Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

The Rat Spirit Clan's Extraordinary Technology Research Institute.

The pungent smell of medicine, the musty odor of decay, the creaking of mechanical gears, and the squeaking of mice mingled together.

Hundreds of rat spirit scholars were busy working here, surrounding a huge instrument. On the instrument was a giant steel hammer with complex runes and circuits on its surface, which made a "buzzing" sound from time to time as the rat spirit scholars operated it.

"The thirteenth experiment in developing genetic weapons begins!"

buzzing...

The instrument started operating.

The machine hummed as it turned.

Energy, shimmering with a green light, was continuously input from the tubes and injected into the warhammer weapon.

"Click, click..."

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

The runes on the surface of the warhammer began to flicker erratically.

A few seconds later, wisps of smoke began to rise.

The room was filled with the smell of burning...

An elderly rat scholar exclaimed in alarm, "Quickly turn off the switch!"

The other scientists quickly turned off the switch, and the runes on the warhammer's surface finally dimmed.

Clearly, the experiment failed.

"Sigh..." The old rat scholar sighed and walked dejectedly to the warhammer.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work.

Which part of the process went wrong?

At this moment, Rat King, the president of the Rat Spirit Clan, strode in with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a tight white suit, had a cigar in his mouth, and was followed by two bodyguards.

"How's it going? Is my genetic weapon finished yet?"

As soon as Rat King entered the room, he asked in his shrill voice.

He immediately smelled a burnt odor coming from the lab and frowned: "What happened? Did it explode again???"

The old scholar looked embarrassed, and the other rat scientists also lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Rat King looked around, his eyes wide: "Hey! What's the meaning of this? Nobody's saying anything? Don't tell me you bunch of good-for-nothings took my money, wasted the materials I bought at high prices, blew up a bunch of my instruments and equipment, and didn't even figure out a thing!"

"..." The old scholar had no choice but to step forward and say, "Your Majesty, I'm truly sorry... Your request for us to crack the technology of gene weapons within a month is simply too difficult..."

"Although we've obtained the materials they use to manufacture weapons, we currently have very little useful information. We don't have their weapon blueprints; the only reference we have are some competition videos. We can only resort to this risky experimental approach..."

"Ha! So, old man, you're accusing me of something?" Rat King said with a dark face, reaching out his strong arm from under his suit to grab the old scholar by the collar and lift him up.

The old scholar hurriedly shook his head, saying in a terrified voice, "I...I...Your Majesty, I didn't mean that..."

"Then tell me yourself, how long do you need?"

"It will take...at least seven or eight years...or even longer..."

"Seven or eight years?!?" Rat King stared wide-eyed.

In seven or eight years, not only will the Summit of All Races be over, but the Eighth War of All Races might also be over by now!

The old scholar said with a bitter face, "That's just how scientific research is..."

At this moment, one of the weasel spirit's henchmen ran over, came to the Rat King's side, and said excitedly, "President, we've got the blueprints!"

"Hmm?" Rat King put down the old scholar and glanced at him. "What blueprints?"

Weasel Spirit: "Of course, it's the blueprints for genetic weapons research!"

Upon hearing this, Rat King's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked, "Where did you get this?"

The weasel spirit chuckled and said, "I bribed a traitor within the Ye family to steal the blueprints."

"A traitor within the Ye family..." Rat King's eyes darted around, and after thinking for a moment, "Is he reliable?"

Weasel Spirit: "Absolutely reliable! That guy used to be a subordinate of another collateral branch of the Ye family."

"In the Ye family tradition, brothers and sisters of the same generation are born enemies and must compete fiercely for the position of head of the Ye family. Later, that collateral descendant was killed by Ye Ge, and as his subordinate, he was also implicated. His family members were either exiled by Ye Ge, killed, or sent to slave mines to work for a lifetime."

"Because of his outstanding performance, he was exceptionally allowed to stay in the family and slowly climbed to the top through his abilities. However, he still hates Ye Ge to the core, so he is absolutely reliable!"

After listening, Rat King nodded, very satisfied: "So that's how it is... Where is he now?"

Soon, the "traitor" from the Ye family was brought before Rat King.

"President Rat King, hello." Lin Jianxiu greeted him respectfully with a smile.

"You're that Lin Jianxiu?" Rat King sized him up. "I heard you have research blueprints for genetic weapons?"

"Yes." Lin Jianxiu nodded.

"How did you get your hands on such an important thing as the blueprints for genetic weapons?" Rat King asked curiously.

"I endured humiliation and stayed by his side for so long, becoming his confidant, all for revenge." Lin Jianxiu clenched his fists and said with a hateful expression, "He trusts me now, so getting the blueprints wasn't difficult for me, because almost all the scientists in the Ye family's Extraordinary Research Institute have seen these blueprints."

Rat King nodded, took the cigar from his mouth, exhaled a smoke ring, and sneered, "Very good. If your blueprints are genuine, I will reward you handsomely! But you'd better not lie to me. If I find out you're just here to swindle my money, hmph... you'll understand the cruelty of the Rat Spirit Clan!"

Lin Jianxiu chuckled and said, "President, please rest assured."

Then, a drawing was presented to the Rat King.

With a cigar dangling from his mouth, Rat King picked up the blueprint and stared at it in silence for a long time, pretending to understand it. He clearly couldn't comprehend it at all. He then turned and handed the blueprint to the old scholar: "Take a look, is this a real blueprint?"

The old scholar took the blueprints, quickly glanced at the contents, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

And as he examined the details of the blueprint more closely, his expression grew increasingly astonished and exaggerated, gradually shifting from initial surprise to stunned silence, then to shock, and finally to disbelief...

In the end, tears welled up in his eyes behind his thick glasses, and his hands holding the blueprints trembled slightly: "My God... this is unbelievable, too incredible! This is simply... this is simply a work of art!"

Rat King frowned and asked, "So what's the matter? Is this thing real or fake?"

“It’s absolutely true!” the old scholar said, his voice trembling. “Incredible… truly incredible! So these places can be designed like this… I see… no wonder the experiment failed the first time… The person who invented this extraordinary technological weapon must be a once-in-a-millennium genius!”