Just as Jia Xiu and the others thought their method of killing a Devil Race member was about to succeed, an accident suddenly occurred.
The Ice Demon, whose body had at least remained intact despite being covered in tumors, began to crack apart and disintegrate into sulfur, giving off black smoke—the standard process when a Devil died on another plane.
"What happened?"
Jia Xiu shouted.
"Did any of you do something?"
What was happening before them had been completely outside their expectations.
"I didn't do anything!"
Margaret replied.
Nothing like this had happened in the simulations in the Little Black Room before.
This was also the limitation of simulations. No matter how closely they resembled reality, they were still only imitations of reality and could not completely match the actual situation.
The ability the Sect Master had given him was still somewhat reasonable. Though exaggerated, it had not reached the point of omniscience and omnipotence.
After a brief moment of panic, Jia Xiu quickly calmed down.
As a seasoned slacker graduate student who had spent years muddling through laboratories, he knew full well that success was accidental, while mistakes were the norm.
As research projects progressed, difficulties were bound to increase. It was only because his previous magical research had gone so smoothly that he had become somewhat unfamiliar with the sense of frustration that came with research.
Fortunately, he had abundant experience with failure.
Though that kind of experience did not sound like anything to be proud of, it was indeed somewhat useful.
Once Jia Xiu had adjusted himself, his first reaction was to immediately replicate what he had done to the Flame Demon.
Crack open its skull and take out its brain.
According to their previous research, the brain still retained a trace of consciousness at this point.