Chapter 124: Surgery and Legacy
"Actually, it's not too far off now." Liang Gong's expression grew serious. "Do you think your current status is commensurate with the power you possess?"
"Life is much better than before, and for a while, I hadn't thought about that question... But now that I think about it, with my Spirit Animation Stage six-level power, I really shouldn't just be a 'firefighter captain,' constantly rushing around doing odd jobs." Liang Zhen Dao said, his expression solemn.
"Once more people start thinking about this, the redistribution of power will happen sooner or later." Liang Gong was, after all, a man in his forties, particularly fond of commenting on political matters. "The proportion of people at the top is ultimately very small. On average, most Ability Users come from the middle and lower classes, and this already dictates that this power redistribution won't be peaceful."
"Indeed, power is the answer to everything. Let's not talk about that anymore. What do you think, why did they give us the incredibly vulgar name 'Dao Academy' back then?"
"Is it really that vulgar? I don't feel anything about it; I think it's alright."
"Oh, right, you don't have a habit of reading novels. I can understand that."
Experimental ground, second basement level.
"It's a good thing I managed to retrieve this set of twelve types of spirit energy organizations transplanted into the test subjects in time, otherwise, precious experimental tissue would have been wasted. It's rare to have a test subject who survived the rejection reaction and didn't die immediately, only to nearly be drained dry by the immense spirit energy consumption. What a pity."
"They can't capture high-tier Ability Users for me to experiment on either; at most, they bring me corpses, often incomplete. Among the death row prisoners they can capture alive, most are just weaklings at Spirit Animation Stage three. The experimental results are truly subpar."
After repeatedly confirming that the doors from the first basement level to the second were locked, he took out Puluo Gan, the special anesthetic he had tasked the research institute with developing. It was an expensive agent, of which just 0.1 grams could make a normal adult lose all sensation of touch, pain, and muscle activity.
Of course, no one could have guessed that the task he issued for researching this agent was actually for performing full-body surgery on himself.
The first time, he dissolved 10 grams of the powder in physiological saline and injected it into his body using his telekinesis, but he found that aside from a slight numbness, he still felt a considerable amount of pain. So he injected a second 10 grams, then a third 10 grams. By the fourth time, he discovered the anesthetic effect was finally sufficient to completely block out his pain.
"From this perspective, my physical attributes are probably equivalent to five hundred ordinary people combined... but it doesn't seem to be a simple additive calculation, at least my weight and volume aren't the same as five hundred people combined." Completely paralyzed, he thought, suspending himself with telekinesis as he manipulated the specialized surgical scalpels to cut open his own body.
If anyone else had been present at that moment, they would surely have been terrified by the sight of him cutting open various parts of his own body to perform transplant surgery: his torso lay flat like an aircraft carrier, steadily suspended in mid-air.
Several scalpels, meanwhile, moved about like planes constantly taking off and landing, each cut precisely following the lines Bai Mo had drawn on his body beforehand.
Since a total of twelve types of spirit energy organizations were to be transplanted, this surgery was much longer than previous experiments, lasting a full eight hours. After completing the suturing and conveniently wiping away any residual wills from them, he began to address potential rejection reactions.
However, he waited for a long time but found no signs of rejection, a situation completely different from what he had observed in other test subjects.
"Could it be that, compared to them, I'm simply too strong, and these tissues were directly assimilated by my body, then integrated into my Life Field?"
"The tissues corresponding to the air-stepping ability and teleportation ability from the subordinate movement system were successfully transplanted. However, the teleportation ability seems to have shrunk significantly; a single teleportation can only move me less than ten meters, which is a huge difference compared to Hua Wenwu's ability, which allows him to move nearly a hundred meters at a time."
"Then there was the distance-distorting skin that also succeeded, but it also shrunk severely. What was originally 'a short distance, yet as far as the ends of the earth' – one centimeter outside the skin extending into an actual distance of five meters – became one centimeter extending to an actual distance of two meters on my body."
"It's a pity that the original owner of this ability was also an idiot, using such an unsolvable close-combat ability to charge into a modern army full of thermal weapons... To a bullet traveling at the speed of sound, one centimeter and five meters make no difference. When he was sent over, he was already a corpse riddled with holes."
"Out of twelve, only three succeeded in this one surgery, and most of them were shrunken abilities. As expected, it can't compare to a protagonist's luck." Bai Mo took a gulp of the liquid gold original solution, which he used as a quick healing agent, and remembered the success rate when he performed surgery on that boy earlier, a helpless expression on his face.
"It shouldn't be a matter of luck. It's probably that the stronger I am, the lower the success rate of the transplantation." He tried to find an excuse for himself, to cover up the fact of his bad luck.
"But I'm different from him. I have enough opportunities to try. There will always be a day when I can fill all these Spirit Pictures. Tomorrow, I'll get some more Puluo Gan, and the day after, I'll perform another surgery. That leaves a day for the liquid gold to repair my body."
A certain coastal area in Southern Huaxia.
"This line of work is truly exhausting! I, Ling Tian, swear that one day I'll make something of myself! I'll never do this damned work again." Under the scorching sun, Ling Tian, a construction worker drenched in sweat, was busy building defensive facilities.
As Huaxia's entire coastline stretched for thousands of kilometers, the military severely lacked enough engineering troops. A large number of planned defensive structures had to be contracted out to private construction companies, with the military only responsible for acceptance inspection. Thus, there were a great many construction workers toiling away on the front lines.
"Finally, I can rest for a bit..." Ling Tian had just finished his tasks for the day. Too tired to even move, he simply sat by the sea, picked up his phone, and relaxed by reading a novel.
"What are you reading?" A fellow worker walked over and patted his shoulder.
"A novel." Ling Tian, engrossed in watching the protagonist use the Zerg to fight in all directions, impatiently gave a casual reply.
"So secretive, must be reading some risqué novel. Come on, the foreman told us to gather." The fellow worker didn't bother him further, simply informed him and hurried away.
Not long after the fellow worker who reminded Ling Tian had left, the shallow sea, which had been as calm as a mirror, suddenly erupted with huge waves. Without warning, it swept Ling Tian, who was engrossed in his novel, into the sea. Unable to react in time, he left nothing behind on the shore but the phone he had been holding.
"Zerg Legacy System initiated. Detecting host identity... Detecting. Host is a carbon-based life form, not an energy-based enemy of our race. Can become a Legatee. Self-destruct cancelled. Initiating genetic binding now..." In a daze, Ling Tian, swept into the sea by the giant waves, heard this voice.
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