I created a foundation

An indescribable heat rose from the bottom of my heart and instantly spread to every part of my body.

He wants him.

He wants to study him.

He wanted to completely possess this sleeping god and explore all his secrets.

This thought, like a brand, was deeply engraved in his mind.

The rich man took a step forward, his trembling hands reaching out uncontrollably towards that perfect body.

Chapter 133: Trembling Fingers, Blood of the "Ultimate Creature"

The rich man almost trembled as he hung up the call with the security chief.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, like a wild beast about to break out of its cage.

The blood rushed through his veins at an unprecedented rate, bringing him waves of dizzying excitement.

He stared at the perfect body sleeping quietly in the sarcophagus on the surveillance screen, and the flames of greed almost burst out of his eyes.

"God... this is definitely a miracle!"

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse from excessive excitement.

After a few seconds of distraction, he suddenly grabbed another encrypted phone on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The moment the phone was connected, he almost roared out his orders.

"Fujiwara! Come to my private collection right now! Right now! Right now!"

"Put down everything you're doing! If you don't show up in front of me within ten minutes, get the hell out of Tokyo!"

Dr. Fujiwara on the other end of the phone, as the billionaire's chief personal physician and chief scientist of his cutting-edge biotechnology company, has long been accustomed to his employer's mood swings and sudden whims.

But this time, the almost crazy and unquestionable urgency in the phone call still made him feel a chill in his heart.

He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and didn't even have time to ask the reason.

"Yes, sir! I'll be right there!"

Dr. Fujiwara hung up the phone, grabbed his coat from the back of his chair, and hurried out of the office.

He knew that something major must have happened that was enough to make the arrogant rich man lose his composure.

The private collection is located in the deepest part of the wealthy manor and is heavily guarded, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close.

Dr. Fujiwara had a smooth journey and his authority was second only to the rich man himself.

When he pushed open the heavy alloy door panting, the scene that came into his eyes made him forget to breathe in an instant.

The rich man was standing in front of a huge transparent display case. Inside the case, a man with long purple hair, a bare upper body, and muscles as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture was lying quietly in an ancient sarcophagus.

The man's skin presents a healthy luster beyond human cognition, as if it contains infinite vitality.

Even through the special glass, Dr. Fujiwara could feel the heart-pounding oppression emanating from that body.

"Sir...this...this is...14

Dr. Fujiwara's voice was dry, and all the medical knowledge he had learned throughout his life seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

He had never seen anything so perfect, so... inhuman.

The rich man turned around, his face showing undisguised enthusiasm.

"Fujiwara, did you see that? This is a miracle! This is a gift from God!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the miracle before him.

"I've spent most of my life collecting rare treasures from all over the world, but all of them combined are not worth a single hair of his!"

Dr. Fujiwara walked quickly to the display case, his nose almost touching the glass.

He looked greedily at the man in the sarcophagus, his eyes flashing with the curiosity and desire to explore the unknown that is unique to scientists.

"His vital signs... are completely still. But this stillness is not death. It's more like... a perfect hibernation."

Dr. Fujiwara pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife.

"His cell structure, his tissue morphology... I've never seen such a... perfect creature!"

"Sir, we must study him! He must contain secrets beyond the imagination of this age!"

Upon hearing this, the rich man let out a smug laugh.

"Of course! Do I need you to tell me that? I asked you to come here to solve the mystery surrounding him!"

"I want to know what he is! Where he came from! Why is he here!"

"If I could obtain his immortality, or the secret of this perfect physique..."

A terrifying possessiveness burst out from the rich man's eyes.

"Then, I will become the true master of this world!"

Dr. Fujiwara suppressed his inner excitement and tried to keep his voice steady.

"Sir, the first step is to obtain a biological sample from him. Blood is the most direct and contains the most information."

The rich man nodded, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Then do it! Now! I can't wait even a second!"

Dr. Fujiwara took a deep breath and took out a new set of strictly sterilized blood collection equipment from the special medical box he carried with him.

The needle is made of a special alloy, slender and sharp enough to pierce the toughest skin.

The test tubes are also specially treated to maximize the preservation of the activity of biological samples.

The two worked together and carefully opened the glass cover above the sarcophagus.

A cold and ancient breath blew towards me, carrying with it an indescribable sweet fragrance, as if it were the fragrance of some unknown flower.

The rich man held his breath and watched Dr. Fujiwara's every move nervously.

Dr. Fujiwara put on a double layer of sterile gloves and performed the operation gently and precisely.

He selected the elbow vein in the man's left arm and carefully wiped the ivory-like skin with a sterilized cotton ball.

The touch of the cold alcohol did not cause any reaction from the sleeping man.

"Are you ready?"

The rich man asked in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse due to nervousness.

Dr. Fujiwara nodded, gently supporting the man's arm with his left hand and holding the blood collection needle firmly in his right hand.

His eyes were focused and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The rich man raised a high-definition camera and pointed it at the area where the historic scene was about to take place.

He wanted to record this sacred moment that could change the fate of mankind.

The air in the laboratory seemed to freeze.

Dr. Fujiwara held his breath and aimed the special needle at the clearly visible blue vein on the man's arm.

He calmed himself down, then slowly and firmly inserted the needle.

The needle tip easily pierced the seemingly flexible skin and entered the vein accurately.

The dark red blood, with a strange sense of viscosity and vitality, was slowly drawn into the vacuum test tube through the needle.

The color of that blood is deeper than that of ordinary people, as if it has condensed endless years and energy.

"Success!"

The rich man almost cheered out loud. He stared at the tube that was gradually filling with blood, his eyes full of greed and desire.

Dr. Fujiwara also showed a relieved smile on his face.

This first step went exceptionally smoothly.

at this time--

The rich man saw it clearly through the camera lens.

Dr. Fujiwara was so focused on drawing blood that he didn't notice.

The sleeping man, his left hand that was pierced into his arm and hung naturally on the edge of the sarcophagus.

The tip of its curled little finger.

At the same moment the needle pierces the skin and the blood begins to flow.

In a subtle way.

Gently.

Trembled a little.

The amplitude is extremely small, and it is almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye unless it is magnified by a high-definition lens.

It seemed like just an involuntary muscle spasm.

It was also like... a sleeping dragon, which inadvertently shook its scales after being disturbed.

Ultimate Creature

The blood samples were carefully sealed in special cryogenic storage tubes.

The chief physician, a renowned expert in genetic engineering and biomedicine, personally escorted the sample. His steps were steady, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed his inner unease.

This is a private research facility built by a wealthy individual at great expense, hidden deep within a heavily guarded estate on the outskirts of Tokyo. The level of its laboratories rivals any country's top biological research centers.

The heavy alloy door slid open silently, revealing a spotless interior. The air filtration system hummed softly, removing all impurities.

The doctor changed into sterile protective clothing and went through several disinfection procedures before finally stepping into the core experimental area.

Behind the glass curtain wall stood rows of precision instruments, their blue lights flashing. Robotic arms glided silently on tracks, executing their pre-programmed procedures. Several researchers, also wearing white protective suits, were already waiting. Their expressions were serious, but a subtle hint of anticipation lingered in their eyes.

"let's start."

The doctor's voice was slightly hoarse as he solemnly placed the sample in his hand into the transfer window.