The Ordinary Person Desires to Become a Roc

Haotian brought Meihui to her family's basement. It had never seemed so mysterious to her before.

He pushed open the wooden door and lit an oil lamp. In the dim, yellow light, the basement's environment gradually came into focus.

Various tools were arranged around the room. Some looked like ancient ninja tools, while others resembled modern scientific equipment.

Meihui couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

"This place is very suitable for experiments," Haotian muttered to himself, his voice echoing eerily in the basement.

He turned to look at Meihui, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "An experiment to make you stronger..."

Although Meihui felt uneasy, her resolve did not waver.

She slowly walked to the laboratory bench and sat in the designated spot.

Haotian took out some tools and began his preparations.

"Relax, I'll be as gentle as possible," Haotian's tone was calm and professional, but the curious glint in his eyes made Meihui feel a flicker of unease.

Haotian skillfully secured Meihui's arm to the experimental table and then wiped her skin with disinfectant.

He picked up a thin needle and gently inserted it into Meihui's arm.

Meihui felt a slight prick, but she endured it without making a sound.

Blood slowly flowed into a small test tube. Haotian observed it carefully, his expression gradually becoming serious.

He placed the test tube under a microscope, adjusted the focus a few times, and began to observe closely.

Meihui sat quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on Haotian.

Her heart pounded, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She knew the outcome of this experiment would determine her future.

"Meihui, the cells in your body..." Haotian's voice was low and grave, his brow furrowed.

Meihui's heart raced, but she remained outwardly calm.

She parted her lips slightly and asked softly, "What is it?"

Haotian looked up, his gaze meeting Meihui's. His lips twitched slightly, but he hesitated to speak.

The atmosphere in the basement became oppressive. Only the faint light of the oil lamp flickered, making everything seem mysterious and unfathomable.

"It seems your body is more than just about pursuing strength," Haotian finally spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty and excitement.

Haotian's fingertip lightly touched the microscope lens. Reflected on it was the microscopic view of Meihui's cells, like countless wriggling worms, greedily devouring everything around them.

The cells proliferated at an astonishing rate, yet each cell's lifespan was incredibly short, as if catalyzed to the extreme by some force and then rapidly discarded.

Even more disturbing was that among these frenzied cells, Haotian clearly saw signs of cancerous growth, like tiny tumors silently developing within Meihui's body.

"Meihui, your cells... the situation is very bad," Haotian's voice carried a hint of serious helplessness. He slowly lowered the microscope, looking at Meihui with a complex expression.

The dim lamplight cast shadows on his face, making his expression more inscrutable.

Meihui's heart plummeted, as if falling into an icy abyss.

She tried to remain calm, but her slightly trembling hands betrayed her inner anxiety.

She gritted her teeth and asked in a hoarse voice, "What exactly... is going on?"

Haotian took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts.

"Your cells proliferate far beyond normal, but their lifespan is short, and... cancerous changes have already appeared." He paused, his tone growing heavier. "It's like a double-edged sword; as your strength grows rapidly, your body is also being eroded."

Meihui's face turned pale, but she still didn't back down. She clenched her fists tightly, a look of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

"Then... what should I do?"

Haotian remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

He walked up to Meihui and extended a hand, a soft glow emanating from his palm.

"I'll try to stimulate your cells with my Chakra."

A warm and powerful energy surged into Meihui's body. This energy acted like a catalyst, instantly activating the cancerous cells within her.

The view under the microscope became even more terrifying. The cells seemed to have gained some kind of power, proliferating even more wildly, like countless bloodthirsty demons devouring everything around them.

Haotian abruptly withdrew his hand, his face becoming extremely solemn.

"As expected, your body reacts strongly to my Chakra, and the activity of the cancerous cells has been greatly enhanced," he sighed.

The basement fell silent again, the air seemingly frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

Meihui's breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving violently as if she were facing a difficult choice.

Every word Haotian spoke was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart.

Power or life, how should she choose?

A moment later, Meihui looked up. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately swallowed the words back. She simply stared at Haotian.