Abstract-Type Boss

The sky was gloomy, but not dark like a radiation cloud layer. Instead, it was an overcast white. With a high enough mental attribute, one could even see the scenery beyond the sky, though it was extremely blurry.

Everywhere in the city were aberrants of all types: psychic, physical, energy-based, and mutated.

They ranged from the lowest-level test subjects to the highest-level Saint-grade aberrants. Almost every type was present.

Looking around, there were probably hundreds of thousands of them.

They ran around like beasts, fighting, killing, and evolving. Those that failed to evolve would revive and continue the process.

The air was filled with a complex and distorted biological magnetic field. This showed that behind the "slaughter," they were also fusing and splicing genes.

Everyone stared at the scene in shock before turning their eyes toward "Little Woman No. 2."

"Is that your sister?"

Apparently hearing everyone else's thoughts, "Little Woman No. 2" rarely rolled her eyes.

"A brain in a vat isn't inherited through bloodlines. What does it have to do with me?"

Just as she said, a "brain in a vat," as an experimental product, could not be mass-produced. It was a low-probability existence that could only emerge after tens of millions of experiments.

Such an existence was extremely dangerous, but also very weak in its early stages. It could easily be killed.

But once it spread to a certain extent, it would be like cancer cells, impossible to eradicate completely.

"One 'brain in a vat' was transformed into a corporate will—or perhaps it devoured the corporate will?"

For a moment, everyone present imagined all sorts of stories. There were tragic test subjects forcibly merged into a collective consciousness by evil biologists, as well as weak test subjects who endured humiliation before striking back and successfully rising to