I Disagree

Tongus could not understand it no matter how hard he tried. Why had the countries argued directly, only to reach the conclusion that they should dismember the alien?

Was keeping the alien alive really that difficult?

An endless supply of Cell Enhancement Nutrient Solution, powerful superhuman abilities, the key to entering the age of superhumans.

As long as the alien existed, it represented humanity's next round of evolution!

Why dismember the alien?

Did they think the alien was pork to be divided up?

Tongus truly did not understand.

He should have become the pioneer of the superhuman era, deserving a monument of his own for all future humanity to admire.

But unfortunately, his misjudgment of the politics between nations and their fear of the United States had shattered Tongus's dream of becoming the pioneer of the superhuman era.

"What a pity."

Tongus shook his head, feeling only a faint regret in his heart.

After all, he had not put in research efforts like Ciri had. Nearly all of these achievements could be said to have been stolen from Ciri. Failing to secure the greatest possible benefits was merely a slight disappointment.

A long brown rectangular table sat in a large conference room capable of seating at least thirty people. This was another meeting room, used for summarizing biomedical research.

"Professor, they're here," Tongus's assistant and student reminded him at his side.

The leaders of the biomedical teams from twenty-one countries entered the conference room one after another. Their faces carried exhaustion beneath traces of excitement as they took their seats.

There was also one special person.

Ciri strode in briskly and decisively. Her jet-black hair was tied into a large bun behind her head, with several strands hanging down over her fair, slender neck.

As always, she regarded everyone present with contempt, as though no one existed. She went straight to a seat across from Tongus, crossed her arms over the curves outlined by her gray sweater, and repeatedly tapped her arm with the pale index finger of her right hand. Her cold, beautiful face was filled with impatience.

A bunch of people who were not even her equal combined—she truly did not know why they held meetings so often.

Actually, no one had informed Ciri about this meeting. But she knew that even if she could force the biomedical team to produce results, it was still best to know their next plan.

So, even though nobody had notified her, Ciri had forced her way into this meeting through sheer strength.

"Old man, if you have something to say, hurry up and say it." Ciri was exceedingly impatient the moment she sat down. Being forced to attend this sort of meeting truly irritated her.

Tongus glanced at Ciri. At that moment, he had no thoughts about her at all, only the desire to complete his task.

His gaze then swept across several biomedical team leaders who wore smiles on their faces while secretly dissatisfied with his leadership, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Knock, knock.

Tongus tapped the brown tabletop twice, producing a dull sound from the solid wood. Once everyone's attention had turned to him, he lightly rubbed the white document in his hands and said in a deep voice, "I assume you have all received the assignments issued by the countries behind you."

The atmosphere immediately turned serious and solemn, and everyone instinctively straightened their backs.

Those who had been waiting to see Tongus embarrass himself, dissatisfied that he had become the person in charge, instantly lost that inclination. Their expressions became solemn and professional.

Only Ciri was utterly confused. She did not belong to the United States biomedical team led by Tongus. She had forced her way into the team as a doctor at Anchorage Base, an expert in biological research, a tool. Naturally, she knew nothing about any assignments sent down from "above."

That was also why Ciri had come to this meeting.

"Within one hour, we must discuss and determine a specific plan for dismembering the alien's body," Tongus said in a deep voice.

It was as if Ciri had heard some bizarre, absurd legend step into reality. Her eyes flashed with disbelief.

That was the foundation for an endless lifespan, yet those people above were actually willing to kill it?

A surge of fury erupted from Ciri's heart. Her racing blood carried that rage through every Blood Vessel in her body, and her entire body seemed to ignite with anger.

Veins bulged viciously from her elegant, swan-like neck. In an instant, her coldly beautiful face seemed so red that blood might spill from it, while her pupils protruded in terrifying fury.

Bang!

Ciri slammed both hands onto the table, reddening and swelling her palms as she sprang to her feet. Her voice tore through the room in a shrill scream.

"I disagree!!"

Her gaze was terrifying. The contempt and life-disregarding savagery in her eyes made her more frightening than a crazed lioness. Strands of hair had fallen from her bun, making her blood-red face appear twisted and deranged.

Everyone in the meeting was startled. The two people closest to Ciri felt their scalps prickle and hurriedly moved away. Ciri was simply too frightening.

Tongus's face twitched, his neck stiffened, and he suddenly recalled something very unpleasant. The humiliation of having Ciri smash a folding chair into his face surfaced in his mind.

"This is a joint decision by all nations..."

That deeply buried humiliating memory resurfaced. As Tongus spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the chair beside him. Why was it a folding chair again?!

Even his heartbeat began to accelerate.

"You dare suggest something like this? I'll kill you!"

Ciri was as savage as a tyrannosaur. She grabbed the folding chair behind her and swung it straight down at Tongus's head.

Tongus had already been terrified by the time Ciri spoke. He hurriedly ducked beneath the table, and his hair could even feel the force of the chair she threw. His heart pounded wildly—he had nearly been smashed in the head.

Ciri grabbed another folding chair and caught up to Tongus's position in two or three strides. Seeing Tongus trying to crawl beneath the table to escape, she raised the chair and slammed it down on his butt, making Tongus scream miserably.

The people around them were dumbfounded. None of them had expected Ciri to explode like this.

By the time Tongus had been struck twice and crawled under the table, they saw the veins bulging from Ciri's proudly raised neck, the savage gleam beneath her disheveled hair, and her flushed face as she fiercely tried to overturn the three-hundred-pound table.

"Stop her! Ciri has gone mad!" Tongus's student finally reacted, shouting as he rushed over to stop Ciri.

Everyone came to their senses and hurriedly restrained the furiously enraged Ciri with all hands. They called the soldiers outside, completely subduing Ciri. Only then did Tongus crawl out from beneath the table in embarrassment, enduring the pain in his butt.

"Tongus, you dare suggest something like this? I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!"

Held by the soldiers, Ciri fixed Tongus with a savage glare and let out a desperate roar. Even as the soldiers dragged her out, she kept screaming that she would take revenge on Tongus.

Tongus breathed heavily, his heart still pounding.

The soldiers threw Ciri outside the door. Her long legs in black stockings fell together to the floor, sweat covering her face while loose strands of hair stuck to her still-flushed cheeks. Her chest rose and fell without pause, and her eyes remained filled with vicious fury.

She also knew that once all the countries had decided to dismember the alien, it was no longer something she could change.

But she was still furious—furious to the point of madness. Tongus had used the Cell Enhancement Nutrient Solution she created to make his report, and the result was this plan to dismember the alien. Ciri was so angry that she wanted to kill someone.

To preserve the alien, she had taken out the enhancement solution she had spent her life researching, combined it with the alien's cells, and developed the Cell Enhancement Nutrient Solution.

Those rotten old men wanted to cling to power until the day they died. She had thought she could keep the alien alive, but instead, things had rapidly accelerated in the opposite direction.

Seven years ago, she should have created a genetic bomb to wipe out the Tongus family bloodline and dropped it directly into the Cambridge City Reservoir. It would have been better to eradicate the whole Tongus family, so they would not be making her burn with rage now.

Ciri thought wildly. After calming down for a while, she bared her teeth and pressed her swollen palms. There were cuts of unknown origin between her slender, pale fingers, with a little blood seeping out. She straightened herself, adjusted her long legs in black stockings, and shakily rose to her feet.

A vicious glint passed through her eyes as she looked at the conference room door. She raised a hand, intending to tuck the strands of hair sticking to her face back into her bun. Her gaze swept over her swollen palm and the blood between her fingers. She shook her hand, ignored her hair, turned around, and left.

She went directly to the treatment room. Seeing He-El lying on the steel operating table, she suddenly lost all her forcefulness, her eyes filled with deep helplessness and regret.

Ciri hooked a round stool over with her calf and sat beside He-El's head, quietly watching him.

"Were you actually awake long ago?"

Ciri gazed at He-El's profile with profound longing and incomparable attachment.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't save you."

"What a perfect body... You are a creation bestowed by heaven!"

"Whether you are a demon or an angel, it doesn't matter!"

"This world is too terrible, while you are so perfect."

"You are so perfect. If I became yours, no one would dare set their sights on me. I could laugh without restraint, kill those malicious gazes, and gain freedom beneath your feet."

"I am so useful, and you are so powerful. We should be a match made in heaven."

Ciri's slender fingers, stained with blood, lightly traced across He-El's chest. In a tone tinged with Despair, she spoke of wanting to escape the prison of this despairing society.

Her fingertips gently touched He-El's shoulder, then his neck, before sliding up to his cheek as she murmured about her unwilling Desire.

No one knew how much time passed.

"You were born to rule the world."

"And I can be at your feet."

Ciri wearily closed her eyes, brought the tip of her nose to He-El's neck, rested against it, and deeply inhaled his scent.

"Soldiers, pull her away! That pervert Ciri is licking the test subject!"

Tongus and the others, having already discussed a dismemberment plan, arrived with numerous biomedical experts. Seeing Ciri engaged in such perverse behavior, they hurriedly called for the soldiers.

Tongus's heart pounded in terror.

Every part of the alien test subject had already been "reserved" by the various countries.

If even a tiny bit were damaged or went missing, he would not be able to bear the consequences.

"Take her to solitary confinement!" Tongus shouted angrily. "How dare you do such perverse things!"

"Is that so? Let me go! I can be even more perverse!"

Ciri screamed like a madwoman, having lost all reason. Supported by two strong soldiers, she struggled desperately, her face full of unwillingness as she looked at He-El with pain and hatred. Her gaze gradually moved farther and farther away until they turned a corner, and she could no longer see He-El. Then she was dragged away to solitary confinement.