Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle

On the screen, a seemingly ordinary stone was emitting a soft, faint glow.

"According to tests, this item possesses a large amount of gathered energy, the specific amount of which cannot yet be estimated."

"Furthermore, it has been discovered that it can be utilized and guided."

"It appears to have a strengthening and infectious effect on the human body's genes."

"Juxia Laboratory No. 1 requests approval for human experimentation."

Han Fei looked at the report above, contemplating carefully.

"Approved. Arrange for the death row inmates that were previously negotiated from Jun to be used."

"Funding will be initiated. 'From novel group: 9:8.0:2?0,5:8,5.6, additional funds will also be allocated. Inform Laboratory No. 1 that I expect to see some results within three months, otherwise, everyone will be demoted."

"Yes."

"Message sent."

"Black Star, increase the surveillance level for everyone at Laboratory No. 1."

"Yes."

Han Fei looked at the stone, lost in thought.

"Light-Shadow Stone, which one could it be?"

Chapter 12: Research Success of Longevity Cookware and Gene Potions

Han Fei nodded, watching Black Star continue to issue various commands.

He felt a bit fortunate to have recruited this AI, otherwise, developing to this extent would have been very difficult.

"By the way, Black Star, who are you?"

Night.

Returning home, Han Fei smelled a rich aroma.

He remembered the powerful cookware he had retrieved during his usual scavenging a few days ago. Thinking of its origin, his heart tingled with curiosity, wondering what the taste would be like if made with it, and if it could shine when his culinary skills improved.

"Aunt Wu, what have you made today?"

Han Fei rubbed his hands and sat down in his chair.

"Haha, you'll be satisfied with today's meal."

Aunt Wu was a middle-aged woman in her forties. Because she was a renowned chef, Han Fei had poached her with a high salary.

And her culinary skills were indeed excellent. Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Crab Roe Dumplings, Hollow Glazed Lotus Root, Peony Fish Fillets...

She could prepare all sorts of exquisite dishes.

Combined with that cookware, Han Fei's anticipation grew.

"Here, I made this using that treasure you brought back called the Dragon Turning Pot. It only took a moment, and the taste is even better than what I make myself. It's simply incredible."

Saying that, she lifted the lid.

A faint, dim light flashed amidst the rising steam, barely noticeable in the brightly lit room.

Only Han Fei, who was watching intently, saw it.

"It's glowing, the Eight Great Cookware, Longevity..."

The thought flashed and vanished.

His attention returned to the food.

The white mist dispersed.

What greeted his eyes was a large porcelain plate of... water?

Clear and bright, it was undeniably water. But Han Fei's throat involuntarily swallowed.

He took a small bowl and scooped some.

The taste was indescribable; only the word "delicious" remained in his mind.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

One bowl, two bowls...

Even the usually disciplined bodyguards beside him couldn't help but glance over.

Aunt Wu continued to explain with pride.

"This soup is called Formless Divine Soup. It requires stewing chicken soup inside a pig's stomach, then stewing fish soup inside the chicken's stomach, and finally stewing pigeon soup inside the fish's stomach. Three layers, nested within each other, without damaging their internal structures, to complete it perfectly."

"Here, don't just drink the soup. We also have porridge and dry rations. These dry rations are Nanliang Biscuits..."

"..."

After a long while.

"Ah~"

"A delicacy of the mortal world."

Han Fei lay lazily on the sofa, patting his belly with a look of utter contentment.

Even he, whose appetite had greatly increased after practicing Eight Extremes Heaven, was stuffed. One could only imagine how much he had eaten.

"Aunt Wu, your bonus this month will be doubled."

Han Fei smiled as he watched Aunt Wu leave joyfully.

This was the life he wanted.

Enjoyment, without a care in the world.

All that was missing was a beautiful, virtuous wife who would cater to his every whim and massage his legs.

For these things, he still needed to continue working hard.

"Master."

Black Star's image appeared on the television screen.

"Speak."

"The alternative version of the Gene Enhancement Potion has been successfully produced."

"!!!"

Han Fei immediately jumped up.

"Increase security level, prevent anyone from leaking this, no entry or exit. Driver, bring the car over."

"All protective measures have been ordered upon confirmation."

"...Alright."

Han Fei quickly got into the car and soon arrived at a textile factory basement on the outskirts.

"Hello, Boss."

"Hello, Boss."

Greeting after greeting.

They entered the inner area.

The security here was even tighter. Every few steps, there was a heavily armed guard.

One had to know that in a country where guns were banned, being able to do this was entirely due to cooperation with the military, holding something the other party couldn't refuse, plus vast sums of money. Otherwise, with just these people, what terrorist organization would you be?

The next second, the army would march in and flatten you.

But that was about it. Han Fei had basically placed the most elite forces in this Laboratory No. 1. The other laboratories did not have such strength.

Walking through white corridors that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Han Fei arrived at a large door.

Iris scan, fingerprint scan, password verification...

After several procedures, this mechanical door finally opened.

It slowly swung open.

"The double helix model of genes..."

"Our instruments detected that those..."

"The death row inmates can be temporarily halted..."

"..."

Inside were researchers coming and going.

Apart from a few big names who were lured over with a large sum of money, the rest were students serving as assistants.

As Han Fei entered, he saw a white-haired old man walking towards him.

Don't ask why he didn't hire people with yellow skin. The main reason was strict regulations, and they couldn't implement some harsh management methods, such as house arrest, house arrest, house arrest, and so on...

"Oh, my dear Boss, you've finally arrived! You have no idea what great work we've just accomplished. I dare say this is encroaching on God's domain. We might achieve evolution, or we might be punished by God, but what it brings now is absolutely unparalleled shock."

"Professor Smith, can you elaborate?"

Han Fei suppressed his urgency and asked seriously.

Professor Smith looked at Han Fei and began, "According to the potion you gave me before, oh, I must mention, that potion was truly magical. It..."

He glanced at Han Fei's grim expression and felt it was better not to provoke him.

"We previously detected that it could effectively strengthen human genes and unleash human potential. Depending on different physiques, it had different strengthening effects and could even extend lifespan."

"We wanted to replicate it. I told you before, Boss, it was very difficult. But among the things you provided during this period, there was a plant that could replace a part of its medicinal effect, which allowed us to successfully research it."

"It's just that..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know if I should say it was weakened or strengthened."

"After the substitution, it remained stable, but its effects were weakened by 46%. In contrast, there's a possibility of gaining special abilities after consumption, though they aren't exactly 'special abilities'."

"Special abilities?"

Han Fei's eyes lit up.

Could this potion reach the level of a Generation One Super Soldier?

But he immediately dismissed the thought. If it could truly compare, the room he built wouldn't have been able to stop it.

"Uh, they should be considered special abilities, but they're all quite weak. Mainly, they enhance certain human senses or muscles beyond normal limits."

Smith led Han Fei forward.

They arrived at a somewhat gloomy place.

Prison cells, one after another, held person after person.

They continued to the deepest part.

"Look, these few are the test subjects who developed special abilities."

In one cell, a seemingly refined middle-aged man sat in the corner, staring at the ceiling.

Han Fei, not understanding, looked at Smith.

Smith smiled slightly.

"Number One, what's here?"

The middle-aged man moved, his voice decaying.

"A fly with eight main veins."