Teacher, What About Me?

As for genetic bioengineering, Mimi has now more or less finished building the framework, so the editing tools in her hands can be opened up for others to use, allowing them to develop various applications and continue enriching the framework.

It was just like the Android and Apple mobile operating systems, which needed app developers to join in and create all kinds of apps.

The insidious part was that what you thought you were creating for yourself was, at the level of the underlying genetic code, actually Mimi's creation.

It obeyed only Mimi's will.

And the more enriched it became, the more every aspect of people's lives would depend on this system. Resistance would become impossible, and they would naturally be absorbed and assimilated by Mimi.

Mimi made the rules.

Perhaps someone had vaguely sensed this.

It was a situation where I knew that you knew that I knew.

Orochimaru.

The moment he returned to the village, Orochimaru buried himself in the laboratory as usual, continuing the experiments in his hands that would never be finished. Even though he had achieved immortality at a young age, Orochimaru was forever greedy.

He wanted to know more.

In a sense, he was a pure person, faithfully following his own desires.

"Teacher Orochimaru..." Nawaki, who had grown quite a bit, looked as though he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What?" Orochimaru replied coldly.

The blond girl beside him, Yakushi Nonō, was already a qualified assistant. She would have no problem independently overseeing an experimental project. All she lacked was Orochimaru's verbal acknowledgment before she could graduate.

At this moment, as his assistant, she dutifully recorded and assisted with Orochimaru's experiment.

"Teacher, what is war like?" Nawaki asked with a look of longing. What boy didn't want to become a hero?

"What a