Loran was quite astonished.
She had watched all of Charles's rat experiments during this time and had never thought they had any chance of succeeding.
The Demon Worm bloodline was far too mixed and impure. It was impossible even to refine a bloodline potion from a Demon Worm.
Any bloodline potion refined from it would ruin whoever used it—one dose, and they would not even make a sound before suffering bloodline deformity.
Yet what Charles had made did not even count as a bloodline potion. It was more like he had directly squeezed the worms into juice and purified it.
This fucking worked?
Before, Loran had merely treated it as practice for Charles, a way for him to build up experience with experiments.
Only now did she truly feel how outrageous it was.
She walked over to the operating table and examined the post-surgery rat with her mental power.
At the same time, she looked over the experimental notes Charles had recorded beside it.
After reading them, she sighed. "This really is miraculous. What a lucky rat, to survive even this."
Charles's surgery had been crude, without much technical skill involved.
It was like kneading dough: if there was too much flour, add water; if there was too much water, add flour.
And yet, in such a way, he had actually succeeded in making a rat fuse with Demon Worm genes.
Charles smiled beside her. "Yeah. I originally thought this rat would be like its predecessors and only leave me with a pile of minced flesh."
"I didn't expect it to hold on until the end."
Charles looked at the rat, which was almost as large as a cat, his eyes full of astonishment as well.
After examining the rat, Loran analyzed, "This rat's mutation can be considered benign. Its