Adjustment (2)

After confirming that Bilian wouldn't be able to get off work, Wei He activated autopilot. The vehicle slowly started up as well, heading toward another location.

"Please set your destination."

"Pharmacology Center," Wei He replied calmly.

Since Bilian had matters to deal with too, and he had just confirmed that he had reached the limit of his psionic power today—

He might as well head to the Pharmacology Center and clear the hurdle of genetic adjustment.

Very soon, the vehicle arrived at the Pharmacology Center.

The headquarters building of the Silver Belt District Pharmacology Center was a massive pyramid-shaped structure over a hundred stories tall.

Wei He was permitted to use one laboratory, one cultivation room, and one compounding room of his own. He could also make limited use of many immensely valuable and expensive testing and synthesis instruments.

Wei He got out of the car, took out his pass, and smoothly entered through the gates.

Excluding core researchers like him, the Pharmacology Center had over ten thousand staff members.

Therefore, even during off-work hours, streams of people could still be seen coming and going through the building, along with staff heading downstairs toward the cafeteria.

Every now and then, a few familiar faces greeted Wei He from afar, and he returned each greeting.

He took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor.

Wei He soon made his way down the empty corridor to the public laboratory on this floor.

He swiped his card and entered.

He let out a soft breath as he looked at the genetic adjustment pool before him.

If nothing unexpected happened, then after today, he would complete his genetic adjustment, begin accumulating psionic power for the second time, and charge toward the goal of tenfold psionic power.

The genetic adjustment pool was a deep-blue rectangular