I am a female swordsman.

After doing all this, Huang Quan began to remove his gloves, while signaling to the poor demon on the stage that he could move.

puff!

Lying on the experimental table, Garoa emitted a sound like it was letting out a sigh of relief. The wound that had been exposed during the surgery disappeared and healed in the blink of an eye. Leaping off the table, Garoa seemed to shrink, transforming into a purple balloon less than half a meter in diameter, and gently nuzzled Huang Quan's shoulder.

The eye symbol reveals a deep longing.

"Good boy, very good, I'll reward you right away." When she mentioned the reward, a strange, cruel and tyrannical aura flashed across Huang Quan's beautiful face.

………………

A vial of blood in exchange for cooperation in one experiment—this mutually agreeable deal went very smoothly.

However, given the special nature of the demons, this information cannot be considered entirely reliable. After all, they have already undergone organification; organification is Huang Quan's term for the demons' combined bodies in pursuit of strength and evolution. It would be ideal to have a demon-contractor for Huang Quan to experiment with and observe.

But unfortunately!

There are indeed Demon Contractors in this world; Huang Quan herself has one readily available in the Shinra Laboratory. Unfortunately, Demon Contractors are clearly unsuitable for observation. What Huang Quan wants is an observation target with a defined demonization process, ideally one where the stages of erosion can be clearly distinguished.

What exactly is demonization?

Biting her pen, Huang Quan's crimson gaze darted back and forth across the pages.

Her palm held red and blue energy particles, naturally the demonic energy of the [Demon Contractor] and the sword energy of the [Sword Master]. From the demon, Huang Quan learned that the more she used the demon's power, the deeper she would become demonized, until finally she was devoured by the demonic sword [Puno].

"It can be understood as the [God-Making Diagram] modifying the holder. However, the holder cannot withstand the modification and eventually their body collapses. Does this mean that the demon's diagram has an inherent and huge flaw? Otherwise, how come so many generations of demon bondage practitioners have not successfully survived the modification?"

Huang Quan wrote furiously and put forward a hypothesis.

To become a [Demon Contractor] and progress so far on the path to power, even reaching the level of awakening, such a powerful individual is undoubtedly far stronger than Huang Quan, who hasn't even touched the edge of awakening. It's rather intriguing that none of these powerful individuals survived.

With that thought, Huang Quan's hand trembled, and he plunged directly into the void.

When he withdrew his sword, he held a strange, blood-red blade—the demonic sword [Puno]! This weapon, exclusive to [Demon Contractors], even without being activated, still radiated a sweet, pungent aura throughout the surrounding space! Even at his current high level, Huang Quan couldn't see through this sword, as if looking at flowers through a fog!

Am I being transformed as well?

Unable to understand this, Huang Quan felt a lingering unease.

"Forget about that for now. I should focus on the details of my first psionic organ transplant." Endless contemplation is futile; designing and selecting the psionic organ is what I should be doing now.

On the other side, Garoa, holding a vial of glistening blood, had a blissful expression on his face.

Suddenly!

Suddenly, a serpentine shadow darted out from the shadows! Puno stared coldly at Garoya, or rather, at the vial of blood Garoya was clutching, a狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) grin revealing his fangs! At the same time as Puno's sneer, Tamos's massive figure slowly emerged. Cooks, who had been whispering in the corner, pointed at Garoya.

A scene depicting several delinquent students surrounding a good student after school.

The purpose...

"Galoya! You idiot, you're wasting this vial of blood. Hand it over to me now!!" Puno roared furiously.

“Give it to me, Garoa.” Tamos displayed an undeniable air of authority.

Caught between two powerful demons, trembling with fear, Garoa pondered a fundamental question: Which is more important, life itself or the Queen's blood?

Chapter 42 The Ring

Shinra Branch, Biological Research Institute.

As one of Shinra's seven fundamental science departments, the Biology Department doesn't have a very good reputation because it frequently manipulates various organs and limbs. After all, not everyone can accept such bloody scenes, which even challenge the bottom line of human morality.

Kinos is just one step away from success!

The hull standing before Genus was made up of numerous neatly arranged pipes extending out of the factory. Through the surface of these pipes, the faint blue-green light of Mako energy could be seen seeping out. Dr. Genus stared at the hull, which was about the size of an adult, with a mixture of fascination and disgust.

This is not the pod used by clones.

It was a byproduct of his research.

As their understanding of biological structures deepened, Genus had long harbored ideas about how to address human aging and extend lifespan. However, this bold idea lacked a solid material foundation for realization until his entry into Shinra and his profound understanding of Mako revealed its true nature.

"Mako energy, which can directly generate electricity, heat, and even bioenergy through reactions, is practically a panacea for energy. It's such a waste for the company to use it to generate electricity!"

Genus stroked the pipes connecting to the Mako Reactor with fascination.

The demonic energy within was so powerful and potent that its deep-seated, surging power made his aging body feel as if it had become much younger.

"I am Dr. Genos. My lab assistant will now record my entire experimental process on video."

"Yes, Dr. Genus, best of luck with your experiment." The neutral machine's experimental assistant's voice rang out. It had already activated its observation mechanism as if given a command for Dr. Genus's upcoming experiment. After the experiment, all relevant data from the factory would be accurately recorded and transmitted to the company's intranet.

With the sound of gas being ejected, the airtight hatch was slowly opened.

Feeling a bit clumsy on the spot, Genus changed into a thinner lab coat and walked into the chamber, lying down on the support frame. Then came the pre-experiment injections and fixation, to prevent pain from disrupting the experiment. Finally, from the support frame, Genus gave the order to officially begin the experiment!

"The experiment begins."

In an instant, the consciousness of Genus, which was submerged by the Mako energy, was taken to an unknown location. The cabin in the factory was radiating a dark blue and emerald green light at a special frequency.

………………

That was the original cradle, a land shrouded in deadly poisonous gas, where flames and lava were everywhere, and even the sea was deathly still. Lifeless, filled with despair, such a harsh environment would have been unbearable for even bacteria, let alone large life forms.

But then, in a miraculous moment!

The first ripples of life were born in the cradle, originating from the smallest and most fragile creatures that survived in extreme environments with unwavering courage. Though these were unconscious survival instincts, the hymn to life was already etched into their genes from the earliest times.

Little by little, great things are achieved; grains of sand can be piled up to form a tower.

The River of Life grew stronger day by day, eventually conceptually defining life on this planet. Streams of information from various spatial dimensions bombarded the River of Life—a coincidence that was also inevitable. Like an eruption of life, the consciousness of this planet, surrounded by numerous life forms, was born, using the structure of the River of Life as its vessel!

The Cambrian Explosion!

Many things happened during this process, and everything flourished. Moving from disorder to order cannot be accomplished by instinct alone. The birth of intelligent life forms that freed their hands to create tools on this planet became an inevitable turning point, and also the destiny of many cradles.

It willingly does this; all life on the planet is its child, and it deeply loves its children. It is a cruel love, a boundless love, and it is far too difficult to appreciate this unspoken love from a human perspective.

but……

The intelligent life that eventually settled on this planet was truly brutal; they fought as soon as they came down from the trees. The two extremely opposite concepts of civilization and barbarity were perfectly embodied in these monkeys. Oh no, at this point, they should be called humans.

World War I, World War II, the Cold War, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, death ...

Genos saw many, many scenes.

As his consciousness swelled, he realized that perhaps, in defying the natural course of life, he had inadvertently stepped into a turbulent current. Within this turbulence, he might find the reason why this planet, which had been perfectly fine, had suddenly gone mad!

Just as Genus was trying to find the reason more clearly, his perspective changed dramatically!

The scene, which was still within the realm of normal human perception, suddenly shattered, like a canvas stained with various colors, randomly and haphazardly pieced together. This scene, beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, was bizarre and grotesque, yet it contained a peculiar pattern. Genus instantly felt the pain of his understanding being trampled and destroyed!

pain! ! ! ! !

“Dr. Genus… Dr. Genus, your experiment… is dangerous, requesting…”

The intermittent voice of the experimental assistant seemed to come from the distant future. But another, much louder and more powerful voice forcefully poured into his consciousness, almost splitting Genus's brain in two! The sound was deafening, not in a physically grand sense, but beyond the capacity of human consciousness to withstand!

"They're not dead! They're not dead yet!! Who will kill them all!!"

A deafening cry echoed through the dark forest. He wasn't pessimistic about his own death, but he was terrified of what lay ahead. In that fleeting glimpse, Genus saw the future.

The sky was covered by gray and deathly white clouds, the earth cracked like steel, devoid of any moisture, and utterly devoid of any hope. Standing at the edge of the earth were the ruins of a colossal Mako Reactor, burned for countless years! Its familiar shape remained unchanged!!

'I didn't see the cause, but I saw the result.'

Just before his consciousness could no longer bear the weight of that grand demand, a sudden realization flashed through Genus's mind. Fate is like a ring; while chasing after the cause, it inadvertently bites at the effect, and the effect, in turn, fuels the cause. The insignificant life within the ring can never comprehend the choices made by those outside.

Chapter Forty-Three: Rejection

“Dr. Genus…”

In a daze, Genos's eyelids twitched.

He seemed to hear someone calling him, but physical and mental exhaustion prevented him from reacting. He was simply too tired; witnessing so many time-travel fragments was an immense test for an ordinary person's mind. The fleeting length of life could easily lose its meaning under such a onslaught.

If life loses its meaning, then it seems that suicide is the only way out.

"Dr. Genus."

This time, the call was a clear and ethereal female voice, and her voice seemed to possess a mysterious and unpredictable magic that gave strength to Genus's weary and exhausted soul.

"You should wake up."

An irresistible will, the voice of the Shinra Chairman caused Genus's body to react instinctively, and he opened his eyes. The bright white light stung Genus's eyes, causing tears to well up, but his body seemed to have lost its instinctive stress response, leaving his eyes wide open in a daze.

My body is out of control!

The signals received by his brain were invaded by another incredibly sophisticated mental force. Genus was just an ordinary person with some intelligence, and mentally he was no match for a being like Huang Quan. It smoothly took over Genus's body, waking him from his dangerous slumber and replenishing his depleted spirit.

After doing all this, Huang Quan slowly transferred control of Dr. Genus's body.

"Dr. Genus, what number is this?"

Holding up a finger, Huang Quan carefully observed Genus's pupils. She needed to ensure Genus hadn't been corrupted by anything strange; once Mako was involved, the malice hidden behind it was something no ordinary person could withstand. Ensuring the safety of her employees was a prerequisite for Shinra's rapid development.

"one."

"Very good, Dr. Genus, do you remember what you ate for breakfast?" Huang Quan made a note and did not give Genus much time to think before continuing to ask questions.

"Banana, mandarin oil, fried eggs, and a sandwich." His brain was working much faster than before; Genos seemed to sense something and continued answering.

During this question-and-answer session, Huang Quan asked many trivial questions, which were basically unrelated to the previous experiments. Meanwhile, his mental power was also repeatedly assessing Genus's mental will to ensure that nothing had usurped his power or left any hidden doors in his consciousness.

Only after the questioning was completed did Huang Quan make a safety gesture towards the ward camera.

"Dr. Genus, you're quite a surprise."

"I was also very surprised."

Genus was no longer the frail, elderly man who seemed on the verge of death. Instead, he appeared as a young man in his twenties with a cold, calculating expression. It was as if time had reversed; through his experiments, Genus had successfully restored his youth!

If this news gets out, countless people will go crazy for it. After all, which of those conglomerates or political figures doesn't value their life? Who doesn't want to live longer? With such technology right in front of them, they'd probably go bankrupt just to seize the opportunity.

Young Genus looked at his smooth, plump hands.

A slight smile played on his lips; it was as if he had returned to his past. Back to the time when he was young and impetuous, looking down on everyone around him as monkeys.

"Using the data from the Shinra warriors soaking in Mako fluid, you've converted it and applied it to ordinary humans, and they survived the first experiment despite the extremely high mortality rate. Dr. Genus, you're truly a biological genius. How are you feeling now? Do you remember what you saw while you were soaking in Mako fluid?"

Huang Quan parted her lips slightly, her scarlet, clear pupils utterly serene.

She seemed to have known something all along, her tone devoid of questioning but rather a calm statement. Genos's pupils constricted sharply; he suddenly felt as if all his pretense and facade had been easily seen through by those crimson eyes. Beneath this woman's cold and alluring exterior lurked something utterly terrifying!