Others Fear, I Greed

Meng Yi left the laboratory and went to the meeting room to see the Ashford siblings, Alfred and Alexia.

There was nothing much to say. Upon meeting, he gave each of them a "Thought Seal" as a greeting gift, completing the faction assimilation of turning them into 'his own people.'

Alexia Ashford had perfectly integrated the "T-Veronica Virus," leaping up to become the so-called 'Ant Queen,' but in front of Meng Yi, who possessed C+-grade "Psionic Power," it was all meaningless.

A small fry with a comprehensive Grade E Evaluation—how could they even qualify to block his 'Strength Identifier'?

Albert Wesker and Dr. Isaacs—these two villains had also fused with biochemical virus genes. Dodging bullets with their bodies was child's play for them, and in close combat, they could beat Meng Yi until even his own parents wouldn't recognize him.

Too bad—weren't they still easily manipulated by Meng Yi's interference with their cognitive thinking?

Meng Yi wouldn't label himself as a 'compassionate' saint.

Righteous sects, crooked paths, protagonists, villains—in his eyes, they were all treated equally.

Those who could be used by him had value; those who couldn't were a waste of time to even glance at.

After interfering with the cognitive thinking of this pair of 'truly laughable' siblings, Alfred Ashford went back to where he came from—the underground Hive didn't keep idle people.

Alexia Ashford was the classic blonde, blue-eyed beauty with a slender figure.

Meng Yi didn't care about that. When did he have the leisure to play with 'fluff balls'?

Alluring charms were nothing but red skeletons in disguise; peerless grace eventually returned to a handful of yellow earth.

Beneath the skin was a pile of white bones—why be obsessed with sleeping with bones?

No self-image, no human image, no lifespan image, no sentient being image.

A seeker of the Dao had a firm will, walking the long road alone.

Meng Yi highly recognized Alexia Ashford's talent. He instructed this 'Ant Queen' and Dr. Isaacs to jointly handle the preliminary preparations for the "Ouroboros Virus," helping him save a massive amount of time.

The synthesis formula was provided.

"Ouroboros Virus" = "Progenitor Virus" + "T-Virus" + "G-Virus" + "T-Veronica Virus" + "Parasite Las Plagas."

The "Ouroboros Virus" could be called the culmination of all viruses in the Biohazard series.

Referencing Albert Wesker's final boss performance in Resident Evil 5, tentacles, blades, and superpowers came effortlessly.

Its top speed was Mach 3, it could tank several rocket launchers without dying, and in the "Evolution Paradise" evaluation, a Grade E+ was definitely unavoidable.

The only drawback was the uncontrollability of the "Ouroboros Virus."

Even someone with extraordinary talent like 'Uncle Wesker' needed regular injections of special serum; others might as well give up.

Meng Yi wasn't coveting the 'techniques' brought by the "Ouroboros Virus." He wanted to use it to draw out the "Telekinetic System" branch of his foundational "Psionic Power."

The Alicia clone, Alice, who had fused with the "T-Virus," awakening telekinesis was too mysterious.

The "T-Virus" was just a little brother compared to the "Ouroboros Virus"—why drive away the good for the bad?

After properly arranging matters related to the underground Hive in Raccoon City, Meng Yi found Luo Ji and Firefly, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

The underground Hive had ample medical resources; Luo Ji's high fever, cold, and overwork had long been cured.

Only Firefly's problem remained a complete mystery. She looked like a delicate, fragile, cracked porcelain doll.

"Brother Luo, long time no see."

Meng Yi, with his incredibly thick skin, greeted with a laugh, as if the two had never had any conflict.

"So it's Young Master Bai. I saw you were busy these past few days, so I didn't impose on you."

"What's up? Are you done with your current work?"

The mature socialite Luo Ji took the opportunity to back down, not dwelling on past matters.

"I've made some progress, but also some trouble."

Meng Yi shook his head and sighed, then shifted the topic: "Brother Luo, want a shot of my results?"

"I won't promise much, but extending your lifespan to 200 years, along with an F+-grade Human Body Limit physique, is guaranteed."

Every effect had a cause; there was no kindness without reason, and pies didn't fall from the sky. Any mentally sound adult understood that.

He had offended 'Young Master Bai' before, or rather, he had actively chosen to part ways with 'Young Master Bai.'

Even so, 'Young Master Bai' was 'setting aside past grievances' to give him a gift of enhancement. Was there really such a person who repaid evil with good?

Those who gave something always sought something in return.

Given 'Young Master Bai's' vile habit of toying with people's memories, thoughts, and personalities, Luo Ji didn't believe 'Young Master Bai' was a law-abiding, first-class citizen.

Luo Ji shook his head inwardly, his mind racing as he pondered what about him was worth 'Young Master Bai's' scheming.

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. It couldn't be that 'Young Master Bai' coveted his wife's beauty and planned to play the 'Cao thief,' could it?

What Meng Yi wanted, Luo Ji couldn't provide now—he hadn't even heard of it.

The common weapon used by intermediate civilizations to cleanse coordinates: the Light Particle, which destroyed the internal structural balance of a star, triggered a helium flash, and annihilated all matter within the solar system.

The common weapon used by advanced civilizations to cleanse coordinates: the Two-Dimensional Foil, a dimensional strike that irreversibly collapsed three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional plane, painting a space canvas.

The defensive barrier of top-tier civilizations: the 'Black Hole Wall' technology; the 'Dead Line Restart' technology of god-level civilizations.

It wasn't just the examples listed above. Meng Yi's appetite was huge—a snake swallowing an elephant wouldn't even be enough to describe it.

He wanted the entire 'tech tree' of all civilizations in the Three-Body universe, to turn it into nourishment for his own evolution.

To this end, Meng Yi had secretly instructed the artificial intelligence, Red Queen, to stealthily collect all knowledge circulating on the network.

He even traded the 'Longevity Slots' with the powerful for those buried cutting-edge knowledge.

Brute-force barbarians were not his style; he was a proper 'cultured man.'

After thinking for a long time, Luo Ji still couldn't figure it out, and could only offer an apologetic smile, politely declining the olive branch Meng Yi extended for the second time.

"Sorry, Brother Bai."

"Relying on your light, Brother Bai, to live through a month safely is already a great kindness. How could I be so presumptuous as to ask for your research results?"

"One should not accept rewards without merit. I, Luo, am truly unworthy of it. I won't waste any more of your time, Brother Bai."

Luo Ji's heart was bleeding inside. The chance to grow stronger was within arm's reach, yet he had voluntarily given it up.

Meng Yi narrowed his eyes. A man of deep cunning, his expression revealed neither joy nor anger.

"I see. Very well then. Brother Luo, 'better to rely on yourself than on others.' I, Bai, admire that, admire it..."

"The selection instance still has two and a half weeks left. I hope Brother Luo will have a different idea by then. The door to my lab is always open for you."

Once, twice, but not a third or fourth time.

If the third 'olive branch' he extended was rejected, Meng Yi would rather find another way than hang himself on Luo Ji, that stubborn mule who wouldn't listen to reason.

The top-tier sci-fi worldviews of all worlds and realms weren't limited to the Three-Body universe.

And 'cooperators' weren't limited to Luo Ji alone.

Skipping over that troublesome Luo Ji, Meng Yi turned to the silver-haired girl and said, "I need to go out for a bit. Want to come with me?"

The gluttonous girl, holding a wheel cake and nibbling like a squirrel cracking pine nuts, hastily put down her pastry, wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth without bothering to clean up properly, and stood up to salute.

"Yes, sir!"

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