The First Step of Promotion

"Ai... really... really..."

Looking at the transparent bucket before him and the pitifully sparse microbial colony at its bottom, Wang Qi sighed inwardly. This really is a "safe" strain.

It adapted poorly to its environment, reproduced sluggishly, and was extremely sensitive. Even the slightest change in temperature, salinity, or light could cause mass death.

If Wang Qi had not also possessed the Flame of Life, he would have long since raised these little things to death.

And now, Wang Qi finally understood why Ai Qinglan, despite possessing the Flame of Life herself, had insisted on hiring a whole crowd of people, including Mao Zimiao, to help her cultivate the microbial colonies.

Samples whose lives were forcibly sustained by the Flame of Life had no value for promotion. Without promotional value, the greatest advantage of biological computers—easy and rapid production—would vanish. Yet without the Flame of Life, these things, utterly helpless against pests and diseases and unable to adapt to the natural environment, were simply far too easy to kill.

Fortunately, Ai Qinglan had subtly mentioned the cultivation method to Wang Qi. She had told him at the time, "Don't let them touch water," but there was no reason a culture dish could not touch water. In other words, the living environment of these samples first and foremost included a large amount of moisture.

"No wonder. Senior Sister Mi and the rest count as species from another planet, right? It's only natural that they suffer from unfamiliar soil and water and can't resist the pests and diseases of Divine Land."

Thinking this, Wang Qi reached a hand into the bucket. Fine strands of white negative-entropy light rose from his palm, pouring the power of life into the Xuan Si organisms at the bottom like sunlight. These little fellows, so prone to