They wriggled uneasily within the egg sacs, their tiny bodies twisting slightly as though searching for something.
Was it a longing for the mother body's warm embrace, or fear and confusion toward the unknown world?
Or perhaps they were sending out faint cries for help to the world in their own unique way.
Professor Connors stared obsessively at the squirming little creatures, carefully cradling the egg sac in both hands as if it were the most precious and fragile thing in the world.
A mad delight shone in his eyes—a desperate thirst for power, a crazed willingness to stop at nothing to fulfill his ambitions.
"Become the stepping stones on my path to strength, children."
He muttered to himself.
Connors slowly shifted his gaze from the egg sac to the Gene Editor operating nearby.
His eyes grew even more feverish, like a gambler spotting an enormous stack of chips on the table that might change his fate.
He stared fixedly at the serum being filled into the syringes. The pale blue liquid flashed with a mysterious glow inside the transparent syringes, as if it contained endless energy.
This Gene Editor could produce three doses of serum at once.
Inside the editor, precision instruments and complex programs ran in orderly fashion, like a highly advanced biological factory continuously synthesizing the precious serum.
Three shriveled egg sacs sat on the operating table beside the Gene Editor.
The Godzilla Larvae that had once been alive and brimming with infinite potential had now been completely drained, leaving only wrinkled skin like dead leaves stripped of life by time.
Professor Connors merely glanced coldly at the shriveled corpses before tossing them to the ground like trash.
The remaining four egg sacs lay quietly on the experiment table. Through their translucent membranes, the larvae inside could