"Stop, or don't blame me for calling the police."
Susan took out her phone and threatened them. Her words enraged the Tattooed Men, who surrounded her menacingly. Susan jumped in fright and instinctively backed away. At that moment, a tall figure appeared in front of her.
"Get lost."
Wang Nanxuan shouted. The Tattooed Men were suddenly filled with terror and turned to flee in panic. One of them was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a bang.
Susan blinked. The Boss's presence was way too intimidating, wasn't it? Then again, standing beside the Boss really did make her feel safe.
Seeing the Tattooed Men run away, the two homeless men breathed sighs of relief. They climbed to their feet, bowed gratefully to Wang Nanxuan and Susan, then ran into the dark alley nearby.
Susan sighed. "Mutants are pitiful, but these Mutants whose Evolution failed are even more pitiful."
Wang Nanxuan asked in surprise, "Mutants whose Evolution failed?"
"Yes. Not every Mutant can awaken successfully. About twenty percent of Mutants fail to Evolve, leaving them with serious defects and weak abilities. Like those two just now, their official scientific designation is Epsilon-class Mutants."
Susan nodded and said, "In recent years, life has become harder and harder for Mutants. Other Mutants can at least hide themselves, but these Mutants whose Evolution failed have it terrible. Many are driven out of their homes, lose their jobs, and become homeless."
Remembering something, Susan explained, "I once researched mutant genes, so I know a little more about this."
"Twenty percent of Mutants fail to Evolve?"
Wang Nanxuan's eyes lit up. Whose souls were the easiest to deceive? Ahem, the easiest to make Contracts with, naturally, were those without hope. And those failed Mutants had no hope at all.
I remember there's a Mutant who can disable the X-Gene. Ah, right, I happen to have a mutant expert in my Hell.
Wang Nanxuan thought to himself. Those failed Mutants would definitely be willing to trade their souls after death for a return to normal. When that time came, he might count souls until his hands cramped.
There were certainly no shortage of Mutants in this world.
Rebirth Hell.
In just over half a month, Rebirth Hell had changed completely. Factories rose one after another, while large numbers of Demon-Men corroded by Demonic Energy worked overtime under the direction of a Dwarf to construct more factories.
These included a Robot manufacturing plant, a large steel mill powered by a volcano, and various parts factories. Clearly, Wang Nanxuan intended to manufacture Robots.
The greatest reason the factories had risen so quickly was Wang Nanxuan himself. He possessed control over this Hell, so constructing factories was effortless. However, he could not produce all kinds of precision instruments himself. They had to be purchased from Earth or personally manufactured by the Dwarf and his people.
"Too few workers. The efficiency is too low."
Wang Nanxuan, in the Demon King's Body, shook his head. Rebirth Hell currently had only a few hundred Demon-Men, whom he had acquired from Las Vegas. That was far from enough.
"Boss, you wanted to see me?"
The Dwarf in Ghost form floated before Wang Nanxuan and asked respectfully. His name was Bolivar Trask, and he was a scientist. He believed Mutants would replace humanity in the future, so he developed Sentinel Robots to exterminate Mutants.
To ensure his research succeeded, the Dwarf had experimented on Mutants. After Mystique Raven learned of it, she shot and killed him at a conference.
Trask had made a deal with Mephisto while alive, so Mephisto collected his soul after his death. It had now fallen into Wang Nanxuan's hands.
Wang Nanxuan asked, "I want to know whether you have a way to Separate the X-Gene from a Mutant's body."
"Mutants?"
Trask's eyes lit up. Now this was a topic that could keep him awake. He said, "Boss, Separating the X-Gene is very difficult. It isn't a foreign object. The best method is to kill all Mutants, leaving none alive."
Wang Nanxuan was speechless. He asked, "Do you hate Mutants that much?"
Trask said righteously, "No. Everything I did was to prevent humanity from being replaced by Mutants."
"That's disgusting."
Wang Nanxuan snorted and said, "There's a Mutant named Leech. He can erase the abilities of nearby Mutants, though it isn't permanent. Once they leave his side, their abilities return. If I give you his blood, can you research a method to completely eliminate the X-Gene?"
Leech was the little boy from X-Men 3. Worthington Industries used his blood to develop the Mutant Cure, but it was only temporarily effective—America had never even tested the cure beforehand. Of course, for them, that was standard practice.
Worthington Industries probably had not developed the cure yet. Of course, even if it had, Wang Nanxuan would not use a temporary drug to deceive souls. He was not as unscrupulous as Mephisto.
"There's a Mutant like that?"
Trask's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Completely eliminating it permanently is unlikely. However, I can design an Inhibitor Device. Worn on the body, it would suppress the X-Gene and turn Mutants back into normal people."
Wang Nanxuan stroked his chin and asked, "An Inhibitor Device? Do you think those Mutants whose Evolution failed, who live in unbearable misery, would be willing to trade their souls after death for one?"
Only then did Trask understand Wang Nanxuan's plan. He said, "Quite a few people would probably be willing. Uh, trading high technology for human souls... why does that feel so strange?"
"Because the whole vibe is off."
Wang Nanxuan quipped. He said, "The Inhibitor Device has too many issues. More importantly, someone else might crack it. We can't exactly file for a patent."
"We can use Chips instead of Inhibitor Devices, but it will take quite some time."
Trask said, "Boss, perhaps you should consider using magic to solve this."
"I can use a Curse to make them lose their mutant abilities, but releasing a permanent Curse on a large scale is difficult even for me."
As he said this, Wang Nanxuan suddenly had an idea. "Wait. If I have a special medium, my consumption will be greatly reduced."
Trask asked, "A special medium?"
"Yes. Trask, can you extract the factor in Leech's blood that disables mutant abilities, then Replicate it in large quantities? Those factors can serve as my medium."
Wang Nanxuan said excitedly, "Using those factors to cast a Curse would make it easy to suppress a Mutant's X-Gene."
"No problem, but I'll need some time and the appropriate equipment."
Trask answered confidently. Though he came from an earlier era, his intellect had not become outdated.
Decades ago, Trask had developed a portable device that could identify Mutants. After his death, that technology was lost entirely. Even now, those scientists had failed to Replicate it.
"Very good. I'll have someone obtain Leech's blood and the equipment. Start the research as soon as possible. Using Curses to trade for souls—now the whole vibe is normal again."
Wang Nanxuan smiled. The path of combining technology and magic seemed very promising. In fact, Asgard followed this very route.
I have quite a few Hell Runes in my possession. I should study them properly. They can also increase my strength.