"Is there something wrong with the Gene Bank?
Isn't Silver Turbidity just the process of reading the Ancient Gene and performing the relevant matching? Since there's no time limit, I thought I'd record every gene fragment I could come into contact with. That way, I could choose the fragments most suitable for me, couldn't I?"
William's retort left the personnel present unable to refute him.
Nothing like this had ever happened before.
Before William, every Sick One who went to the gland district for Silver Turbidity had only carried out a simple "gene search." Once they found a suitable gene fragment, they would proceed to the next step: grafting.
No one had ever been like William. And it was practically impossible for anyone to manually copy down an entire Gene Bank the way he had.
"Although there's nothing wrong with what you did, it could lead to the leakage of the 'Ancient Gene Bank.'
"Once it leaked, it would adversely affect the evolution of the entire Old World. You might even be classified as a dangerous individual by the Monastery and subjected to the highest level of arrest."
William, however, showed no reaction. Instead, he leisurely draped his arm over the edge of the pool and turned his head.
"Then what are you planning to do?"
"There are currently two solutions.
"The first, and also the safest, is to have the Milkers insert their 'ball hands' into your brain after you complete Silver Turbidity and completely erase the relevant memories of the Gene Bank.
"The second requires you to sign a Soul Contract with us, ensuring that you won't leak any information about the Gene Bank to anyone.
"We recommend the first option, because the second would put us in a very passive and dangerous position. If you encountered a