Astonishing Performance!

Dilos's words caused Dr. Connors's gaze to sweep toward him. The atmosphere turned silent for a moment, and the few interns subconsciously held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment, Dr. Connors was also weighing whether he should treat Dilos the same as the other interns. If one were to say Dilos was an incompetent person who had only used connections to squeeze in for the fun of it, that didn't seem right, given what had just happened.

Dilos clearly had some ability, but to trust him to carry out experiments as requested based solely on this would be too rash.

Even though Dr. Connors found that the young man's ideas on cross-species genetics were quite to his taste, if Dilos lacked genuine skill and his insights were merely a lucky guess, then making him perform the same work as the other interns would be an insult to those young people.

"No need to be nervous, Mr. Sullivan. Since you were able to come here, you must certainly have some extraordinary qualities in biology." Dr. Connors naturally couldn't say certain things outright; doing so would not only offend Dilos directly but also offend Lex Luthor, who stood behind him.

Furthermore, it would let his interns realize that he had only let Dilos in because he had accepted money, which would not be a good look.

Dr. Connors first led the group on a brief tour of his private laboratory. During this process, they witnessed what a high-end laboratory truly looked like. Even without outside funding, everything was as high-spec and precise as it should be.

After all, Dr. Connors himself was a wealthy man; he simply dedicated everything to his science.

"I believe you have all been waiting a long time." After introducing the experimental facilities, Dr. Connors pointed to a small room containing a miniature lab equipped with various microscopes and instruments.

"I trust you are aware that I have my own research to conduct, and for that, I require an assistant. I believe you are all quite capable in terms of knowledge, but knowledge alone is not enough. I need someone with nimble hands and high efficiency to assist me with my other tasks."

The eyes of the group, including Dilos, lit up. They understood this was an opportunity; as long as they performed well, the rewards would be highly beneficial.

Dilos, however, was thinking of much more. This was not just a test to find a high-level assistant; it was a test of himself. If he performed poorly, he would not only be excluded from this team, but his reputation would plummet. The path he envisioned for himself—relying on his own efforts to create a Super Serum to break through human limits—would only grow more distant.

Yet, Dilos didn't just want to pass; he wanted to be the best. To that end, he had reviewed and practiced over and over again at school and at home. He had waited too long for this opportunity, and he had to be the best.

"Derek, you will use station one. Alicia, you use station two. Ya-Zhang, you use station three... Dilos, you use station six."

The experiment required them to extract liquid from two unidentified flowers on their stations, mix the liquid with the powder provided, and use a centrifuge to separate the mixture.

The experiment began quickly, and Dilos and the others immediately set to work at their stations. Unlike the fools in some novels who would waste time observing others while performing tests, they remained focused.

The young people, including Dilos, focused intently on their tools the moment they reached their stations: beakers, flasks, test tubes, vessels containing different solutions, empty rubber-bulb droppers, and small centrifuges.

Everything had to be completed within one hour!

Dilos looked at the tools and the requirements of the experiment, feeling a hint of pressure.

However, since Dr. Connors had set these requirements, it was clearly achievable; the key lay in the coordination between hand and brain.

Despite this, Dilos did not rush to experiment with the two unidentified flowers. He washed his hands, rinsed the flowers with clean water, and then picked up the sterilized scissors to begin cutting the petals.

Among the methods for extracting liquid from plants, one is called distillation. Given the materials and tools at hand, distillation was the best approach.

The finer the flowers were cut, the better the results would naturally be.

However, it wasn't just about that; the key was that Dilos's hand speed was simply too fast.

That's right, it was too fast.

Click-click-click-click-click-click-click...

A dense, rapid sound of scissors opening and closing erupted from Dilos's station. The speed was incredibly fast; the two blades of the scissors were a blur, frantically closing and opening, closing and opening, mincing the petals bit by bit.

At the same time, the fingers of Dilos's other hand were rotating the petals at high speed, creating a slight blur. Whenever a small portion of the flower was minced, his fingers would give a slight turn and pinch, moving the uncut parts into position. Simultaneously, his other hand would open the scissors and close them, perfectly mincing another small section.

In less than half a minute, thanks to this terrifying hand speed, the two vessels beside Dilos were filled with the minced remains of the two different flowers.

This scene happened to be witnessed by Dr. Connors, who was observing from behind the group. He didn't know how to describe his current feelings; if he had to say, it felt as if some of his common sense had been shattered.

Dr. Connors looked at the minced flower bits in the vessels next to Dilos—each piece no wider than a strand of hair—and then subconsciously glanced at the other six. He found that not only had they not finished cutting even one flower, but the pieces they had cut were significantly coarser than Dilos's.

For a moment, Dr. Connors thought he was hallucinating. He hurriedly rubbed his eyes, but after checking several times, he saw the same scene. Only then did he believe that everything before him was real.

The others didn't notice any of this, including the terrifying frequency of Dilos's scissor movements, because the other six young men and women were all at the same stage of cutting flowers, and the noisy sound of scissors masked his. Otherwise, Dilos would have been surrounded by onlookers immediately.

For Dr. Connors, who was observing right next to Dilos, this was shocking enough. He watched as Dilos skillfully heated the test tube with a flame and placed the minced petals into the distillation flask, his movements steady as if he were a veteran of many years. Throughout the transition between steps, his actions were as smooth and natural as flowing water.

Every experimental step was flawless. Dr. Connors stood there and watched quietly until Dilos extracted the liquids from both petals, mixed them together, added the required powder, and finally placed the mixture into the centrifuge.

"Mr. Sullivan."

Dilos, who was waiting for the centrifuge to finish, looked toward the voice and found Dr. Connors standing beside him, wearing a very kind smile.

"Can you tell me what you've learned in school?"