Time rewound to not long ago.
For the first time in his life, the old man in the wheelchair, Huo Hu, had opened his eyes this wide.
His voice trembled slightly, and his gaze was filled with something unusual. "You mean... you can use Kindly Father's Remains as special equipment attached to your weapon?"
Zhou Zhi nodded slightly. "Is there a problem?"
Huo Hu fell silent for a moment. "Do you know, President?"
"The Plague Extermination Arts and Pestilence of this world basically all originated from Kindly Father's true body. That includes the Medical Department's titles and many advanced technologies. But one thing is certain: Kindly Father's power does not belong to this world. That is precisely why Kindly Father's Remains are like exquisite raw gemstones—they can be mined, but they cannot be directly used."
The old man raised his head, looking somewhat wistful. "The organization known as [Insect] obtained methods of keeping corpses from decaying and prolonging life from Kindly Father's body. They also acquired quite a few methods that could be used in conjunction with Pestilence."
"The Medical Department, meanwhile, extracted from the remains a power capable of corrupting humanity, allowing people to transcend their restraints. But fundamentally, it was merely repurposing. Humans cannot truly merge with the source of Pestilence and become one with it. It is impossible to be completely compatible with foreign power."
Disbelief filled Huo Hu's eyes. "So it is truly difficult to imagine such a thing."
"But as a Plague Exterminator, I believe in 'genetic mutation.' I believe there are special changes within humanity's hereditary chain... Besides, you are not the first person capable of fully utilizing Kindly Father's Remains."
Zhou Zhi gave a sound of acknowledgment, somewhat curious. "Besides me, there are others who can directly use the remains?"
"Who?"
Huo Hu