Morgan Manor's underground laboratory had been built by Loren after he came to this world.
Its entrance was hidden behind the bookshelves in the study, and a half-meter-thick lead door completely separated the ground level from the underground space.
Before Loren came to this world, it had been where the previous head of the family stored his wine.
Afterward, Loren transformed it into one of the most advanced private laboratories on Earth.
At that moment, the underground laboratory's lights were blindingly bright.
White fluorescent tubes were embedded in the ceiling, illuminating every corner without leaving a single shadow.
The walls were made of silver-white alloy panels, while the floor was antistatic epoxy resin.
The air was thick with the smell of ozone and metal, signs of high-energy equipment running for long periods.
At the center of the laboratory stood an enormous operating table, its surface covered in holographic interfaces and physical equipment.
The Super Bio-Weapon Technology Guide lay open on a specially made stand, its golden glow much gentler beneath the white lights.
Beside it, several tubes of pale golden liquid flowed slowly within a temperature-controlled culture dish.
They were the results of Loren's research over the past week—the first-generation prototypes of the Silver Superman Serum.
But every one of those prototypes had been marked "Unqualified."
Loren stood before the operating table, his dark eyes fixed on a string of genetic sequence data projected in holographic form.
A few drops of unidentified liquid stained his lab coat, while the cuffs had frayed from prolonged rubbing against the table.
His dark brown hair hung messily over his forehead, as though he had not combed it in days.
His fingers moved through the air, enlarging one section of the genetic sequence, breaking it apart, then recombining it.
A week had passed.
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