Experiments, Great Creations!

"Leave me. Let me think this through..."

Ron closed his eyes with difficulty, his heart filled with conflict and helplessness.

"Yes!"

Bayev gave a slight bow and withdrew.

Ron walked onto the Spire's balcony.

The lingering rays of the setting sun fell over him, gilding his silhouette with a golden edge.

He looked down at the masses below, where millions lived as subjects loyal to the Governor.

That heavy responsibility weighed upon him, leaving him deeply exhausted.

Ron gazed at the sunset and murmured:

"I'll find a better way. I have to!"

Evening.

Homan House territory.

Creak—

The shrill sound of metal scraping ceased as the crude elevator descended to the lowest level.

Polished black leather boots stepped out of the elevator, and Yosef Homan emerged with impeccable gentlemanly bearing.

He was the current head of Homan House and the ruler of this territory.

Before him stood a massive sealed laboratory, its dim crimson lighting oppressive. The floor was covered in dried bloodstains and scraps of flesh.

Yosef frowned and instinctively avoided the filthy things on the ground.

Why did those inferior fools not know how to keep things clean?

"My lord!"

A researcher in a scarlet lab coat, his hair a disheveled mess, hurried over.

"How is the experiment progressing?" Yosef instinctively shifted back a little.

The researcher eagerly flipped through the data. "Based on the data collected last time, our research has made major progress. We'll soon be able to produce a new finished product!"

Yosef nodded in satisfaction. A few days ago, he had released a batch of test subjects into the Palatine District for live combat testing.

He had successfully obtained the data he wanted.

He looked toward the enormous cultivation area, where cylindrical glass tanks several meters tall stood in rows, each filled with horrifying flesh-crafted creations of various shapes.

These were the powerful weapons Homan House had created to deal with the Custodes.

With that thought, Yosef passed through the rows of cultivation tanks and walked to the end of the area.

There stood a giant cultivation tank over ten meters high, its glass marked with the image of a shattered eye!

Yosef gazed eagerly at the giant cultivation tank. This was the truly great creation.

The foundation of his rule over this planet!

Through the glass, a bloody lump of flesh could be seen inside.

On closer inspection, one would discover that it was a malformed pregnant woman!

The woman had lost her skin, the flesh of her entire body tangled together. Her belly had swollen madly into a horrifying sphere several meters across, covered in countless eyes.

Yet her upper body and legs remained their normal size.

Even so, she was still alive, silently wailing in the cultivation fluid!

When she saw the people standing outside the giant cultivation tank, especially Yosef, her eyes were filled with pleading.

She begged the person before her to let her rest.

The extreme torment had made her desperately long for death!

As Yosef looked at the pregnant woman, a tear slipped from his eye.

She was his elder sister, his blood relative!

He avoided her pleading gaze and nodded to the researcher.

The researcher walked to the control console nearby and pressed a green button.

In an instant, the entire laboratory began to tremble faintly, and the dark red lights flickered.

The machinery beneath the giant cultivation tank activated, injecting a vast array of multicolored liquids into the pregnant woman's body through complicated hollow tubes.

This brought the pregnant woman immense pain. Her silent wails in the cultivation fluid almost seemed tangible.

Her belly—the horrifying sphere of flesh several meters in diameter—began to beat like a heart.

Yosef stared fanatically at that horrifying sphere, tears streaming down his face.

Life was gestating within it!

Only the most extreme pain and despair could give birth to such a great creation!

A syringe on the end of a mechanical arm pierced the flesh sphere and drew out a certain amount of liquid from within.

The liquid was then injected into a sealed test tube.

Inside the test tube, the mysterious liquid shimmered with a captivating azure glow.

Yosef watched the liquid in the test tube from afar, extremely wary.

These things would be his surprise for that incompetent Ron Grant.

"You, test its effects!"

Yosef ordered a young researcher to conduct experimental research on the liquid in the test tube.

The young researcher was terrified, but he still obeyed.

Because the consequences of defying orders were more terrifying than death. Many researchers had already proven that with their own fates.

The young researcher trembled as he entered the fully sealed Plasteel glass chamber.

But the moment he stepped inside, the glass chamber locked completely.

He turned around and cast a pleading look outside, as though he wanted to say something.

But when he saw his lord's gaze, he shut his mouth again.

Trembling, the young researcher removed the test tube containing the azure liquid, drew some of it into a syringe, and injected it into a grey rat inside a glass box on the table.

After the blue liquid was injected, the grey rat immediately began struggling violently. Its body swelled and underwent severe mutation.

It grew to the size of a small dog. Several pitch-black eyes emerged across its body, while its fangs and claws became long and sharp, making it extremely aggressive!

The Mutated Grey Rat struggled and slammed about violently inside the glass box. With a crack, fractures appeared in the glass.

At the sight of this, the young researcher's fear of the monster overwhelmed everything else.

He turned and ran to the side of the glass chamber, pounding on the glass and shouting for someone to open the door.

The glass chamber was extremely well sealed. His voice could not be heard at all, and only faint thudding sounds reached the outside.

No one cared about the young researcher's cries for help. Yosef and the others simply watched him in silence.

Seeing the looks in everyone's eyes, the young researcher finally fell into despair.

He turned back around, pressed his back against the glass wall, and looked at the Mutated Grey Rat in the glass box.

The cracks in the glass box were growing larger and larger. It was about to give way!

If that damned rat got out, he would definitely be torn to pieces!

Helplessness nearly drowned him.

Thump, thump, thump.

The glass wall behind him trembled faintly.

The young researcher turned around and saw his lord standing before the glass wall, watching him.

Yosef maintained his gentlemanly smile and raised a hand, pointing toward the other wall of the glass chamber to signal for him to look.

Following the direction of his finger, the young researcher discovered a standard-issue Imperium Rapid-Fire Autogun hanging on that wall.

He understood at once. Like a madman, he rushed over and seized the Rapid-Fire Autogun.

Only then did he realize that there were two test subjects in this experiment: himself and the grey rat!

If he could not deal with that mutated grey rat, he was dead!

The young researcher took a deep breath, made his decision, chambered the Rapid-Fire Autogun, and aimed it at the glass box.

Hiss—

The mutated grey rat shrieked as it smashed through the glass box.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

But the instant it emerged, it was completely engulfed by the Rapid-Fire Autogun's firepower!

The Mutated Grey Rat struggled to escape, but the bullets continuously entering its body drove it back.

The powerful force kept pressing it into the corner, bursts of blood mist exploding across its body.

The young researcher held down the trigger with all his strength and did not stop until every bullet had been fired.

Looking at the bloodied, motionless Mutated Grey Rat, he let out a small breath of relief.

But then a sudden change occurred. The Mutated Grey Rat abruptly sprang up, pounced on him, and began tearing at him desperately.

Aah!

The young researcher screamed. He had no strength to resist as the Mutated Grey Rat tore him apart and sent him collapsing to the ground.

"Mom—"

Those were the last words he left behind before he died.

Yosef quietly watched the scene from before the glass wall, deeply satisfied.

This experiment had been a success.

Inside the glass chamber, the mutated grey rat rapidly gnawed at the young researcher's corpse, quickly devouring all his flesh.

But it was still Hungry. It craved flesh and blood!

The Mutated Grey Rat turned toward Yosef outside the glass wall and lunged at him desperately.

Thump!

The mutated grey rat slammed into the glass wall and was sent flying back.

Yet it immediately got up and pounced again, only to be thrown back once more.

Outside the glass wall,

Yosef calmly watched the little creature inside as it slammed into the glass wall again and again, as though it never knew fatigue.

Until it was reduced to a bloody mess.

Just as he found it boring and was about to leave, he suddenly noticed a tiny crack in the glass before him.

Hmm?

The Mutated Grey Rat slammed into it again with a thump.

Crack!

Cracks spread across the entire glass wall!

Thank you to the esteemed reader "Toris" for the reward!

I'm so touched!