I am a female swordsman.

That thing...

It was so very similar to the great voice that cried out when he was soaking in the magic potion! It was something on the same level!

Tell me, what did you see?

At that moment, the light in the ward seemed to dim slightly. Behind Huang Quan, who was facing away from the light, a strange, eerie red phantom emerged, like a demon crawling out of another world. Genus subconsciously lowered his proud head, his arrogance completely vanishing.

"I saw...the future."

If everything has an end, even planets will die, then that must be the future.

What Genus saw wasn't really a secret, since many people had soaked in the Mako liquid and had seen some unusual scenes. Some saw the past, some saw the future, and some saw the final scene. They were like time travelers constantly observing a future, ultimately confirming the collapsing ending.

It is because they witnessed destruction that Shinra came to be here.

Never succumb to destruction! Unyielding courage to forge ahead despite the pressure of terror!

The subsequent conversation between Yomi and Genus was classified as a top secret by Shinra. Anyone who has traversed the river of life has only seen the tip of the iceberg of infinite possibilities. To create that shared possibility amidst those infinite possibilities is an act worthy of Yomi's status.

………………

a few days later.

“A psionic organ…? This is very similar to the combat weapon I once envisioned.” The young Dr. Genus held the paper document in his hand and habitually rubbed his chin.

He once envisioned a series of combat weapons in order to promote human evolution and unlock the limiters. Some of these were purely biological, while others were half-machine and half-biological. To support the operation of these combat weapons, it would be necessary to strengthen or completely rebuild a series of organs.

The weirdo was one of Genus's chosen targets.

"Putting everything else aside, if we consider rejection, wouldn't the idea of ​​psionic organs be too difficult?" Genus frowned, immediately identifying a major flaw in the existence of psionic organs. The human body is, in some ways, selfish and exclusive, especially when it comes to organ transplantation.

"This is precisely the problem we need to solve next."

Wearing a white lab coat, Huang Quan carefully removed the writhing flesh from the petri dish. Her extremely focused attitude made it clear that this was yet another very dangerous experiment.

Chapter Forty-Four Demons

These writhing pieces of flesh contracted and swelled on the culture medium, like some kind of vibrant life. Logically, such a piece of flesh shouldn't possess a complete reflex and wouldn't perform any unimaginable movements. But Genus's eyes saw it; under the scalpel of the Underworld, this piece of flesh displayed the reactions of a fully living creature.

"This is a psionic organ?"

Thinking of the information that Shinra Council Chairman Yomi had shown him, Genus couldn't help but feel a surge of interest.

"No, this is just a cultured cell, it doesn't meet the standards of a psionic organ." With his hands as steady as Mount Tai, no matter how much the flesh under the blade struggled, or even tried to wrap around the hilt, it did not affect Huang Quan's precision.

The hand that held the sword picked up the scalpel.

In terms of accuracy, she is naturally superior to ordinary people. At least Huang Quan can easily and accurately cut into the position she wants even with her eyes closed.

Without this precision, Huang Quan would simply be killing people with a scalpel.

The flesh, cut into equal pieces, didn't lose its vitality; instead, it showed a faint tendency to recombine. This bizarre scene of writhing flesh, coupled with the cold, icy aura of Huang Quan wielding the knife in the laboratory, would absolutely scare an ordinary person to death. But Genus, whose thought process was anything but normal, instead became excited.

It's not that a normal, healthy male would get excited upon seeing Huang Quan in a white coat.

Instead, he stared at the writhing flesh, his eyes seemingly burning with flames!

"What kind of organism's cultured cells are these? A monster? No, I've seen monster cells before. Their composition follows the characteristics of human cells. This material..." After all, he had done many special experiments in private. After a little observation, Genus realized that the flesh and blood under the Yellow Spring Blade were very special.

"...It gives me a very dangerous feeling. It's like it's very belligerent and cruel." In a daze, Genus felt a sharp pain between his brows as he stared at the writhing flesh! A picture suddenly surfaced in his memory: a pair of enormous, crimson vertical pupils filled with destructive lust, occupying the entire sky and looking down at the earth!

"These are cultured cells of a biological entity called the Demon."

At this moment, Huang Quan turned his head and gave Genos a deep look.

Her crimson eyes behind her frameless glasses were eerily similar to the destructive red eyes in Genus's abrupt memory fragments. He couldn't help but chuckle, cold sweat seeping into his lab coat. Fortunately, Huang Quan didn't continue to present her beautiful crimson eyes to Genus, but turned back to her work.

"These creatures are born into a world of battle and slaughter. The weak die and become nourishment for the strong. Through natural selection, they have already developed the rudiments of psionic organs. The next step for the Biology Department is to create these psionic organs. Using the cells of the demons, we will follow the blueprints."

Using tweezers, she picked up a small piece of flesh and dropped it into a small container filled with the magic liquid. Then, Huang Quan turned around and handed the container to Genus.

Those hands, which had touched the corpses and organs of all kinds of creatures, felt an inexplicable unease as they received this dangerous vessel of flesh and blood. Genus suddenly wondered if the true purpose of the [Psionic Organ] was to create this small piece of flesh and blood into a perfect individual.

"You won't let me down, will you, Dr. Genus?"

"Of course! I can't wait!!" Genus's stiff face instantly turned into one of fervor!

Danger? What's that?! He's regained his youth, not to endure another hundred years of torment in this wretched world for base desires! He's going to change this world, he's going to see if Shinra, this unwavering organization, can truly achieve its goal in the end!

"I am looking forward."

A cold, beautiful face smiled gently. Huang Quan liked research fanatics like Genus. Their weak moral compass and unbridled nature sometimes made them more likely to succeed. However, one had to be careful with such people; they couldn't be allowed to lose hope for the future, or they might do things that spiraled out of control.

"By the way, these cultured cells should not be soaked in the Magic Ko solution for more than 12 hours. Otherwise..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

But Huang Quan believed that Genus would definitely be tempted to try. As long as it was within the Shinra's security perimeter, it wouldn't be a big deal to let the researchers from the Biology Department witness the ferocity of the demons in advance.

[Illustrations of God Creation] Can gods really be created?

………………

The launch of the [Psionic Organ] project is equivalent to the start of one of the three carriages. As for the remaining two carriages, which concern energy and mind, Huang Quanshi plans to start with energy.

That was the original plan established with the system.

First comes the physical body, which serves as the material basis. Then comes energy, which, using the material basis as a carrier, begins to be measured by energy, allowing us to enter the previously unseen world from multiple perspectives, such as the classical physical world, the quantum physical world, and the cosmic thermal radiation background world, to gain a more comprehensive understanding of what the world is.

This stage evolved to its extreme.

At that time, Huang Quan probably turned into a demon!

The "demon" here does not refer to a demon, but rather to a "demon" like Laplace's demon or Maxwell's demon.

Of course, this is only a prospect; knowing, understanding, and observing do not equate to absolute control. According to the system's calculations, Huang Quan, at the third tier, is capable of achieving this level, and mental power is also indispensable. In short, having accomplished all this, Huang Quan would be qualified to transform from a third-tier to a fourth-tier life form.

Only when you reach this level can you say you've transformed!

Completely fulfill the bet with [Daqian].

Twenty years have been wasted in this world, equivalent to about ten missions in the normal world. In a higher dimension, [Da Qian] probably already thinks the system is reneging on its promise and is preparing to run away, so it's starting to search for a way to forcibly fulfill the agreement. Reneging on a promise is never a good thing, and the system doesn't want to renege either.

But the system did not expect that Huang Quan's preparations would take twenty years.

Having been dragged onto the pirate ship by the Yellow Springs, the system had no choice but to grit its teeth and see it through to the end.

Moreover, the vast majority of beings have moved into the computer clusters of this world, leaving the system with virtually no way out. As for the host, Huang Quan…

Basically, there shouldn't be any major problems if you want to run.

Judging from Huang Quan's current performance, he shows no intention of retreating or fleeing. Having concealed his strength for twenty years, the moment he draws his sword will surely be earth-shattering. From his former sharpness and unstoppable momentum to his current state of sheathing his sword like an ordinary person, Huang Quan's understanding of sword intent has long surpassed his previous limitations.

Chapter Forty-Five: An Unexpected Event

While Shinra's internal research institutes were conducting various experimental projects at full speed, drastic changes were taking place in the outside world.

Hero Association

With the appearance of the first professional hero, Blast, his stunning feat of blasting a giant centipede monster into the ground with unparalleled power established the fact that professional heroes would be the main force in the future fight against monsters. Following Blast, many other powerful professional heroes also emerged.

For example, there's the great swordsman Atomic Samurai, who can take on a hundred enemies at once and kill over a hundred monsters with a single sword strike.

[Tornado], rescued from a dark research facility, is determined to become a pro hero.

And the martial arts master Silver Fang, who gained immense popularity upon his first appearance.

Professional heroes are, in some ways, equivalent to idols, and becoming an idol isn't necessarily a bad thing, especially in these terrible times. With the emergence of heroes, more and more people are filled with hope for the future, no longer living in constant fear of being taken by monsters or criminals.

A new era has begun, with professional heroes as the order.

Although there are still many detached observers in this world, whether they are vigilant, expectant, or thoughtful, they ultimately cannot say that they can resist the arrival of the heroic age.

Eccentrics, criminals, and illegal organizations.

These three primary objectives are the main targets of the professional heroes' attacks.

………………

As an aide to a certain senator, Yomi Mado recently received a task assigned to her by her superior: to conduct a detailed assessment of the development prospects of professional heroes and the Hero Association. The assessment report will later be submitted to the senator and the head of the conglomerate.

This was a rare opportunity for Yomi Mado, who had always held a sinecure.

When Huang Quan first received the task assigned by her superior, her first reaction was: Did someone think she was too idle and wanted to find something for her to do?

But the company has Shinra backing!

Almost no one knew her true identity; they only knew she had a close relationship with Shinra. Logically, no one should dare to cause her any trouble. After making a few inquiries, Yomi learned the reason: it all stemmed from Mado Yomi's identity.

In this information age, the traces of an identity are difficult to completely erase.

Yomi Mado and Bang (Silver Fang) are close friends, and she has met Atomic Samurai (Kamikaze) several times. These two are currently prominent figures in the Hero Association. If all goes according to plan, their strength and fame will undoubtedly secure them a place in the future of the Hero Association.

It is almost impossible for personal likes and dislikes to influence the direction of interest groups.

But it is highly likely nowadays.

Professional heroes possess immense power and terrifying popularity, readily accepting the positions vacated by human society. However, their own will overrides all other voices, which is itself a potential danger.

"They actually made me do this kind of thing."

The girl with black braids and old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses sighed. She could easily retrieve four or five unique evaluation reports from the Shinra database. Shinra's departments specializing in such matters were far more precise and comprehensive than she could manage alone.

"The capable should do more work."

On the other side, a young unemployed man who often freeloaded made a gloating sound, constantly stuffing red tea and snacks into his mouth, while Saitama was afraid that he would say he hadn't eaten enough.

Hearing the freeloader gloating, Huang Quan gave him a nonchalant glance.

"Saitama-kun, do you know that magic and miracles aren't free, and neither is black tea?"

"Um???"

"Sigh, it's really hard to communicate with you." With that sigh, the next moment, a loud rumbling sound suddenly flashed from the top of the tallest building in the ghost city! It was as if a thousand sharp lights were flashing wildly at the same time, and for a moment the light in the entire ghost city was dimmed, and it took a while to slowly return to normal.

The camera then shifts back to the rooftop platform of the building.

Saitama, who had been eating for free, was rubbing his forehead in frustration. His few intact pieces of clothing had been completely ruined by Mado-san's rage, turning him into a beggar's outfit.

This also means that he doesn't have many clothes left to wear when he exercises!

"Mado-san, your temper is too much, too much!" Saitama, who had protected the tea and snacks but was completely unharmed, glared at Yomi, seemingly blaming her for not being able to take a joke. This shameless act of eating for free and still being so self-righteous was truly rare.

When did your skin become so tough?