My life can't be a harem game!

The miscellaneous books and logic that Lu Fengxian had read in the past immediately made him come to the conclusion that this name had a profound meaning. But compared to such insignificant things, now he finally understood why she said that providing him with training was a reward... because he had no choice, he had to win.

The only remaining question now is probably...

"Mengchan, can Wan Mingyu save you? Can you give me a guarantee?"

"There is always a risk of failure in science. I can only guarantee that the success rate is above 1%."

"One percent, fuck me!!!"

Hearing this, he almost couldn't help but pinch her to death. What's a success rate of more than 1%, are you kidding me? If it's a success rate of 2%, doesn't it mean that my sister will have to die forty-nine times before she survives! ?

"I never lie, so the remaining 99 percent chance is failure and then survival. Wan Mingyu's molecular structure has been studied by the previous director. The reason for failure is probably because something was violated that shouldn't have been violated."

Use science to explain everything, but now you have to say the most likely impossible, and Charlotte's white eyes are a little dim. She hates non-scientific things, but on the other hand, she has to acknowledge their existence.

After all, the previous generations have used life to prove this point. The molecular structure is exactly the same, the quality, and the environment in which it is placed is also perfect. Under normal circumstances, it will definitely succeed.

And if we calculate it based on the chance of survival, it is not a 99% survival rate, but a 100% chance of survival. The secretions produced by the crystal disease and the imitation Wan Mingyu cannot possibly explode...

The probability of success is infinitely 100%, and the probability of failure is more than negative 100!

Even this failed, and an explosion occurred that shouldn't have happened... Although it's unscientific, it should have touched something that shouldn't have been touched.

"Uh......"

He grabbed Charlotte's collar and stopped the action of threatening her. Other people might have a vague understanding of the phrase "what has been violated", but he was familiar with it. He understood and knew how terrible the consequences would be after violating those things that should not be violated...

No wonder I felt something was wrong at that time.

When I was watching the experiment just now, I could vaguely feel that something was wrong. The result... is this it! ?

"How did your father become after that..."

"The experiment failed, and he was completely stripped of his directorship and died."

"Then do you feel sad?"

"......"

In response to his incoherent question, Charlotte remained silent for a few seconds, then shook her head indifferently, without any sadness. "No, he died for the experiment he wanted to do. He died without regrets. I am happy for him."

There was no falsehood in his words, and it seemed that every word and action came completely from the heart.

"No regrets..."

After hearing her words, I was completely speechless. Just as she said, if I really made a great sacrifice because of what I wanted to do, then I could really be said to have died without regrets.

Sister, I need to be saved.

Not to mention that there is a 2% chance of curing the disease and surviving, even if there is a 0.1% chance, you have to do it yourself. There is no way to avoid this problem.

He heaved a long sigh, loosened his hand that had been on her neck for a long time, and fell weakly on the sofa. He asked her, "So, I want to participate in the competition. What procedures do I need to go through?"

There was no direct answer, but this short question was enough to show that he had no objection to the conditions Charlotte had proposed earlier. He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it no matter what. He wanted to do what he had always wanted to do, what he had not been able to do, and what he should do.

Charlotte was not too surprised to regain her freedom. She gently tidied her messy white hair with her hands and then gently said another fact, "There is no such thing as no formalities. Humans do not have the formalities to participate. Hundreds of years ago, human males were no longer eligible to participate in the 'Ten Thousand Heroes'."

Hearing her say this, Lu Fengxian was stunned and shouted in disbelief, "What did you say!?"

Then, Charlotte began to explain the reason word by word.

The "Ten Thousand Heroes" held in the country of sub-humans is a great competition that has existed since the sub-humans officially appeared in front of humans. Strong males of various races fight and bloody battles in it to obtain and win the championship throne of Ten Thousand Heroes. They will do anything for it, and countless males have died in it.

Humans, as the largest race in the world, occupying the largest area, and with a lot of dragons among them, were originally qualified to compete for the championship. The reason why they were later disqualified was, on the one hand, because human's fighting power was too weak, and on the other hand, because of their cunning nature, they would never participate in the competition honestly. They bribed the opponents behind the scenes, hid weapons on their bodies, set traps in the battle field, bribed the referees, and so on...

Since they were often defeated before even a single encounter, the demi-humans turned a blind eye to these situations, until a profiteer appeared among humans. He had no fighting power, was pot-bellied, and used all kinds of despicable means to defeat his opponents. He even poisoned the demi-human players who were indifferent to the high rewards he offered...

He squeezed into the top eight among the Ten Thousand Heroes, but in the end he was kicked off without even fighting an underage child of the Sub-Humans. His behavior directly led to the closing of the door of the Sub-Human "Ten Thousand Heroes" event to humans, and the human leadership was extremely angry about this, and they directly forced the closure of his stores and companies in various industries and sectors all over the world, which directly led to the outbreak of a financial crisis in human society, which was unstable for a long time before it finally recovered.

"Wait, the right to participate in a competition directly led to the last financial crisis, which greatly damaged the country's economic strength. This is too..."

This aroused Lu Fengxian's suspicion. No matter what era or national conditions, those at the top of society often have the smartest brains. If it was just for the physical communication between demi-humans and humans, it would definitely not be stupid enough to directly cause a financial crisis! ?

"You underestimate Wan Xiong. Why do you think he is so highly regarded? To show off his strength in front of the vast number of subhuman women? Or for love and glory?"

Charlotte clicked on the computer expressionlessly, her fingers clicking nimbly, and in the end she came up with a huge title -

[Top of Ten Thousand Heroes: Oath of the Subhumans]

An extremely clichéd agreement. To put it simply, the first place winner can obtain three agreements from dozens of sub-human races. No matter which country to overthrow or how much money to ask for, you can ask for it when you become the top of ten thousand heroes.

It does not violate the peace agreement, it does not completely destroy medium-sized or larger countries, it does not cause unrest in human or subhuman society... The ultimate result is victory in the war against the demons.

This agreement was made by the chiefs of the subhuman tribes, who are small in number but have strength comparable to that of humans, and everyone must abide by it.

Even the legendary hero seemed to have won first place in this "Ten Thousand Heroes" competition. Three wishes became one wish, inviting the warriors of the subhuman race to fight back against the demons with him...

If we can get first place, no matter how great the consumption is, it can be compensated. The joint oath of all the clan leaders of the sub-human race is definitely not just talk. If we fail to do so, it will be a loss of face for the entire sub-human race.

The businessman probably thought that he could just spend money to get the first place and then talk about it, but he only made it to the top eight and was discovered. If it were normal, the grass on his grave would be three meters high by now!

"The Wanmingyu subhumans must have it. They should also have the fruit of true rejuvenation. Even if it's just a country, the subhumans can get it for you. It's different from simply taking a country by force. If they really give it to a country, it will be a complete country."

"The people, the businesses, the soldiers, the land... everything recognizes your country."

A country that is seized by sheer force and a complete country are two different concepts. The former is at best a ruin, while the latter is a part that is so large that it can change the world. "

If it is true as Charlotte said, the so-called "Ten Thousand Heroes" is not only a competition among sub-humans, but also an opportunity to divide the world pattern...

Now I can roughly understand why the governments are furious because that guy was disqualified. If I were in his place, I would do the same thing. I would want to pull this guy out and whip his corpse. If I fail, I would put the blame on humans. It is really abominable -

It would have been fine if we had succeeded in winning first place. Those sub-humans are a race that cares about their reputation, so they would have held back their anger. But unfortunately, not only did we fail, but all the other sub-human races jointly disqualified us from participating in the competition.

I'm afraid that every ten years there are people who feel like vomiting blood, such as the governments that caused trouble last time, and like myself who want to participate but can't get in now.

If it was just because I was short of money, I would never participate in a competition that could change the world, but now...

"I want to participate, what should I do?"

With his head lowered, Lu Fengxian asked this. He understood that since Charlotte dared to propose this plan, there must be a way to do it. Otherwise... he could only drag her to the corner and do it to his heart's content.

Not understanding Lu Fengxian's ill intentions, Charlotte suggested expressionlessly.

"Well, in the coming days, there is still about a month until the demi-humans' Manxiong, please seize the opportunity during this time and turn the entire human society upside down."

I don't know why, but I always feel something is wrong...

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ps; I finally know why my writing is so up and down, mainly because I don’t have an outline, it depends on my mood. I’m in a good mood and tired recently, so the quality of my articles will improve..... [JPG]

62. The Pride of Medio

A team in the Evil Path Research Institute that specializes in handling all kinds of aftermath is working hard. On this peaceful day that could have been no different from any other day, a sudden invader has brought a workload that is fifty times heavier than usual.

Clean up the blood, drag away the bodies, and spray special fresheners to eliminate the smell of blood and other unpleasant odors in the air.

In the past, the workload was quite small, and a team of six could complete it in just three hours. After that, the time could be allocated freely, and they could do whatever they wanted.

Originally, you could go to the holographic simulation room to simulate the snow mountain environment for an exciting skiing trip, or use the airplane X and simulation equipment to have an orgy with hundreds of top girls... Don't doubt the realism, it's really cool.

The Evil Research Institute has existed in this world for too long, so long that even they themselves could not control their internal members from getting married and having children, and finally a large number of people with mediocre qualifications were left behind... Don't think that researchers don't have their own desires. In fact, there was no shortage of promiscuous people in the original Evil Research Institute.

It is undeniable that genes do have the function of inheritance, but there is no such thing as if the parents are university professors, the child will definitely be a genius. It mainly depends on God's will and yourself...

thump.

One by one, the bodies, some complete and some incomplete, were picked up and stacked on the carts. The manual laborers in the institute had no expression on their faces, neither happy nor sad. If a genius who loved science or was good at science was born in this institute, it could be said that he would be like a fish in water. But for ordinary people like them, being born there was undoubtedly a disaster. They were used to the dead, used to the corpses, and even the indifference of the people inside the institute.

They repeated the action of bending down and then standing up. The enhanced strength of the artificial mechanical skeleton made these mutant beasts weighing several tons as light as plastic plates in their hands.

"What a bunch of useless trash! The institute spent so much effort on research, but in the end, they were all killed by one person."

"I think the researchers in the institute are good-for-nothings. They are not as good as the mutant beast I studied, the dissolving slime..."

There is no shortage of talented people among the cleaning staff at the lowest level of the institute. The only pity is that the advantages created by their talents are not easily recognized by others, such as the man who is grabbing a mutant beast with a robotic arm and is about to throw it onto a cart.

He is not tall or handsome, has a hunched back, and wears a pair of large glasses, underneath which are a pair of eyes that always sparkle with bizarre colors...

May is the surname given to him by his mother, and Dio is the name left to him by his British father. Together they mean - Medio!

The greatest researcher of this era, a strong candidate for the next director of the evil research institute, and the dream lover of thousands of beautiful girls...

The above is pure fantasy.

Now, Medio can forget about competing for the position of the next director of the institute and becoming the dream lover of thousands of girls. He is just a person who has been demoted from the position of a formal researcher and one of the hundreds of low-level staff in the entire institute.

The difficult creative environment, the painful experience of being with people who have no dreams... I was forced to be a bionic robot, forced to mate with those temperatureless simulation devices, meaninglessly wasting my precious energy. I had originally decided to become the greatest researcher in the entire institute, but I was blocked like this...

Wiping the saliva that had flowed down from the corner of his mouth, Medio made up his mind. After trying the last 'Secret Passage of Young Sisters' in the simulation room tonight... it would be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow after trying the 'Mature Young Wife's Mature Tongue Skills'. At that time, he should choose the 'Exquisite Footjob of the Vicious Lady'...

“After that, just try harder.”

The more he thought about it, the more desire he felt. His hands involuntarily moved faster. He couldn't wait any longer.

A few people standing by couldn't help but laugh after seeing his actions.

"No, you're getting high again. I think your name doesn't match your dildo. Your dildo is very useful."

"Yeah, I remember he took a day off a few days ago and stayed there. God, he didn't die in there. It's a miracle."

"His research products are all weird, just like him."

Laughter came from all around. In fact, those who were laughing at Medio were not as well off as him, and were far behind Medio in terms of knowledge. If Medio had not made a mistake and been demoted here, and had not fallen into depravity, there would be no chance to laugh at him now.

He did not deny what they said about him having been soaking in there for a whole day and night, but he was furious with the latter!

"If my Dissolving Slime can be in it, it will definitely be able to defeat the invaders. It is invulnerable to physical attacks and can withstand more than ten kinds of elemental attacks. It is soft and elastic, and has extremely strong vitality. As long as the cells are still there, it can recover. It is the real deal - a super mutant beast!"

After saying this, he placed his hand complacently on his chest.

"And I am the strongest scholar who created this great thing!"

Everyone present looked at each other after hearing this, and then...

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Well, my scholar, I want to ask, what is the offensive nature of your dissolving slime?"

"Yeah, what other abilities does it have besides being able to dissolve clothes?"

These problems made Medio like an eggplant hit by frost - wilted.

"How can such an academic problem be explained by combat power? We scientists should never calculate problems in this way. You, you all should stop laughing."

Such a weak explanation could not convince everyone, but made them laugh even more happily. Only at this time could they truly feel that they were better than this idiot. At least if they could create mutant beasts, they would never create slimes that could only dissolve clothes like him. That was a completely perverted behavior...

Among those who were leading the mockery of Medio, there was one who was picking up pieces of the body on the ground while laughing. However, when he touched something, he was stunned and felt his hands getting slightly cold.

The role of exoskeleton technology is not only to enhance the strength of the human body. The main reason why it is given corresponding attention by the Xiedao Research Institute and used on these personnel is that its protective ability is top-notch. Whether it is a knife cut or water and fire, it has no effect at all...

His hands felt cold, and the corpse picker subconsciously felt something was wrong. He looked down and was staring into a pair of blue compound eyes. The blue light inside surged, and then he saw it disappear directly downwards. His sight also changed from the wall of the room at the beginning to the ceiling of the room, which kept spinning and spinning, and finally fell. The last scene reflected in his eyes was his headless body wearing an exoskeleton...

It turned out that it was not that he lowered his head, but that his head had been cut off and flew away…

At least, before he died, he knew how he was going to die.

But to others, it was a different scene. A blue figure who was not dead and whose whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of silver liquid armor suddenly stood up from the middle. The hand knife as sharp as a machete cut through the man's body and directly beheaded him!

The sword-slashing monster that stood up from the pile of corpses was none other than the demon who had previously fought fiercely with Lu Fengxian. As a product of top-notch genetic synthesis, it did not die from the so-called poisonous gas but survived.

It was at this moment that the laughter that had been going on suddenly stopped, and was replaced by screams like a frightened bird.

"Enemy attack!"

“You’re not dead yet!!”

"Hurry up, run faster!"

But just as these cleaners who had no combat experience were about to rush to the gate, the demon man, whose entire body had turned into silver, had already blocked the gate, with two hand knives crossed in front of him in an 'X' shape, and his murderous intent could be easily confirmed with the naked eye...

"What the hell, what's wrong with this guy? Why is he targeting us!?"

"It seems like you were defeated just now and now you want to vent your anger?"

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The indifference of human nature was immediately apparent. It wasn't because of anything else, but after the man died, no one thought of revenge for him. Instead, they thought of running away first...

Faced with a disaster, they didn't care about anything else. The cleaners, who were not originally in the combat department, took out the titanium alloy swords that were equipped at their waists and half-surrounded the devil man aggressively.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. If we attack together, no matter how strong the monster is, it will kneel down. The four-meter-long sword of the Sa family has been thirsting for a long time!"