diskusbooks Chapter 328 Gene Seed, First Heretic
Chapter 328 Gene Seed, First Heretic
Chapter 328 Gene Seeds, The First Heretic
Yuri forced open his eyelids, enduring the discomfort, and used his hands to brace himself against the edge of the modified pod to sit up.
Although he defeated the demons of the mental world and basically adapted to the extra senses, it is unlikely that he can fully adapt to them.
"You're awake? The surgery was a success, you..."
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"Yes, my body is filled with the filth of demons, but even so, my human identity has never changed. I was human, I am human, and I will be human in the future."
Huo Wen had only gotten halfway through his teasing remark when Yuri silenced him with a muttered monologue.
It was clear that Yuri had read what he was trying to say, using the kind of telepathic communication unique to demons.
He couldn't help but look embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "That person asked me to stay here. If you feel unwell, you can tell me. Perhaps I can offer you some advice."
Hoven completed his transformation earlier than Yuri and adapted to the extra senses sooner, so he was naturally qualified to guide him.
What Hoven didn't expect was that Yuri didn't need his guidance. He completed the synchronization of his thoughts and senses shortly after leaving the modification pod.
"Thank you, but I've already gotten used to it. I just need to practice a few times." Yuri thanked him politely, took his clothes from the side, and put them on.
"You adapted on your own?" A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Wen's eyes. He only fully adapted to these new senses with the help of Mo Di.
He thought Yuri would need some help, just like him, but he didn't expect that wasn't the case.
Yuri didn't answer. He just frowned and looked at his body. His original clothes couldn't hide his bulging muscles, making him look like a superhero in a tight suit from a Federation comic book.
"Is this also a result of fusing with evil spirits?" he asked.
"Of course... no." Huo Wen's voice echoed in his mind. "This was a physical enhancement surgery performed on you by that person. Your original body was too weak and couldn't adapt to the integration of the demon."
"Hmm," Yuri pondered for a moment, "it seems that he already has mature gene enhancement technology, which is superior to Epsilon's Nova Virus."
"That guy seems to specialize in flesh and blood; of course, we can't compare to him," Huo Wen said.
Yuri, now the King of Demons, has a more acute sense of perception, but he can only see the traces of genetic modification within his own body, and cannot see the root of it.
In other words, this technology is mostly a black box to him, and he can't see anything with his current abilities, which is enough to demonstrate the powerful technical capabilities of the modifier.
"If we can analyze even a little bit of it, perhaps we can use it on other people in Epsilon."
Several flashes of inspiration struck Yuri, and he absorbed a large amount of knowledge that Modi had left in his genes. His mind became increasingly clear, and he gradually understood the secrets of flesh and blood.
Ideas arose from his contemplation, but eventually faded into oblivion in his mind, for the original owner of this knowledge had returned.
"Adapted to the new senses? Not bad."
Modi glanced at Yuri, nodded slightly, then looked at Huo Wen, "Look at others, they can adapt completely on their own, and look at you?"
"At least I achieved my expected goal, right?" Huo Wen smiled sheepishly.
Regardless of whose help you get, just tell me if the final result is the same.
"Does this demon have the effect of making one's skin thicker?" He glanced at Huo Wen, feeling that if there were any benefits, Huo Wen would not hesitate to recognize him as his godfather.
There might not even be any benefit involved, because being able to establish a relationship with him is the greatest benefit.
"You're supposed to be a Grandmaster, can't you have some shame... Never mind, I'm just here to announce something."
Seeing that the two of them were looking at him, Modi took out the divided demonic fragments, and it seemed that the starry sky was flowing in his palm.
"The Demon Fragments are ready. I need to extract some things from you to make the Geneseed... Hoven, don't look at me like that. You are not Primarchs, and I have no intention of messing with Astartes."
"Really not?" Huo Wen asked with a suspicious look.
Modi shifted his gaze, squinting, and said, "Perhaps."
Yuri was silent for a moment. Although he didn't understand what a Primarch was or what an Astartes was, his intuition told him that Mordi was about to do something big.
"What do you want from us, and how do you intend to extract it?" he asked directly.
"A mixture of demonic nature and genes, you can lie down in the modification pod, and I'll take care of the operation."
The two did as instructed, allowing Modi to touch them freely.
An awkward atmosphere gradually built up. Although the process didn't last long, watching Mordy's busy figure, Huo Wen couldn't help but ask, "That...so-called gene seed, is it for the modified humans?"
"Otherwise what?" Modi turned around and gave him a strange look. "We can't possibly give you the same food as before, can we?"
"Well, that's true, but what is the physiological relationship between those who received our genetic seeds and us?"
"The most likely possibility is father and son," Yuri interjected. "The genetic seed mixed with our essence will completely infect the modified human's body, shaping their genes into our appearance, thus continuing our genes."
"I see...—" Hoven thought for a moment, "So I've really become the First Primarch?"
"If that's how you want to call yourself," Modi said without turning his head, focusing on the half-finished gene seed in his hands, "even if you want to put on a grand birthday celebration, I'll support you nonetheless."
There's fun to be had on both sides, so why not take a look?
"Then forget it," Huo Wen said with an awkward smile, and shut his mouth.
Yuri left the modification pod at some point and walked to Modi's side, keeping a safe distance from him, simply standing there and quietly watching his movements.
He created the gene seed without the aid of any sophisticated instruments, relying solely on his own hands and strength.
The instruments around him were considered cutting-edge by today's standards, but they were still too rudimentary for him, far less useful than operating them himself.
"The impeccable technique is almost an art form," Yuri praised sincerely.
Hoven uses his senses more for combat, while Yuri uses them more for understanding the world.
These senses, which humans never had before, are a huge treasure for any scientific researcher, allowing them to directly observe phenomena that were previously unobservable.
Its contribution to scientific research is immeasurable.
"You'll be able to do what I do sooner or later."
Modi was generous with his encouragement.
He wasn't lying; among the possibilities he saw, there were several that he couldn't see clearly. The fact that he couldn't see them clearly meant that they might be outside his observation.
This is only possible for beings who are equal to or even surpass him.
"Well then, I'll take your kind words." Yuri chuckled softly.
His senses could tell that this was not a comfort, but the most sincere blessing.
"The first batch of modified humans have arrived."
Xu Hui and Miao Guang were temporarily assigned to serve as assistants.
Given the former's intelligence, understanding the modification process designed by Modi is not difficult.
As for the latter, he wasn't just there to make up the numbers; he appeared as a ritual priest.
Because it involves demons and other supernatural beings, in the modification process designed by Modi, in addition to the modification surgery, there is also a ritual to stabilize the demon fragments.
As a reincarnator who has legitimately embarked on the path of cultivation, Miao Guang may not be very serious in his daily life, but he still has professional skills. He is proficient in everything from dragon and phoenix seals and feng shui formations to alchemy and weapon forging, but he has at least passed the qualification test certified by the main god.
With him presiding over the ceremony, Modi will have less work to do.
"Remember, every modified being is a warrior handpicked by Epsilon. Don't waste their lives," Mordy cautioned.
"Of course I know that, but..."
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Miao Guang looked at the hundreds of modified individuals standing in a square formation, then at the few people on his side, and his lips twitched.
"With so few of us, how long will it take us to work?"
"Don't worry, I've already arranged for apprentices to observe and learn from me."
Yuri's voice echoed deep within his mind, startling him. He quickly suppressed his consciousness and shut down his inner world.
"Next time you use telepathy, please consult someone else before you do it, Mr. Yuri," he said irritably.
"I'm sorry," Yuri apologized sincerely, revealing his emotions in the material world without reservation. "I've been working continuously for the past few days, and I got used to telepathy, so I forgot to adjust."
Miao Guang nodded. He knew that what Yuri said was true; they had all witnessed the intensity of this bald man's work.
"Mr. Yuri, are these all the modified beings from Epsilon?"
"This is just the first batch."
Yuri smiled as he looked at the waiting modifiers. The modifiers saw him too, and stood up straight, saluting him with their unwavering self-radiance.
"These first batch of modified individuals were basically my comrades who voluntarily followed me, and they were my disciples. They were steadfast and excellent Epsilon warriors who shared the same ideal with me," he said.
It wasn't hard to hear the pride in his tone.
But Miao Guang's focus was not on that, but on another aspect.
"This is just the first batch. The first batch has at least one hundred people, and there will be a second and a third batch afterward."
He murmured, a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he could already see his bleak future.
"The first batch will consist of at least one hundred people, and the number of modified individuals will only increase afterward. Is this going to target the Epsilon Inner Guard or the Astartes Legion?"
Miao Guang had a premonition that he would be deeply impressed by this mission, after all, he had never had such an experience before.
Even though he rarely confronts things head-on and is better at accumulating power in the shadows, this is the first time he has presided over a hundred ceremonies like this.
"Miao Guang, stop slacking off and get over here to prepare for the ceremony!"
On the other side, Xu Hui couldn't stand his delay in getting into position and urged him on.
"Hmph, fine, I'll get lost then," he said disdainfully, but his body betrayed him as he went over. "It seems that this transformation can't be completed without my participation."
"Yes, yes, then please take a seat, Master Dao."
Xu Hui's tone sounded somewhat weak and listless. Like Miao Guang, he felt dizzy and disoriented just looking at the more than one hundred modified individuals.
Yuri watched them conduct their final checks, his eyes slightly lowered.
Since Epsilon received the outsider's help, his mood has not been as heavy as it was before. He no longer has to think about how to intercept the demons in Antarctica every time he opens his eyes.
Epsilon now has plans for a counterattack.
Once those enemies of humanity are eliminated, his and his followers' ideals can continue to move forward, instead of being confined to this desolate Antarctic ice sheet.
He watched his disciples walk into the operating room one by one, and each face matched a name in his memory.
The "Blade" modification surgery is not 100% successful, but when he announced the news, his followers responded to his call immediately.
They knew the significance of this plan: only by becoming part of the evil could they be immune to the evil's cognitive contamination and win the battle.
Even if it means they have to give up their human identity and this physical body.
Not everyone is a demon king, and not everyone can receive Mordy's gifts.
"I will never forget," Yuri thought to himself, followed by a series of thoughts, "We will never forget."
Unbeknownst to most, the Yuri clones throughout headquarters paused for a moment before resuming their work.
Modi appeared beside Yuri at some point and stated a fact in a calm voice: "You abandoned your independent will, shattered it, and scattered it among every clone, turning yourself into a collective consciousness. It was indeed a good idea... but was it all worth it?"
"Of course, this is also my gift to the new humans of the future, or you could say it's the prototype of that gift."
Yuri smiled, his voice echoing in Modi's ears, overlapping as if millions of people were speaking at the same time.
"Your Mightiness...
"Just call me Mormontis."
"Alright, Mormontis, could I ask you to perform one more modification?" he asked, his head slightly lowered.
"Tell me, who do you wish to recommend as the third Demon King?"
Having gained experience from the previous two attempts, Mordy had a deep understanding of the various characteristics of demons, and he believed he could do an even better job if he were to undergo another transformation.
Yuri used a title, not a name, but Modi was not surprised to hear it.
"It really is her, the First Heretic. She is not only your confidante, but she also truly has the potential."
"She was one of my earliest disciples, and her command ability was only comparable to that general. Their relationship was more like that of two mirrors reflecting each other."
When the First Heretic was mentioned, Yuri's face broke into a genuine smile; he was indeed proud of his disciple.
"If I fail, if we turn to ashes in the tower," he said, "then she, and my adopted daughter Libra, will be the last insurance for the Epsilon ideal."
"Is this your new idea?" Mordy remained noncommittal about his plan. "Okay, schedule a time for me."
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His gaze was fixed on Yuri's eyes as he witnessed the world line deviate at this juncture.
This timeline is moving toward a hazy future, and perhaps after it reaches a certain point, he will no longer be able to see the possibilities within it.
"This is a good thing," he whispered to himself, "otherwise, the unchanging future would be too boring."
He is happy with the current situation and wouldn't mind giving it another push.