The experiment failed.
The professor was called a murderer by his mentor's family, but they had no evidence.
The police held the mentor's family back. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but no harmful substances were detected in the victim's body."
"How is that possible! How is that possible! He was perfectly fine before he went in! After he went in, he died! He's the murderer!"
The professor leaned against the wall in the police station corridor, his expression bleak. No one knew what he was thinking.
The deity's blood could not be replenished, and only a limited number of potions could be made from it.
If only...
The professor looked at his mentor's family. The woman demanding justice was his mentor's daughter.
If only there were a test subject that could keep producing the deity's blood for him...
Yes!
He could extract the genes from it. He could create a god!
Like Fan Jin going mad with joy after passing the imperial examination, the professor sang and danced in the police station.
Everyone thought he had gone insane. Even his mentor's family was frightened by him.
Though the family refused to let the matter go, modern technology could never detect a deity's blood.
After returning to the laboratory, the professor threw himself into his research, neglecting food and sleep.
After countless failures, he finally managed to extract the deity's genes from the little blood he had left.
Along the way, he spent vast sums of money, as well as lives.
Now, to him, time was life.
At last, a tiny lump of flesh shaped like a baby gradually took form in the nutrient solution.
The professor was overjoyed. He hugged the test tube containing the lump of flesh, as though soothing his own child.
Some people with sinister intentions learned of his