Just then, a faint sound shattered the deathly silence in the laboratory.
An orange pearl rolled out from a corner of the laboratory and came to a stop right by his feet.
Dr. Connors froze, his eyes widening in astonishment.
His laboratory, a cutting-edge base for reptilian regeneration systems and Alien Gene transplantation research, had always been known for its strict sterilization procedures and rigorous protective measures.
Every item brought into the laboratory, whether a tiny reagent vial or a precision instrument, had to undergo detailed registration and multiple layers of safety inspections.
Yet this unexpected pearl was clearly absent from all records.
He slowly crouched down and gently touched the pearl with his fingers. The warm, smooth sensation at his fingertips made his heart tighten.
The pearl's surface was as smooth as a mirror, as though it had been polished by a thousand years of time, radiating an indescribably mysterious glow.
In that instant, an indescribable force seemed to pass through his fingertips and strike directly into his brain. Then, a torrent of complex information surged into his consciousness like raging waves.
"Dragon Ball? Wishes?"
Dr. Connors's pupils abruptly contracted, his eyes flashing with shock and confusion.
As a rigorous scientist, his worldview was founded upon solid experimental data and scientific theories. Every phenomenon required a reasonable explanation and verifiable evidence.
To him, the notion of "wishes" was nothing more than a fictional element from myths and legends, utterly out of place in the real world.
Yet the strange experience brought by this pearl, along with the information that continued echoing in his mind, made it impossible for him to dismiss it as a hallucination or misunderstanding.
He rose to his feet and paced back and forth through the laboratory, his heart filled with contradictions and struggle.
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