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The Sage removed his goggles and rubbed his brow with his fingertips.
Why did you choose to change the plan?
In her eyes, Godolkin was an extremely cautious person.
He never acts on impulse; all his decisions are carefully planned beforehand.
Therefore, what he said in the lab just now was nothing more than an act for Vought's men, to lower their guard.
At this moment, the Emissary, Goe, walked to the chair, sat down, and loosened his tie.
Which part are you referring to?
"Don't fucking play riddles with me."
The Sage took a step forward, placed his hands on the edge of the desk, leaned forward slightly, and stared straight at him with his toad-like eyes.
"We both know what the original plan was..."
Unleash Marie Morrow's blood manipulation abilities, activate regenerative potential, and repair your original body.
But now you're suddenly telling me to abandon complete reverse engineering and go do some garbage assembly line mass production for Edgar?"
"When did our Godolkin become such a philanthropist?"
"That was the original plan, that's correct, but you overlooked one crucial point: Marie Morrow has shown no signs of awakening yet."
"She's just a useless piece of trash born of a saint."
"Sometimes I even wonder if I made a mistake when I compiled the Odyssey Project roster."
He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the Sage's face.
" Jessica... you know better than I what nested structures mean."
"The potential regulatory sequence and the regeneration sequence are associated with each other."
He picked up a pen and drew two intertwined spirals on a sticky note on the table.
"To extract the complete regenerated sequence, the molecular bonds of the potential sequence must be broken."
Once the potential sequence is broken, the activity of the entire parent nucleus will decrease.
The final extracted regenerated fragments were no different from the weakened version... they were all defective products with no room for improvement.
The Sage looked at the spiral on the sticky note and said nothing.
She had calculated the coupling of the nested structure many times, based on the V1 level, and even she found it difficult to reverse-engineer it back into the original equation.
Godolkin was right.
Weakening proliferation is currently the best option.
"So you're planning to give up on repairing your body?"
After a few seconds, the Sage raised his head, his tone tinged with sarcasm.
The Emissary looked at her, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips, which vanished in an instant.
When did I ever say I was going to give up?
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.
"The weakened version is just a superficial explanation for Edgar, and besides, I don't think much of this weakened version of the original."
"I think I understand. You mean you want to focus on the original drug?"
Upon hearing this, the Sage's brow twitched slightly; she had already guessed part of the truth.
"Bingo, once Edgar signs off on mass production and the production line officially starts, all the attention on the B7 level will be drawn to it."
The Emissary snapped his the Snap and lowered his voice.
"When we were debugging and producing the first batch of samples, all the quality inspectors, security personnel, and the supervisors sent by Edgar would keep a close eye on the production workshop."
"At that time, you'll be in charge of diverting their attention as the lead researcher, and leading the analysis of the new version. Delay it for as long as possible."
"You want to take advantage of the chaos to damage the original solution?"
"Yes, I need to stay in the core lab alone to process this stock solution."
"Processing?"
The Sage frowned, his tone tinged with confusion.
(To be honest, I really didn't want to write about the Sage's pig-like stupidity; it was too disgusting. I'll just write about him being a little bit smarter.)
"How do we process it? We can't even do a complete analysis right now, nor can we reverse engineer it. Do you think we can rewrite the molecular structure out of thin air?"
"No, the new plan must use the original version; I don't need a weakened version."
A frail body that has lost all its potential is no different from a disabled person.
"We only need to add a subtle artistic touch to this perfect original."
The Emissary said, making a circle with his thumb and forefinger, and smiling.
The Sage looked at him and helplessly pursed his lips.
"Fine, whatever you like."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The Sage opened the door, and outside stood the newly hired intern assistant, who was holding a stack of documents in her hands, her thighs pressed together, looking somewhat nervous.
"What's up?"
" The Sage Lady..."
The assistant seemed to have just experienced something frightening, and stammered as he spoke:
"Mr. Homelander said he wants to see you immediately; he's waiting upstairs right now."
The Sage sighed somewhat helplessly.
Homelander.
Her team had barely moved into the lab when Homelander came to urge them on their progress several times.
Research is not a simple matter; it's quite common for projects to get stuck at a certain point in time for a few days.
The Homelander panicked and almost burned the first group of researchers to ashes with their Heat Vision.
In the end, it took her a lot of persuasion to finally convince this overgrown child, Homelander, to calm down.
Damn it, this giant baby idiot has to be coaxed.
"Knew."
The Sage's gaze softened slightly.
"You go back first, and tell the Homelander that I'll be there soon."
The assistant, feeling as if granted a pardon, turned around and tried to run to the restroom, almost bumping into the water dispenser in the hallway.
"Damn, I'm in a real hurry."
(What are the surface and deeper meanings of this sentence?)
The Sage closed the door, turned around, and walked to his desk.
The Emissary remained seated, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, clearly having overheard the conversation outside.
At that moment, their eyes met briefly in the air, clearly indicating that they had reached some kind of consensus.
"His sudden summons was most likely to urge me to expedite the process."
The Sage spoke in a low voice.
Godolkin nodded and placed his hand on the Sage's shoulder.
"Be careful. I heard he's been quite emotional lately... Besides Edgar, the Storm incident has also been making him very angry."
I know what I'm doing.
The Sage picked up the tablet on the table, quickly swiped it twice to bring up the latest analytical data, and then held it in his hand.
"Proceed according to the original plan. Submit the mass production plan to Edgar as soon as possible. I'll handle things here."
After saying that, she didn't linger and turned to leave.
Soon, they arrived at the Homelander's "new room".
Do you remember the room that Homelander vandalized last time?
The place had been demolished beyond repair, so Ashley cleared out a new office on the top floor and then renovated it.
And it's a deluxe edition.
The entire wall here is made of floor-to-ceiling glass.
The sunlight slanted in, casting long shadows on the floor.
When the Sage entered the room, Homelander was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the Manhattan street scene below.
A Stars and Stripes cape hung at his feet, his hands were behind his back, and his fingertips rubbed the edges of the cape.
Just after the Sage entered the room, Homelander seemed to sense something; his nose twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed.
Why do you smell like disgusting Dick dung?
The Homelander pinched his nose.
He's been very irritable and depressed lately.
First, they suffered a major setback with an unknown "clone".
Just as he was recruiting the Sage and successfully found the Bombsight, Edgar suddenly intervened and took V1 out of the way.
Not to mention, that damned A-Train recently released a damned " Stormfront," which stole all his thunder.
Therefore, Homelander is very unhappy right now.
"Is that Godolkin, the Emissary who look like dachshunds? What are you doing with him?"
"No, I just went over the original experimental parameters kept by Godolkin University with him."
He has done some work on the V1 project and is very accurate in judging molecular structures, which can help us avoid a lot of detours.
The Homelander gave a dismissive "hmm," then continued to ask:
"How's the progress?"
"Currently, the core structure resolution is around 72%, making complete reverse disassembly impossible."
Therefore, we changed our direction, abandoning a complete restoration and instead creating a mass-producible, weakened version based on the existing resolution.
"A weaker version?"
Upon hearing this news, Homelander frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his blue eyes.
How weak?
"Actually, it's not weak. Its basic effects can reproduce 70% of the original, and its basic values can crush the current Compound V by more than three times."
Moreover, it has excellent stability, with an adverse reaction rate kept below 4%, meeting Vought's standards for large-scale mass production.
At this point, the Sage paused.
"But there is a price to pay. For the sake of stability, we cut off the potential regulatory sequences in the periphery."
Within 72 hours of the injection, the ability will be fully fixed, and the user will permanently lose any potential for further evolution.
Upon hearing this, the Homelander's face darkened visibly.
Although he didn't know the principles behind those chemical drugs, he could still understand the phrase "permanent fixation".
He wants to become stronger, but not like this useless person who's been on drugs and has exhausted all his potential.
so...
He waited so long, and all he got was this piece of rubbish that's good for idiots?
Thinking of this, two dark red lights seeped from the depths of his eyes, and then grew brighter and brighter.
The scorching light, as the Homelander turned around, left two long red streaks.
He didn't speak, but walked step by step toward the Sage with his hands behind his back.
But the Sage remained standing there, staring with his toad-like eyes, his expression unchanged.
Actually, it's quite easy to guess the emotions of Homelander.
People like him are born at the top of the food chain and consider themselves superior.
How could anyone accept something like "locked-in potential"?
Anger is a reaction that the Sage anticipated from the outset.
But Homelander dare to kill her?
I wouldn't dare, at least not right now, because she's still very useful.
So she wasn't afraid.
" Sage, I went to great lengths to get you into this position so that you could do things for me."
Homelander stopped two steps in front of her, his voice extremely low.
The red light from his eyes flickered in the air, drawing streaks of light.
"Instead of having you help that old dog Edgar save money for his grave."
He took another half step forward, looking down at her, his red eyes pressed against hers.
"So much effort was put into creating this useless garbage? Locking in its potential?"
The Homelander gave a cold laugh.
"Do you find this amusing? Or... do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
The Heat Vision was intense, and the scorching heat was close to my face.
The Sage could even feel the air next to his cheek burning hot; if he got any closer, his skin would probably be scalded.
But her face remained expressionless; she simply stared calmly at Homelander with her dead fish eyes.
"I've never thought of it that way."
"Stop playing word games with me."
Homelander abruptly interrupted her, his voice rising, and the red light in his eyes intensifying.
"Don't try to fool me with these tricks. Remember, I'm the one who brought you back! Where's the original serum? I need the injection right now!"
I understand your anxiety.
The Sage said.
"In fact, when I the Emissary, you were the first person I considered."
Upon hearing the Sage's words, Homelander narrowed his eyes in surprise.
A red glint flashed in his eyes; he clearly hadn't expected her to say that.
"The original V1, there is only one in the world, it is a unique, one-of-a-kind item."
The Sage looked him in the eyes and continued his attack.
"How could something so precious be mass-produced? The weakened version is just some substandard goods given to Edgar and Vought to get by."
"The genuine original serum was reserved for you from the very beginning."
The Sage's words instantly lessened the oppressive atmosphere in the room.
The red light in the eyes of the Homelander faded slightly, and his furrowed brows relaxed a little.
He then straightened his back, put his hands behind his back again, and looked down at her.
"Oh? Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
Because the time isn't right yet.
The Sage spoke with composure.
"The original formula has a very unique structure. Apart from the first generation of Superman, no Superman has ever been injected with it, making the risks even more uncontrollable."
Who is your identity? You are the leader of the Seven; there can be absolutely no mistakes.
Therefore, we must thoroughly understand the weakened version of the formula and verify the safety of the core sequence before we can confidently provide you with the original version.
At this point, the Sage deliberately administered a stimulant to stabilize the Homelander.
"It will only take two days; in those two days, we will finalize the simplified version of the recipe."
Once everything is confirmed to be in perfect working order, the undiluted solution can be injected immediately.
The blue eyes of the Homelander surged with a mixture of irritability, impatience, and a rare sense of relief.
The Sage's subtle flattery hit him right in the heart.
Even the fiercest lion won't do anything to you if you stroke its mane gently.
A moment later, the red light in his eyes completely disappeared, and he slowly turned around and walked back to the French windows.
" Sage, I've run out of patience."
He gazed out the window at the dense crowds of people, like ants, and the bustling traffic, a tapestry of delicacies.
"At most, the day after tomorrow morning."
"When I wake up, I want the medicine to be on my bedside table."
"If it can't be done..."
He drawled out his words, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
You know the consequences.
"I promise."
The Sage bowed slightly.
"I will bring the stock solution and a complete set of monitoring equipment at eight o'clock the day after tomorrow."
After speaking, she stood for two seconds, and seeing that Homelander had no further instructions, she took the initiative to say:
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back and get back to work."
The Homelander wasn't in high spirits; he simply waved his hand, telling the Sage to get lost immediately.
The Sage understood, turned around, and walked slowly toward the door.
Only after the solid wood door closed gently behind her, isolating her from that tall figure, did she finally exhale.
A chill gradually rose on his eyelids.
Hehe, the plan has finally begun.
But just as the Sage reached the elevator entrance, the CCTV camera there suddenly turned on.
The Sage looked closely and saw a blinding red light shining above, with the title displayed in large characters:
Prison riot, calling for backup!
What exactly is going on...?