The "Astartes Monk technology" of the 'False Emperor God-Emperor dried bacon' still required implanting a "Gene-Seed" and undergoing nineteen surgeries before it could be completed. Meng Yi's recently developed "Longevity Gene Series" was even less something that could be accomplished overnight.
Each time he completed the Gene Modification for one model, his Body Strength would increase appropriately. His body would also become more compatible with the technologies extended from it, reducing the severe backlash caused during Gene Modification.
Without the groundwork laid by "Longevity Type 1," skipping the supplementation of "Longevity Type 2" and directly undergoing "Longevity Type 3: Virus Progenitor" modification would not be strengthening himself. It would be finding a new way to commit suicide.
How could a normal human body withstand the scourge of a "viral hodgepodge"?
"I shall drink deadly poison, Complete Shortcomings, and wait quietly for the withered fruit to fill the branches."
With a sigh, Meng Yi lay flat on the operating table where Wesker and Alex had been placed. He connected himself to an external nutrient supply device, then calmly injected "Longevity Gene Type 2: Ouroboros" into his veins.
Since he could not use anesthesia to escape the pain, Meng Yi needed to continuously activate Psionic Power and use the Microcosm Domain to interfere with his cells at the cellular level. This would accelerate the fusion of "Longevity Type 2" and prevent problems that might arise during the process.
After all, his initial technology was far less stable than the Human Galactic Empire's "Astartes Monk technology." There could not be the slightest error in the Gene Modification process. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Did it hurt when every cell in his body was torn apart? Of course it did.
The twelfth level of pain in the field of human medical science was, at most, a negligible breeze brushing across his face compared with what Meng Yi was experiencing now.
A fine sword was forged through constant honing, and plum blossoms gained their fragrance through bitter cold.
Once he grew used to it, it no longer mattered. Instead, it could become a whetstone for tempering his will.
Gain power in comfort?
Dream on. How could such a wonderful thing exist in this world?
With "Longevity Gene Type 1" as its foundation, the modification of "Longevity Gene Type 2" proceeded smoothly, just as Meng Yi had anticipated.
The first time was unfamiliar; the second time, familiar.
The "Longevity Gene Series," which was 100% compatible with Meng Yi's unique constitution, required far less time for the "Type 2" modification than the "Type 1" modification.
Fourteen hours later, the modification surgery entered its final phase.
His limbs and every bone in his body seemed to have grown a series of greedy mouths, rapidly absorbing the nutrients injected into his body and pushing Meng Yi's physique toward a higher level.
At fifteen hours, his F+ physique was enhanced to E-.
At seventeen hours, his E- physique was enhanced to E.
At twenty hours, his E physique was enhanced to E+, reaching the upper limit of the modifications brought by "Longevity Type 2."
His cellular telomeres lengthened, increasing his lifespan from the original two hundred years to three hundred.
The transmissibility and contaminating nature of his viral abilities increased...
Super Regeneration, Super Speed Movement (three Mach), Basic Elemental Resistance, Underwater Breathing, and other abilities were continuously constructed...
At twenty-three hours, the modification of "Longevity Type 2" ended, and his physique, which had been rapidly transforming, stabilized.
Meng Yi opened his bloodshot eyes and raised a hand to tear a piece of black blood scab from his face.
Clean himself up? Adapt to his new physique? Offer some personal remarks?
There was no need to waste time. He would have to go through another round soon anyway.
After getting up and replenishing the half-consumed nutrients in the Life Support Device, Meng Yi retrieved the original strain of "Longevity Type 3: Virus Progenitor," interwoven in black and red.
He drank the original strain in the culture dish in one gulp, then reconnected the nutrient supply tubes.
The bodily tissues beneath Meng Yi's skin began dissolving and reforming. It felt as though countless ants were scurrying madly through his body.
The intense pain, far exceeding that of the "Type 2" modification, nearly disrupted Meng Yi's microscopic interference through Psionic Power.
Clench his teeth and endure the pain?
His teeth, gums, and even his upper and lower jaws had melted away. There was no longer anything with which to clench his teeth.
His bones melted, his muscle fibers melted, his internal organs melted, his blood melted, his skin and hair melted, his eyeballs melted, his brain melted...
Meng Yi became a black-and-red "Chrysalis of Transformation."
His Psionic Power, fused with his spirit, was like a solitary lamp, stubbornly illuminating the road ahead amid the violent storm of "pain."
Even Meng Yi's fusion with the perfectly compatible "Longevity Type 3" was this difficult.
No wonder even Alex, the "protagonist" blessed by "miracles," had to truly die once.
Meng Yi circulated his Psionic Power to guide the "Chrysalis of Transformation." Dense black-and-red threads spread from its bottom, extending into every corner of the Sterile Lab and plundering every visible resource to supply the needs of his transformation.
The nutrients in the Life Support Device were completely insufficient. The threadlike veins turned into sharp blades, piercing through the alloy exterior of the gigantic nutrient tanks and violently plundering the nourishment he needed.
Thirty-two hours later, Meng Yi, whose nerves had been taut to the limit, sensed that the time was about right.
"Boom, boom, boom—!!"
The powerful beating of a heart rang out from within the "Chrysalis of Transformation," shaking the various devices in the Sterile Lab until they toppled over.
Thirty-five hours later, with the "heart" as its core, the basic skeletal framework had finished reforming.
Thirty-eight hours later, his brain, heart, lungs, and other mutated internal organs had finished reforming.
Forty-one hours later, the blood-vessel pathways connecting the various organs had finished reforming.
Forty-four hours later, his muscle fibers, skin tissues, hair, and everything else had been completed one after another.
Fifty-four hours later, after enduring a stabilization period lasting ten hours, his Spirit and Body had fused perfectly, never to be separated again.
His physique gained a new vitality through the infusion of his spirit, while his spirit became steady through the support of his physique.
His E+ Body Strength leaped straight to D++.
Meng Yi, inside the "Chrysalis of Transformation," was now capable of carrying out urban demolition work with his physique alone. High-rise buildings were as fragile before him as toys made from foam boards, and he could smash through them with nothing but his Body Strength.
His short-term burst speed reached five times the speed of sound. This was comparable to Firefly's performance during the battle against the Red Light Mother, when she was an Interstellar Civilization-modified human and a Path Strider.
Every cell stored Meng Yi's consciousness. The "Blood Rebirth" divine ability from fantasy and Xianxia novels had been recreated in him through "Cellular-Level Immortality."
The human heart, brain, throat, and other weak points no longer existed on Meng Yi's body.
The Black Light Virus series' Memory Reading, bodily weapon mutation, wall-running, and other abilities were woven together one after another.
The transmissibility and contaminating nature of his viral abilities increased further.
"Resistances" to temperatures above one hundred degrees Celsius, temperatures dozens of degrees below zero, Fallout contamination, highly toxic environments, and even brief survival in a vacuum were born.
His lifespan had now increased from three hundred years to five hundred years, comparable to the so-called "Cultivation System Golden Core Ancestor."
After sixty-seven hours, the dim, lusterless black-and-red "Chrysalis of Transformation" began to crack and creak. The "monster" gestating inside began breaking free of its prison.
"Rip—!"
A flawless arm, fairer than any woman's yet defined by clear muscle lines and brimming with explosive power, pierced through the shell of the "Chrysalis of Transformation" from within.
The black-and-red threads spread throughout the entire Sterile Lab contracted. Even the fragments of the "Chrysalis of Transformation" returned to Meng Yi's feet, outlining a black-and-red garment over his body with extremely strong defensive power.
"Hoo—"
Meng Yi opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. His breath transformed into a howling gale, ravaging the already chaotic Sterile Lab once more.
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