Supernatural: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle Chapter 11

On the screen, a seemingly ordinary stone was emitting a soft, faint glow.

"According to detection, this item possesses a large amount of concentrated energy. The specific energy level cannot yet be estimated."

"Furthermore, it has been discovered that it can be utilized and guided."

"It appears to have a strengthening and infectious effect on human genes."

"Giant Gorge Lab One requests permission for human experimentation."

Han Fei looked at the report above, pondering carefully.

"Approved. Arrange all the death row inmates we negotiated from Jun."

"Funding begins. Also, provide additional funding. Inform Lab One that I expect to see some results within three months, otherwise, everyone will be demoted."

"Yes."

"Message sent."

"Black Star, increase the surveillance level on everyone in Lab One."

"Yes."

Han Fei stared at the stone, lost in thought.

"Light Shadow Stone, which one could it be?"

Chapter 12: Successful Research on Longevity Cookware and Gene Potions

Watching Black Star continue to issue various commands, Han Fei nodded.

He felt a bit fortunate that he had managed to acquire this AI, otherwise, developing to this extent would likely have been very difficult.

"By the way, Black Star, who are you?"

Night.

Returning home, Han Fei smelled a rich aroma.

He remembered the powerful piece of cookware he had retrieved during his usual salvage a few days prior. Thinking about its origin made him a little curious, wondering how the food made with it would taste, and if it could glow when his culinary skills improved.

"Aunt Wu, what did you make today?"

Han Fei sat down, rubbing his hands together.

"Haha, you'll be satisfied with today's meal."

Aunt Wu was a middle-aged woman in her forties. Because she was a renowned chef, Han Fei had poached her with a high salary.

Her culinary skills were indeed excellent. Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Hibiscus Crab Roe, Hollow Glazed Jade, Peony Fish Fillets...

She could prepare all sorts of exquisite dishes.

Coupled with that cookware, Han Fei's anticipation grew.

"Here, this is what I made using that treasure you brought back, the Dragon Turning Pot. It only took an instant, and the taste is even better than what I make myself. It's simply incredible."

As she spoke, she lifted the lid.

A faint, dim light flashed amidst the rising steam, barely noticeable in the brightly lit room.

Only Han Fei, who had been watching intently, saw it.

"It's glowing, the Eight Longevity Cookware..."

The thought flashed and vanished.

His attention returned to the food.

The white mist dispersed.

What met his eyes was a large porcelain bowl of... water?

It was clear and bright, undeniably water. But Han Fei's throat couldn't help but swallow involuntarily.

He took a small bowl and scooped some up.

The taste was indescribable; the only word that came to his mind was "delicious."

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

One bowl, two bowls...

Even the usually disciplined bodyguard beside him couldn't help but glance over.

Aunt Wu continued her proud explanation.

"This soup is called Formless Divine Soup. It requires stewing chicken soup inside a pig's stomach, then fish soup inside the chicken's stomach, and finally pigeon soup inside the fish's stomach. It's a three-layer nesting, and you must not damage the inner layers to successfully prepare it."

"Here, don't just drink the soup. We also have porridge and dry rations. These dry rations are Nanliang Cakes..."

"..."

After a long while.

"Ahhh~"

"A delicacy from the mortal world."

Han Fei lay lazily on the sofa, patting his stomach with a look of utter contentment.

Even he, whose appetite had greatly increased after practicing the Eight Extremes Heaven, was stuffed. One could only imagine how much he had eaten.

"Auntie Wu, your bonus this month is doubled."

Han Fei smiled as he watched Auntie Wu leave joyfully.

This was the life he wanted.

Enjoyment, without a care in the world.

All that was missing was a beautiful and virtuous wife who would cater to his every whim and massage his legs.

For these things, he still needed to work harder.

"Master."

A screen appeared on the TV, showing Black Star.

"? Speak."

"A substitute version of the gene enhancement serum has been successfully produced."

"!!!"

Han Fei immediately rolled up.

"Increase security level, prevent anyone from leaking, no entry without permission, driver, bring the car over."

"All protective measures were issued upon confirmation."

"...Okay."

Han Fei quickly got into the car and soon arrived at an underground textile factory on the outskirts.

"Hello, boss."

"Hello, boss."

Greetings echoed one after another.

Entering the interior.

The defenses here were even tighter. After a few steps, there was a guard armed with live ammunition.

It was important to note that in a gun-prohibited country, being able to do this was entirely due to cooperation with the military, holding something the other party couldn't refuse, and immense capital. Otherwise, with just these resources? What terrorist organization are you?

The next second, a large army would march in and flatten you.

But that was about it. Han Fei had basically placed his most elite forces in this Number One laboratory. Other laboratories did not have such power.

Walking through white corridors that resembled something out of a science fiction movie.

Han Fei arrived at a large door.

Iris scan, fingerprint verification, password verification...

After several procedures, this mechanical door finally opened.

Click.

It slowly opened.

"The double helix model of genes..."

"Our instruments detected that those..."

"The death row inmates can be temporarily halted..."

"..."

Inside were researchers coming and going.

Apart from a few big names who were poached with a large sum of money, the rest were students, serving as assistants.

As soon as Han Fei entered, he saw a white-haired old man walking towards him.

Don't ask why he didn't hire people with yellow skin; the main reason was strict regulations, and they couldn't implement some stringent management methods, such as house arrest, house arrest, house arrest, and so on...

"Oh, my dear boss, you've finally arrived. You don't know what great feat we've just accomplished. I dare say, this is encroaching on God's domain. We might achieve evolution, or we might be punished by God, but it now brings an unparalleled shock."

"Professor Smith, can you elaborate?"

Han Fei suppressed his urgency and asked seriously.

Professor Smith looked at Han Fei and began, "According to the serum you gave me earlier, oh, I must say, that bottle of serum was truly magical. It..."

Seeing Han Fei's displeased expression, the old man felt it was better not to provoke him.

"It was previously detected that it could effectively enhance human genes, release human potential, and depending on an individual's constitution, it had different enhancement effects, even extending lifespan."

"We wanted to replicate it. I told you back then, boss, that it was very difficult. But during this period, one of the plants you provided happened to be able to substitute for part of its medicinal effect, which allowed us to successfully research it."

"It's just that..."

"Just that?"

"I don't know whether to say it's been weakened or strengthened."

"After the substitution, it remained very stable, but its effect was weakened by 46%. In contrast, there's a possibility of developing abilities after consumption. Well, they aren't exactly abilities."

"Abilities?"

Han Fei's eyes lit up.

Could this potion reach the level of a first-generation super-soldier?

But he immediately dismissed the thought. If it could truly compare, the room he had built wouldn't be able to stop it.

"Uh, they should be considered abilities, but they're all quite weak. Mainly, they involve human senses or muscles exceeding normal human limits."

Professor Smith led Han Fei forward.

They arrived at a rather gloomy place.

In one cell after another, people were confined.

They reached the deepest part.

"Look, these are the test subjects who developed abilities."

In one cell, a seemingly refined middle-aged man sat in a corner, staring at the ceiling.

Han Fei looked at Professor Smith, confused.

Professor Smith smiled slightly.

"Number One, what's here?"

The middle-aged man moved, his voice sounding decayed.

"A fly with eight main veins."