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Chapter 613 Frequently and Occasionally

As mentioned earlier, the Silver Twilight Hut Club recruits many talented but unappreciated amateur scientists whose research and inventions mostly contradict or violate the ethics of mainstream academia.

The most famous person in this field is West, a medical genius from Miskatonic University. It is said that before he disappeared, his technology was able to basically bring the dead back to life, although it was impossible to guarantee that the resurrected person would be the same as the original deceased.

As I always say—occasionally reckless, often occasionally.

The Silver Twilight Lodge is filled with people from the elite, who either wield great power or possess enormous wealth. To them, the scientists' energetic presentations on stage are no different from a circus performance, except for research like West's that overturns the laws of nature.

So it's not surprising that the invitation was sent to Emma's house.

...

As for how Ginmura's stage design was so reckless...

Just look at this opening show and you'll understand.

...

Milo and Yan sat in the darkest corner of the banquet. Their gazes were not initially focused on the stage. The 80% of the presentations were just random scientific research results, which held no appeal for these two guys who were already at a higher level of life.

The two, each with their own ulterior motives, focused their attention more on the seats at the very front of the banquet.

This is probably the kind of tacit understanding that Milo and Yan have, which occurs very rarely.

Whenever Milo fixates his gaze on someone in the front row, Yan will accurately state some information about that person.

For example, the middle-aged man in front of us, chatting happily with the guests, clearly acting like the host—

“Karl Sanford, the current president of Silvertwilight Hut, or the high priest.”

Beside him was a man in a wheelchair who didn't interact much with the guests. He was under thirty, but his demeanor made him look older than the forty or fifty-year-olds around him. He had very short blond hair and thick glasses on his nose. At that moment, he was intently staring at the stage above with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This guy, Lonnie William, from Miskatonic, you've probably seen his name if you occasionally browse bizarre scientific journals. Some of his academic comments are quite quirky. He's probably a research advisor at Silvertwilight Cottage right now."

"Scientific journals? You read this kind of stuff?" Milo turned around and glanced at him, confirming once again that the person sitting next to him was indeed Yan.

"I won't watch it." Yan lit another cigarette.

"..."

...

Perhaps influenced by Lonnie William, Milo and Yan were both drawn to the scientific research results that would be presented on stage next.

The person explaining his research project and equipment results is a Black scholar.

In today's social climate, it's quite rare to see someone with this skin color standing on stage, not playing a circus clown.

Of course, it's unavoidable that the audience might still see it as a clown show.

...

The research project involving Black people was about human modification.

However, unlike the mechanical ascension concept in Milo's memory, this black scholar's research concept is the decomposition of the human body. He believes that when the soul is strong enough, it is not necessary to rely on the nutrients synthesized by the body system and cells to maintain life. On the contrary, the soul, or brain thinking, should dominate and control the entire body system, thereby achieving some functions that are considered "miracles" in traditional concepts, such as the rapid healing of wounds.

"That must be exhausting for the brain," Yan remarked sincerely as he listened to the black man's blablabla on stage.

Yes, if the entire bodily system were controlled by subjective thought, meaning even things like cell regeneration and blood transport were handled personally...

"What if you forget to breathe while you're sleeping?" Soon, someone in the audience raised a similar question.

The Black scholar on stage, however, stated that he had a more intuitive and powerful method of verification.

He removed his heavy coat, revealing a horrifying cut around his elbow. Although it had completely healed, the deep indentations on his skin, as if bound by thin threads, were still physically uncomfortable.

The Black scholar stated that he had previously experimented by completely severing his left forearm, which subsequently achieved complete healing and regeneration in a short period of time, without the use of any medical interventions.

However, a single scar is clearly not convincing.

In order to gain the favor of the club and financial support from the wealthy businessmen in the audience.

He went all out, changing his original plan to use animals for experimental demonstrations and having his assistant point the cutting machine blade at his own body.

Of course, some preparations were needed beforehand. He first attached many electrodes to his forehead, temples, and other locations, and then used the device he had developed to give his brain and soul a maximum "enhancement".

After a series of crackling sounds...

Even Milo and Yan, who were in the far corner of the banquet, could vaguely smell the burning skin.

But the black man wasn't cooked, and his behavior became even more agitated, even bordering on madness.

...

So, amidst the sight of many female guests covering their eyes and screaming, the cutting began.

Arms, thighs...

Even the neck...

What is shocking and unbelievable is that throughout the entire process of the cutting machine severing the black scholar's limbs, he remained conscious, stating that he had successfully controlled the transmission of nerve signals and therefore felt no pain, and even directed his assistant on how to dismember himself more smoothly.

The most terrifying thing is that even after his head was removed, he continued to convey his research ideas and thoughts to the audience, saying that once his assistant reassembled his body, he would be fully healed and healthy within minutes.

Keep in mind that the stage was already covered in blood...

Meanwhile, the guests in the banquet hall were exclaiming in amazement and cheering, because they had never seen a talking head before. Some even started bidding against each other, saying they had to buy the patent.

…However, Yan and Milo, who were in the corner, started discussing some unrelated topics.

Have you ever heard this saying?

"How to say?"

"They say that after people die, they become stars in the sky."

"Oh, I've heard of that."

"If we calculate it that way, wouldn't that guy become 5 stars?"

"6."

"Ah, I miscalculated. It should be 6."

……

It turns out that the Black scholar may have indeed touched upon a previously unknown field of research, or his theory itself may have originated from some scattered, wicked text, belonging to the realm of forbidden knowledge.

And indeed, it was achieved that he could maintain his will even when he was certain to die.

Perhaps, just perhaps, his theories are not wrong; perhaps he really did cut off his left arm and achieved wound healing and regeneration through willpower.

Unfortunately, the theory was incomplete. He hadn't even considered how to clean up the blood that had been spilled on the stage, and he had no idea how much bioenergy would be required to completely heal such a severe tissue injury.

Conservation, oh conservation! Whether it's energy or matter, under the existing rules and order of the conscious world, the most fundamental law of conservation has been violated.

If he had only cut off an arm today, and his body had enough energy and resources to support the recovery process, there shouldn't have been six extra stars in the sky.

...

So not long afterward...

On stage, the scholar's eloquent speech came to an abrupt end at a certain moment.

The head that was beaming with excitement just a moment ago suddenly seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and there was no more movement.

The entire banquet scene seemed to freeze for about seven or eight seconds, until people realized what was happening, and then the screams of women began to erupt.

And some curses:

"Get rid of that damn idiot!"

"Foolish! I told you long ago that this is impossible."

"My God, who planned this show? Was it just to disgust us on purpose?!"

...

"What are you doing?" Milo glanced at Yan beside him.

Yan was resting his chin on his hand, looking up at the sky directly above:
"Find the stars."

……

The first farce ended with ketchup all over the floor.

Before the stage was cleaned up, the atmosphere of the banquet had returned to normal, and people calmly chatted about topics they hadn't finished discussing before, or continued to enjoy the half-eaten cake or champagne.

Then, without stopping, the second farce began.

However, compared to the abstruse theoretical knowledge expounded by the previous speaker, the young man who took over the baton of recklessness expressed himself in a more down-to-earth way.

Rather than a scientific researcher, he is more accurately described as a "pragmatic religious figure."

Why do you say that?
First of all, he is creative.

Because this guy invented a device that was completely useless in Nanwei City—a humidifier.

Moreover, it was a relatively rudimentary version, assembled from only a few glass instruments and a casing.

As for why this guy is said to be a religious person, it's because, along with the humidifier, a sealed cage with iron bars inside and glass on the outside was also set up and moved onto the stage. Inside the cage was a haggard-looking young woman with snow-white skin, which made the bloodstains on the chain-pierced wound on her collarbone appear even more scarlet and glaring.

But the young woman was not human. After being awakened by the stage lights, she quickly roared, revealing her ferocious fangs and claws, frantically tearing at the chains and banging against the iron bars of the cage.

This is a vampire.

In short, the scholar's invention can be summarized as follows:

"Pour holy water into a humidifier, and a vampire gas chamber is created."

Furthermore, it seems that the average sanity level of everyone at the Silver Twilight Cottage Club is remarkably high, or perhaps vampires are simply a type of creature they perceive as existing in their world; even if they haven't seen one in person, they've at least heard of them.

...

……

"That must be one of your non-blood-related sisters, right? Didn't you say you came to rescue someone?"

Milo glanced at Yan, who remained unmoved beside him.

Yan, his hands propped on the table, chin in hand, watched with rapt attention as the woman on stage roared and struggled in the "gas chamber," uttering a puzzling sigh:

"Don't you think she looks so charming?"

(End of this chapter)