Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 261 [261] World Malicious Measurement Experiment: Super-Powered Gene Carrier

As the Ghostlight Wizard opened the entrance to the Deep Blue Realm, other wizarding factions on other mountain platforms were performing the same operation.

"Unleash your ambitions! The Deep Blue Realm holds everything you desire. Go forth and obtain everything you wish for." The Sea Dragon Wizard was burly and tall, exuding an aura of terrifying power, as if he had taken over a section of the sky.

The many wizards in the Ocean Corridor before them, now in a state of near-limitlessness, smiled excitedly and responded, entering the opened spatial entrance one by one.

The Machine Wizard, the Nature Wizard, and the Corruption Wizard all glanced at the mountain platform where the Sea Dragon Wizard was located. Amidst the floating black clouds, only a vague outline could be seen.

At their level of strength, they could detect even the faintest aura of someone of the same level, and the Sea Dragon Wizard's little tricks were crystal clear to them.

The nature wizard was well-proportioned, wearing a green wizard's robe, with long hair falling over his shoulders and not tied up. His features were quite ordinary, but his eyes held an upward ambition, and that kind of absolute spirit was something that many young wizards had never possessed.

The nature wizard looked at Diana, who was wearing a white tiger mask, and said, "All apprentice wizards who enter the Deep Blue Secret Realm must unconditionally obey Diana's three commands."

Diana said coldly, "For the sake of the Natural Ring Tower project, Diana will unconditionally obey the orders of the Natural Wizard."

The wizards who had broken through their limits were filled with deep emotions, but they remained calm on the surface. Feeling the gaze of the nature wizard, they bowed slightly to show their obedience to the nature wizard's command and their respect for the nature wizard.

The nature wizard nodded, raised his right hand, and his sleeve was suddenly filled with an invisible medium, as if it had become a gust of wind, from which a continuous stream of particle energy surged out, stirring the void realm behind him.

The emerging portal to the secret realm gradually solidified. Everyone's eyes were filled with anticipation and longing; breaking through the limits was not their final destination.

After successfully ascending, one can stand at the top of the pyramid in the land of mountains and seas and become a formal wizard with decision-making power.

We must seize this opportunity!!

This is the sentiment of almost everyone who wants to enter the Deep Blue Secret Realm.

The high platform where the corrupt wizard was located was quite steep, with rocks constantly sliding down the hillside.

The wizards who had broken through their limits and entered the Deep Blue Secret Realm from the Rotten Lands were all dressed in brown wizard robes, with very heavy cuffs, clearly carrying a lot of things. Even the spatial spells on the cuffs were at full capacity.

The corrupt wizard was short, his face was covered with various pustules, his hair was sparse, making him look like a little old man with a receding hairline. He held a bone staff in his hand, hunched over, and coughed.

"I have no other requirements, as long as you don't disgrace the Rotten Lands and are bullied by other wizarding forces within the Deep Blue Secret Realm, that's enough."

The cough worsened, and the sound of phlegm blocking his throat became very obvious. Finally, when he reached his limit, the corrupt wizard suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black liquid, which contained astonishing particle energy.

The black liquid, upon contact with the air, instantly transformed into tiny black specks of light, shooting towards the void behind the corrupted wizard like meteors. A faint stench permeated the air, yet the broken-limit wizards of the Rotten Land wore expressions of ecstasy, clearly benefiting them greatly from the stench.

This is closely related to the essence of witchcraft they possess, the core of the wizarding path.

On the mountain platform where the Mechanical Heart was located, a group of wizards of various forms, all in their broken-limit state, watched the mechanical figure standing on the high platform with their common mechanical prosthetic eyes.

To be precise, they interact and communicate with each other using the information waves in their brains.

The speech organs have long been removed and replaced with mechanical devices that can unleash sonic magical attacks.

The Mechanical Heart is a wizarding force primarily composed of mechanical wizards.

Wizards who can leave behind 20% of their physical body on the path of mechanical wizardry are extremely rare.

What they believe in is mechanical ascension, the supremacy of machinery. The heart is the most important part of the mechanical wizard's surgical modification. The name "Mechanical Heart" comes from the fact that they have mastered an extremely rare heart modification technology, and the extraordinary heart core they create can provide an amazing energy supply.

The wizard with the mechanical heart is considered the strongest of his class, even in the Land of Mountains and Seas.

After all, they are a group of mechanical beings who are unaware of pain, heat, cold, and have weakened senses.

There are twelve pairs of jet cannons, fixed at various angles on the square mechanical body, and the ejected particle streams keep the machine in flight. The remaining cube-shaped surface projects the human face of the Machine God Wizard.

The figure was an old man with wrinkles and white hair, expressionless, staring intently at the group of wizards below who had broken through their limits.

Without a word, the square-shaped machine's cannon barrel increased its power, creating a special particle energy wave that transformed into a white jet of light with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The spatial gate to the secret realm was directly pierced, and the information fluctuations of the Machine God Wizard were transmitted out.

"Your goal is to advance to the rank of a full-fledged wizard. Whether you achieve this ascension within or outside the Deep Blue Realm, you will gain greater privileges and resources once you successfully advance."

"Furthermore, the situation in the secret world is unknown. If other civilizations exist, collect their cultural data and technological knowledge, as the Mechanical Heart needs these things. Unless necessary, do not engage in combat with wizards from other wizarding factions."

"Remember your purpose," the Machine Wizard reminded him again.

As the messages rippled in response, a smile crept onto the expressionless projection of the Machine God Wizard.

Whoosh!

The sewer was gushing out dirty water, which smelled of decay and was nauseating. Rats were climbing on the pipes, and their scarlet eyes were particularly shocking in the dim light.

Animal skeletons were mixed in with the dirty water. A rain boot stepped over them, and the burly man could only bend over. Before even entering the water storage area, a sobbing sound could be heard.

"Why is this happening? We didn't do anything, why are they arresting us? I want to live, to stand in the sunlight, and to see the blue sky and white clouds."

The sound of sobbing seemed to trigger something, and more voices joined in, choking back tears.

"I miss my mom and dad. Why did they abandon me? We're all the same, we're all human. I miss my mom and dad so much."

"Alright, stop crying. What's the use of crying? Will crying solve the problem? If it weren't for saving you, Captain Zang wouldn't have risked going outside. You're carrying supplies and risking exposing our hidden base."

A youthful voice, filled with anger, as if it had encountered something unforgivable.

"Because our very existence is a sin to those corrupt rulers. They fear our power, yet they crave it. They want to capture and control every superhuman, to extract our lifeblood, to conduct human experiments, and to steal our superhuman genes."

A burly figure entered the water storage area. He wore a black trench coat, his long black hair cascading down his back. His features were resolute, and a gruesome scar ran from the corner of his eye to the corner of his jaw. His neck bore numerous scabbed wounds and stitches from other knife wounds.

Clearly, he had endured indescribable torment.

"Captain Zang, you're back, and so are everyone else."

In a tent erected in the center of the reservoir, three girls and boys dressed in high school uniforms had tears on their faces. Standing in front of them was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a buzz cut, glaring angrily at their tearful behavior.

"You're quite energetic, Shirou." Behind Zangyuan, several figures carrying large and small bags of supplies appeared. One of them, a middle-aged man with a stubble-faced man, nodded to the crew-cut youth and tossed him a heavy black bag.

Mo Shilang smiled and happily took the black bag, rummaging through it. He pulled out a piece of bread and exclaimed, "This is high-end stuff! Did you guys go shopping in the city center? I wish I had gone too!"

Looking down at the three high school students with awakened superpowers whom he had rescued, Zang Yuan coldly said, "You probably don't know what happens when you're caught by the authorities. You'll just become cold corpses in a laboratory, and suffer endless torture before you die."

"Why do my parents look at me with hatred? I didn't do anything wrong. I miss my parents so much."

"There is an irreconcilable conflict between superhumans and ordinary people, much like the difference between new humans and old humans. The old humans in power are corrupt, and they use various means to brainwash ordinary old humans, making them hate the new humans who have awakened superhuman genes."

Similarly, they crave superhuman genes, desire superpowers, and fear losing control of those powers. They never treat us as human beings, only as experimental subjects like monkeys, wanting nothing more than to devour us. They control social resources and technological and military power, so they have the ability to eliminate us prematurely.

Zang Yuan addressed the three teenagers, recounting the truly cold and cruel reality.

"I don't want any superpowers, I just want to go back to a normal life. Let them have what they want," the short-haired high school boy among the three shouted in despair.

A mocking smile appeared on Zang Yuan's lips, and even the other members of Zang's team sneered along with him.

"Of course you can. Go ahead and die if you want. Don't expect those in power who reek of decay to show you mercy."

"Nonsense. Not everyone is a bad person. The Emperor of the Crimson Dragon Alliance Heavenly Kingdom is the Heavenly Emperor whom everyone respects. He is a kind person whom hundreds of tribes admire."

Zang Yuan's mockery deepened. "Yes, and there's also the commander of the White Eagle Crusader Federation, the great father of faith, who brings mercy to the world. The monarch of the Radiant Knight Empire even personally placed flower wreaths on the citizens."

"And there's the Winter Peace Alliance. You can go to them and see if the so-called benevolent monarchs you know will send you to the experimental table, eagerly waiting for your superpowered genes to enter the gene syringe, and then waiting for the injection to restore some of the vitality to their aged bodies."

Zang Yuan reached out and grabbed the high school boy by the neck, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent. "The hell I've been through is beyond your imagination. If you want to go and die, then get out of the base."

Tears streamed down the high school boy's face as he cried out, "I don't understand why superhuman genes exist. There was nothing there before the physical exam and the blood test!"

"Who knows? Perhaps it's a gift from God, or perhaps it's a curse from the devil." Zang Yuan smiled enigmatically, but his smile was tinged with bitterness.

He opened his palm, and a flame ignited, reflected in his pupils. He muttered to himself, "How I wish this were just a joke played by God. If only these so-called superhuman genes didn't exist."

"How wonderful it would be if everything could go back to the way it was before!"

The atmosphere inside the base became unusually somber. The three high school students stopped talking and just sobbed, reminiscing about their past lives.

The members of the funeral squad, their eyes also red-rimmed, sat in various corners of the base, some sighing, others silently tidying up the clutter. Mo Shilang scratched his head, squatted down on the ground, and started eating bread. He also had parents and a lovely younger sister, but now he had nothing.

They must be living well, without the burden of a superhuman gene carrier.

Crimson Dragon Alliance Heaven, Ninth District.

The urbanized buildings present a pure steel jungle, with streets that extend in all directions and a large flow of people, yet it doesn't feel crowded. Maglev vehicles pass by in an orderly manner under digitally projected traffic lights.

There are no zebra crossings or overpasses, only special flying fixed devices. Citizens stand on their respective posts on both sides of the road, step on the flying tablets, and they will automatically return to their posts on the opposite side.

Various projection lights project corresponding images onto the walls of the huge building, and different colored lights shine on the faces of passersby, revealing different skin colors and races.

Young men and women walking on the street, dressed in clothes interspersed with neon lights, the flashing lights and their joyful smiles, exuded an atmosphere of freedom and openness.

There are no restrictions on clothing and appearance, and women are particularly bold and open in exposing large areas of skin, only covering key areas with a few pieces of cloth, and their walking posture also freely displays feminine beauty.

Suddenly, five brightly dressed girls, who were not very old and were obviously school girls, stopped on a street outside a park.

They whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed on the figure in black robes sitting on a bench in the park's greenbelt, and they pointed with their fingers.

"That's so strange. I've never seen his clothes before, but he looks really cool. He's a handsome guy even from behind."

"Why don't you go and get to know him? This cool vibe is really intimidating, and he's even carrying an old-fashioned paper newspaper. What a strangely handsome guy."

"Mo Tongying, you're the only one who hasn't taken the initiative yet. Hurry up and go get the handsome guy's Crimson Dragon. Maybe you can finally escape being single."

The girl, pushed forward by her companions, wore a white shirt and a slightly shorter pleated skirt. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail, and she had long eyelashes and delicate features. She was dressed like a girl next door.

"Me, me, me, me..." Mo Tongying looked at the black-robed figure not far ahead, who was clearly reading a newspaper quietly. She then looked back at her four female companions who were waving their arms and cheering her on.

Her face immediately turned red. Was she really going to ask someone for the Crimson Dragon? Wouldn't that be too abrupt? What should she do? How embarrassing!

Mo Tongying tiptoed to the vicinity of the chair and looked at the black-robed figure in the newspaper. The clothes he wore were very exquisite and beautiful. It was obvious that only a traditional craftsman who specialized in hand-sewing could make such a special retro robe.

It has a style and appearance somewhat reminiscent of the ancient Empire of the Radiant Knights.

She then noticed a black and white raven perched on the figure's shoulder; its feathers were very glossy and looked extremely valuable.

Mo Tongying was having second thoughts. Judging from his background, he must be from a wealthy and noble family, while her family was just an ordinary one. There was no chance at all, and she would probably be looked down upon.

"that."

Mo Tongying's face turned as red as an apple. She noticed that the figure who was reading the newspaper had raised his head and was staring at her.

His handsome features, the beauty mark at the corner of his eye, his unique and mysterious aura unlike that of ordinary people, and an indescribable attraction made it impossible for Mo Tongying to take her eyes off him.

"Is it the world's own malice targeting us, or some other reason?" The handsome young man in black robes frowned slightly as he spoke words that Mo Tongying found somewhat incomprehensible.

No, it should be said that Mo Tongying couldn't understand the meaning of the language itself. Her mind raced. Could it be that they weren't citizens of the Crimson Dragon race, but citizens of other minority races?

Wang Ya folded the newspaper in his hand; he had gathered almost all the information he needed to know.

Of course, this is only the surface situation; what secrets lie behind it requires further investigation.

We need to find someone who truly knows the inside story.

To be honest, this familiar steel jungle once gave Wang Ya the feeling of traveling back in time, but the differences in culture and races made him clearly aware that this was just the world inside the Deep Blue Secret Realm.

This world was originally a world without magic. The only anomaly was the appearance of so-called superhumans.

Superpowered genes, sinful genes, criminals who must be arrested and sent to prison, and who are forbidden from visiting Wang Ya for life. A smile appeared on Wang Ya's lips. This strong sense of déjà vu made it hard to believe there wasn't some conspiracy or inside story involved.

Ordinary native humans have little value; what matters is their superhuman genes.

Where do they come from? What is the essence of superpowers? What secrets lie behind the emergence of superpowered individuals and this law?

Wang Yasheng became curious and wanted to understand the structure of superhuman genes to see if it could bring him any benefit. If he could dissect a few experimental individuals with superhuman abilities, that would be even better.

His collection lacks these kinds of special, rare, and duplicate items.

He also did not forget the most important thing after entering the Deep Blue Secret Realm.

That is to achieve perfect balance and complete the subsequent sublimation.

Simply put, it's about causing trouble. The bigger the commotion, the more attention the Wizarding World's consciousness will pay to him. Consequently, his connection with the spatial nodes of the entire Secret Realm will be deeper, accelerating his integration into the Wizarding World's home planet.

However, this will also increase the malice of the secret realm. If they really start causing trouble as soon as they arrive, unless someone can match the power of the entire world, they will be doomed.

Wang Ya wasn't that crazy. He only cared about money and wasn't willing to risk his life. If he died, he would really be dead.

The great wizarding homeworld is not a place for a mere apprentice like him to risk his life.

First, we need to investigate and clarify the upper limit of power within the secret realm itself, and whether there exists a force capable of killing him.

Nuclear weapons don't seem to be the ultimate power at the top of this world; there are even more advanced technological means. Judging from the daily lives of these ordinary citizens, it's clear that their technological level surpasses that of his previous life on Earth.

The emergence of superhuman genes was the real reason why Wang Ya chose to investigate first.

The exact time of the first appearance of the super-gene is uncertain, but it did appear suddenly at some point in time, granting the carrier extraordinary powers.

Earthquakes, storms, torrential rain, tsunamis. Wang Ya's pupils gleamed with four colors, and he could not glean much information, as it seemed to have been sealed off by the authorities. However, natural disasters like these could occur among super-powered gene carriers.

The truly top-tier individuals may not be weaker than these limit-breaking apprentices; they might even be stronger.

Wang Ya put the folded newspaper into his pocket and then took out a notebook and a quill pen from his sleeve.

He started writing on his own.

Mo Tongying was stunned for a moment, looking curiously at the strange man's strange behavior, actually carrying such an ancient writing tool with him.

Could it be that she traveled from ancient times? Her temperament is so different from that of modern people.

Mo Tongying herself was amused by this idea. How could such an absurd thing happen? Sure enough, reading too many novels makes one prone to fantasizing.

[Target: Worldwide Malicious Testing Experiment]

[Currently predicted malice level: Level 1]

[Details: By contacting key figures among the indigenous people, those holding special positions, rights, and even possessing superpowers, the impact of the world's malicious changes will be tested.]

I updated 11,000 words today, and I'll try to update 12,000 words tomorrow. Good night!

(End of this chapter)