I am a hero of the former civilization.

This woman must be restrained; her 'courage' is truly beyond that of ordinary people.

"Experiments are inherently dangerous. Just take precautions and don't worry about them breaking out. Once that door breaks, the thousands of degrees of heat will turn them into charcoal." Mebius tossed his long hair and said confidently, "As for me, there's even less to worry about. My Honkai energy adaptability has reached S-rank."

In other words, she was even better than Himiko and could definitely be considered a first-rate warrior.

Ryan shook his head, understanding what Möbius was thinking. Some experiments could only be conducted in a 'collapsed' environment, which was more efficient. The tissues inside those glass jars were actually alive.

"It seems that ordinary experiments are no longer enough for you. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

“Simple.” Mebius carefully took out a twisted piece of tissue, which looked somewhat like a deformed arm, but the fingers were still trembling, proving that the thing was not dead.

"Start with Honkai Emperor, let me broaden my horizons."

Test me?

Ryan raised an eyebrow, glanced around to make sure there were no problems, and then focused his attention on the arm.

“75% cell fusion, fingertips trembling as if tearing through imaginary space, this is a common attack method used by the Honkai Emperor.” Ryan muttered to himself, his eyes comparable to the most advanced instruments, as he adjusted his glasses.

"But that's not enough. It needs to be free of genetic impurities, connected to the human circulatory system, and controlled by human will before it has any value."

That was a perfect answer, it's unbelievable! Are you a humanoid computer?

Mebius's eyes widened slightly; these words struck a chord with her, and she felt she had made a very good deal.

Even if this man has a foul mouth, she can swallow it for the sake of great evolution.

"I know this is difficult, but it won't be difficult for you."

"Don't flatter me. I'll help you get these things done, and you're not allowed to ask me for payment afterward. We'll be even." Ryan adjusted his glasses, refusing to fall for any sweet talk.

"Hehe, that depends on how much you can help. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. At worst, I'll treat you to a meal."

Bread or instant noodles?

Am I really that stingy?

Ryan looked at Mebius seriously, shook his head, and then nodded slightly: "You're not stingy, but you're a poor bastard."

You're looking down on me again!

Mebius took a deep breath, feeling an urge to kick Ryan out. How could dedicating oneself to science be considered poverty? Besides, instant noodles are delicious; I bought a whole truckload of them.

The big picture is the priority; we can't argue with him.

"Okay, if you do a good job, we'll call it even."

Then I'll dig a new hole for you, so you'll always owe me.

Mebius sneered inwardly, but put on a very obedient expression. Before he could even offer any suggestions, his pupils contracted slightly.

Purple lightning reflected in emerald eyes, and the Honkai energy in the entire laboratory began to activate, just as subjects kneel before a king and submit to his supreme authority.

Lightning flashed across his arm, severing the mutated tissue—no, breaking it apart, severing the links at the atomic level, and then, as if peeling an egg, stripping away the impurities and purifying the genes.

This is......

There's no mistake, this is the power of the Third Herrscher. He has indeed obtained this power as I suspected.

How did you do that? Why can't I detect it?

Mebius was full of questions. If Ryan had initially shown her a treasure map, then one stroke of his shovel revealed gold everywhere.

Her body trembled slightly, her excitement reaching its peak. She recalled her research on the Second Herrscher's corpse, and the questions she had about Alicia back then were still crystal clear.

Why should humanity be confined to a single state and unable to become as powerful as the Herrschers?

At this moment, the question has been answered. Possessing a human heart and the authority of a Herald, using humanity to control the power of destruction, what answer could be more perfect?

I used to think that evolution was about giving up some things to gain others, but I was wrong. It turns out that perfect evolution really exists, and you can reach the path to immortality and infinity without giving up anything.

Mebius felt that the man in front of him was shining, and he had never been so pleasing to the eye.

A serpentine greed surged forth. As a perfectionist, she looked down on defective products, but because of Ryan, all her previous ideas became defective.

The future stage, the path of evolution, lies before us.

Ryan was very focused, training his control over electromagnetic forces at a microscopic level, and even so, he could feel the intense gazes from those around him.

It seems like it provoked Mebius a bit too much?

The thought flashed through his mind, but he chose to ignore it, a result of careful consideration.

The reason I came to help her, besides completing the Fusion Warrior project as soon as possible, was simply to ensure her peace and safety. This way, I could kill two birds with one stone and fully practice my use of authority.

As for Mebius's strange behavior, he wasn't worried. Not to mention that the two of them had a life-or-death friendship, this woman was very rational and wouldn't dare to turn against him. With a little clever guidance, she might gradually become obedient.

'If fate could be replicated, I wouldn't mind taking you along, but unfortunately it can't, so I'll just have to keep you in suspense.'

Ryan smiled slyly. Influencing Mebius was also about exploring the unknown. He decomposed, purified, and fused the parts for several hours before stopping when he became mentally exhausted.

"It's done. Extract the genes from this hand, copy them, and inject them into a living organism as the original. See how it goes."

On the operating table, the arm had been completely transformed; apart from the long, black fingernails, there was nothing else that looked abnormal.

This is a woman's hand, and it has nothing to do with deformity or mutation; on the contrary, it appears exceptionally perfect.

"Hey, are you even listening to me? Look at your hands! Why are you staring at me like that?" Ryan's lips twitched. That gaze had been fixed on him for hours, making his scalp tingle.

"That's not important anymore. Do you know what I want to do most?" Mebius didn't even glance at the operating table, only sticking out his tongue to lick his scarlet lips.

"I really want to eat you up."

Chapter 71 These legs, I'd play with them for years! 5K

Ryan felt he had miscalculated again. The treatment plan he had tailored for Mebius seemed to be quite effective, at least the research on the Herrscher corpses had not been mentioned again.

On the other hand, she seemed to have developed a new symptom. For more than half a month, she was stared at by that aggressive gaze, which made Ryan sleep with one eye open, for fear that she would be tricked by her.

But apart from his eyes, Möbius acted as usual, neither being overly affectionate nor deliberately seducing anyone, and even arguing less frequently.

She was just observing quietly, and the more she looked, the more curious she became.

As for the 'Fusion Warrior Project', there's not much to say. Mebius essentially has a cheat-level assistant. If the progress isn't faster, she'll be a complete idiot.

Possessing power and destiny, as well as first-rate theoretical knowledge, Ryan is, in some ways, even better at conducting concrete research than May. At least he is physically strong enough to work continuously for several days without rest, day or night.

Trial and error, correct, extract and copy again, and continue to trial and error.

Research can be tedious and make you feel like a machine, but it's not as simple as screwing in a screw. Occasionally, a flash of inspiration can lead to a slight adjustment to a gene fragment, which can save a lot of time.

Gradually, the two developed a tacit understanding. Möbius was responsible for adjustments and guidance, while Ryan was responsible for operations and extractions. Even if the experiment was flawed, it was enough to win the Mu Continent Biology Award.

Ryan even fell in love with the feeling: the mutated 55 pairs of chromosomes, eight base pairs, and hundreds of millions of gene fragments. Every adjustment meant the unknown, and then through repeated experiments, this unknown was turned into the known.

There's no need to deliberately pursue it; it's the instinct of those who walk the path of destiny—to constantly repeat ideas and concepts, to explore the unknown, to understand the truth, and to connect with the future.

He immersed himself in exploration, absorbing Möbius's knowledge, and eventually became able to independently adjust his genes.

Everything was wonderful. Ryan got used to this life. This underground place was great. No one bothered him, the facilities were perfect, and when he got tired of research, he could relax by playing games. He could even continue updating his novel.

Mebius was poor, but he had plenty of instant noodles and instant coffee, and Ryan wasn't a picky person either.

Of course, you should always keep one eye open when you sleep; boys need to learn to protect themselves when they're out and about.

"Although something feels a bit off, this is just everyday life."

After uploading a chapter and closing his laptop, Ryan comfortably propped his feet up on the table and swirled his coffee cup while discussing the upcoming plot with fellow readers.

The metal ceiling, surrounded by flashing electronic lights, had a unique charm, even giving him a moment to think about the novel's plot.

It's time to write about the Sixth Apostle. Monster slaughter fleets and such are easy to write about, since I've seen them before.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, a few bolts of purple lightning in his palm compressed and condensed, just like a small knife. This thing was truly capable of cutting through iron like mud, and could slice through an aircraft carrier deck like tofu.

I've become a monster too.

Having seized power, his level of existence seemed to have fundamentally improved. Logically, he should have become an object of rejection by 'humanity,' but there was an oddball who treated him like a treasure.

'Fortunately, Mebius is a smart woman. Greedy as she may be, she wouldn't resort to violence. If I could make her a Fate Walker, I would be free.'

Ryan took a sip of coffee and unconsciously smiled. As the saying goes, time reveals true character. After spending almost a month together, their trust had risen to a tacit understanding and continued to grow from the experiments.

If she could become a Destiny Walker, 'intelligence' and 'immortality' would be the most suitable qualities. Of course, compared to the freaks of the Black Tower Club, there is still some gap between her and Mebius.

It should be the world's constraint; given Möbius's talent and temperament, he is no worse than anyone else.

Damn it, why did I have so much faith in her?

Ryan woke up with a start and saw the empty instant noodle cup on the table. He thought to himself, "You think you can become a Destiny Walker with this stuff? I'll have to pay you a fee to become an apprentice first."

"Ryan, come quick and help!"

Just then, Mebius's voice reached his ears, and Ryan quickly extinguished the lightning, otherwise the woman would see it and make a drooling face again.

"What are you doing."

He turned around and saw Mebius and Klein huffing and puffing as they carried something. Ryan instinctively went over to lend a hand, only to find that it was a three-seater sofa.

The fabric sofa was a bit old, but the surface was still relatively clean. The three of them moved it to the center of the lounge.

Mebius wiped the sweat from his forehead and said unhappily, "It's all because you're so fussy. You insisted on renovating the lounge, so I specially asked Klein to find it at the flea market."

Ryan was taken aback, then remembered that he had casually mentioned the importance of balancing work and rest a few days ago and the matter of applying to renovate the lounge.

It's absurd that Möbius remembered such a casual remark and was so touched by it!

"I gave you a full 20,000 euros in funding, and this is the piece of junk you get me?"

Twenty thousand euros! That's enough to buy several of the latest PX5s. He glanced back down the hallway to make sure there was nothing else there.

I paid you to renovate your hideout, and you still dared to embezzle it.

Mebius, thick-skinned as ever, retorted, "What do you mean 'rubbish'? This took Klein a whole morning. She has three doctoral degrees. What's a mere 20,000 euros to have such a high-caliber person working for you?"

Wow, your ability to argue is really impressive, with such a tricky angle.

Ryan's eyes twitched, and he held out his hand: "I don't care, you give me the rest of the money back."

"They're long gone. I just happened to have Klein bring back some damaged equipment on the way."

Didn't you just say she was working for me?

"So, by the way, you're the subject and I'm the object. Haven't you ever taken a class on dialectical philosophy?"

Klein glanced at the two staring at each other, saw Ryan gritting his teeth as if he wanted to devour Mebius whole, and then looked at the Doctor, who stood tall and proud, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, before weakly raising his hand.