Poverty makes me capable of anything.

He thought of Derrick, whom he had just met.

“That’s good,” the silver-haired youth said. “We’ve brought the traceability potion you requested.”

Monet forced a smile: "You know the effects of this potion aren't very consistent..."

The silver-haired youth said, "This is the new version."

"I still want to give it a try."

"Do as you please, as long as you give us the things when the time comes."

Monet smiled and said, "Of course."

He turned and shouted, "Go and gather all those involved in the plan near the entrance to the Bloodstained Pool of Beasts, and also inform Nia."

"Yes."

Holding the glass tube in his hand, Monet narrowed his eyes slightly.

If the plan succeeds, the Beast King will gain the right to "speak" under this starry sky.

Chapter 52 Goodbye

The recent unrest in the planetary graveyard instilled a great sense of crisis in Monet.

In particular, the subsequent destruction of the Feathered Civilization made him realize the weakness of the Beast Territory.

neutral?

Faced with overwhelming power, shouting slogans won't establish a neutral stance.

Unless you are strong enough to make the other party wary, you won't have the confidence to tell outsiders that you have no intention of getting involved in the fight and just want to be a quiet, handsome man on the sidelines.

How can the strength of the Beast Lord be increased dramatically?

After much deliberation, Monet thought of his long-deceased ancestors, those who had established a formidable reputation for the Beast King and possessed strength far exceeding his own.

For the demi-humans of the Beast Realm, the purity of their bloodline determines the upper limit of their strength.

Monet's bloodline was very pure, but it still wasn't enough.

If we can activate the bloodline left by our ancestors, or rather, unleash the potential hidden within our genetic sequence.

His strength, as well as the strength of the many experimenters in the Beast Territory, will reach a new level.

This gave him the confidence to speak to the Exiled Empire and the Eternal Star Road.

"What a beautiful potion."

Monet stared intently at the traceability potion in his hand.

Inside the glass tube, the deep blue medicine was scattered with many white specks, as dazzling as a starry sky.

The Beast Blood Pool, a sacred site in the Beast Territory, can stimulate their potential. Combined with the catalytic effect of the Origin Tracing Potion, they can transform this potential into strength.

However, this is, after all, an experiment whose success rate has not yet been verified.

That is why Monet was so eager to obtain the secrets of the Feathered Civilization.

That powerful adaptability not only increases the survival rate of test subjects in the bloody pools of wild beasts, but also allows the source-tracing drug to be used more effectively.

About five minutes later, Monet received a message from the guard.

"My lord, all participants in the plan have arrived at the entrance to the Holy Land."

"very good."

Monet clenched his left fist and glanced back at the silver-haired youth: "Gentlemen..."

The silver-haired youth shook his head: "We won't go yet. Call us when we start using the traceability agent."

Monet said, "That's fine too."

He did not want these people to get too involved in the plans of the Beast Territory.

Although they collaborated, Monet still harbored some reservations about Silver Moonlight.

Why is it that Silver Moonlight doesn't have a very good reputation?

Moreover, as the lord of the Beast Territory, Monet must find a way to protect his people.

The silver-haired youth watched Monet walk away, and he smiled subtly.

Until the very last moment, they had no intention of interfering with the plans of the Beast Territory.

Therefore, he wasn't worried at all that Monet would notice anything wrong.

……

After leaving Spiral Mountain, Monet soon arrived near the Blood Pool of the Beast.

It was a research base built on a towering tree.

In a spacious white room, Monet met the researchers, volunteers, and his sister—

Nia.

As the offspring of a cat-like and a tiger-like being, Monet retained her father's characteristics, while Nia is basically a standard catgirl, except that her ears face to the side and back.

She was standing in the corner, and not many people noticed her.

Monet was excitedly explaining to those around him the importance of the "Atavism Project" to the Beast Territory.

"Although this will deplete the spiritual energy of the Beast Blood Pool, it is entirely worthwhile for the future of the Beast Territory!"

Monet's words were met with cheers.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with passion.

In this environment, Monet took out the map of the origin of species that Anran had given him and handed it over to the researchers.

"This thing is crucial to the success rate of the atavism plan, so we must treat it with utmost care, and also..."

Monet took out the traceability medicine.

"Check if anything has been tampered with here."

The researchers nodded solemnly.

Monet looked up, his gaze fixed on the Spiral Mountain.

I hope everything goes well.

Monet shook his head and walked to Nia's side: "As a descendant of the royal family, you must stand up, or others will be afraid to step forward. I hope you don't resent me."

Nia crossed her arms, stared at Monet for a long time, then reached up and rubbed the white mark on her forehead: "Anyway, you always say that."

Monet said, "After all, I am the lord of the Beast Territory, and I must shoulder the responsibilities of a lord."

"But aren't there other solutions?"

Monet said seriously, "This is the best solution."

Nia stopped arguing with Monet.

She knew her elder brother's personality very well; once he made a decision, he would never change it.

All she could do was watch.

Perhaps there are other methods.

Over the next two days, while Anran led the three little girls and Derrick to wander around the Beast Realm, Monet's plan to revert to his ancestral ways also yielded good results.

"My lord, we have found two useful gene chains on the origin map."

Monet waved excitedly: "Conduct live experiments immediately!"

Once the live animal experiment is successful, we can move on to the next step and begin using the traceability agent.

Monet didn't have to wait long.

After more than a dozen volunteers died, gene correction finally made a breakthrough.

Monet gently stroked the potion of origin in his hand and shouted loudly to his attendant, "Go, go and call Nia over now."

Born into a royal family, Nia's bloodline is closest to that of her ancestors.

If we were to say who has the highest probability of success in this experiment, it would definitely be Nia.

But to Monet's surprise—

"My lord, Miss Nia has gone missing."

"Gone?"

Monet paused for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"We searched the entire base but couldn't find Miss Nia."

Monet's eyes were a little red.

He glanced around at the people standing in front of him.

These people were trembling with fear.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go find her! If she's not at the base, search the entire Lord Planet. If you can't find her on the Lord Planet, search the entire Beast Territory. In short, you must bring her here! Understand?"

"Yes, my lord!"

Monet's face was somber.

He looked at the traceability potion in his hand. Had Nia escaped?

No.

"You cannot escape. You were born into the royal family, and you must bear the responsibility. This is your inescapable destiny!"

The survey results came in like snowflakes.

At 10:06 a.m., Nia was still outside the base laboratory.

Five minutes later, she left the base under the pretext of going out for a walk to clear her head.

At 10:31 a.m., the Skynet system detected that a spaceship suspected to be carrying Nia had left the Lord Planet.