The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 169 God
Sebastian Xiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was very sad and angry.

Although the wheelchair is quite comfortable to the touch and can be fine-tuned according to the contours of the user, the smiling old face of Professor Charles, who is pushing the wheelchair behind him, still makes him feel uncomfortable.

Be calm, be calm.

Sebastian let out a foul breath, and tried his best to take in every scene and every thing in the laboratory from the corner of his eyes, collecting information for his escape.

The experimental base here is quite busy. Those researchers in white coats are standing under the glass cylinder, filling out the report form, checking the analyzer, looking carefully at the petri dish with the aid of a microscope, or murmuring endlessly at a lump of meat.

"How many times have I said, be good and be obedient,"

A burly and sturdy man in a white coat looked a bit nondescript, and what was even more weird was that the big man was whispering softly to a lump of minced meat on the ground: "You dare to go to the breeding room to steal the little white mice now!" Eat, what if it breaks? Those mice were all injected with genetic viruses."

This person is none other than Bain, a broken-back madman from Gotham City who holds more than a dozen doctoral titles but resolutely engages in low-end crimes.

Unlike those super criminals who were also born in Gotham, Bain was honored to be promoted from a test subject to a researcher because of his knowledge and leadership charisma, leading a team dedicated to the research of protocells.

And the lump of irregular pink flesh about half a meter high on the ground is a first-phase experimental product cultivated from primitive cells, a specific life called SAYA.

As Bain's tone became more and more fierce, Saya slowly lifted a layer of flesh and blood, revealing the fine and sharp sawtooth in the center of the flesh, and a sharp neighing sound came from the pitch-black throat.

"You still dare to talk back??"

Bain became even more angry. After being modified with artificial organs, he was finally able to get rid of the pig-nose respirator, and his voice stopped talking. "In three days, you won't have any cholesterol to eat!"

The piece of meat, or Saya, immediately swelled up, opened his "mouth", and spit out a mixture of hair, bones, plasma, and pus in front of Bain.

The stench wafted for ten miles against the wind, and the researchers on the side twitched their noses, all casting strange glances at the same time.

With a gloomy face, Bane rushed to the office of Dr. Freeze, Dr. Victor Fries, with a burly body, and after saying hello, he took out the freeze gun of Freeze, and aimed at the pile of fishy smelly things on the ground. Vomit spurts cold.

In the blink of an eye, the vomit was completely frozen, and the surrounding floor was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Bain still didn't give up, pointed the spray gun at Saya's feet, and without pulling the trigger, he looked at "her" with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Within a month, you won't have cholesterol. have eaten."

Saya immediately huddled into a ball, crawled slowly and quickly to the front of Sebastian's wheelchair in a maggot-like manner, neighing endlessly.

Sebastian only felt his scalp tingling, and the path of this lump of meat would leave a viscous, transparent liquid like a grass snake gray line, like a flesh and blood version of a slug.

What the hell is this-he-mother? !

The Black King from the Hellfire Club desperately wanted to get away, but because of the excessive blood loss, he couldn't pull up any strength at all.

Fortunately, Professor Charles helped him out, "Bain, Professor Strange is in the office?"

Seeing the bald old man, Bane put away the freezing gun respectfully, and said, "It should be in the Institute of Regenerative Medicine. He is currently busy with the human body transformation project of Asatat warriors, and basically stays in the laboratory every day."

"That's it."

Professor Charles nodded, glanced at the squeaking pieces of meat on the ground, and said with a smile, "Don't be too harsh on Saya. Strictly speaking, she is not yet a year old."

she?
Sebastian's eyes widened, staring at the unidentified, twisted and strange piece of meat, his stomach was full of rot, and he didn't know how to spit it out.

The big leader spoke, but Bain kept a straight face and said nothing, but finally put away the freezing gun and put it on the table casually.

And the piece of meat that was staying next to the wheelchair also rolled back to Bain's feet, rubbing against Bain's trouser legs coquettishly.

Sebastian was completely dumbfounded, his eyes turned back and forth between Professor Charles and the meat, and he realized that he was completely unfamiliar with Professor X, an old acquaintance.

"After the primordial cells soaked in water from Lazarus Pool are deliberately guided, the limit value of Hayflick's division increases infinitely. As long as there is enough material and energy, they can keep dividing forever."

Seeing Sebastian's bewildered look, Professor Charles explained with a smile: "This life form Saya, which is cultivated from primitive cells, symbolizes the original and purest vitality.

She has involved countless subjects, and can be said to be one of the most valuable experimental projects in the underground laboratory. "

"It is also the most troublesome experimental project." Bain interjected: "Every week, Saya needs Ms. Rebecca to re-engrav the life-limiting seal for her, otherwise she will follow the original will of the cells and continue to divide and proliferate."

Bain glanced at Saya, who was as docile as a cat, and said casually: "It only takes half a year to let her out, and she can completely swallow and assimilate the entire North American continent and become a warm and moist lair made of flesh and blood."

Sebastian could only feel the absurd emotion welling up spontaneously. He stared at Saya who was still "acting like a baby", and said softly, "Does she have her own will?"

"Of course there is,"

Bain said with a smile: "The human body is still composed of 50 trillion, and the cerebral cortex, the primate of all things, is just a lump of gray matter composed of neuron cell bodies.

Under Saya's fleshy surface, there are countless neurons buried. The network of these neurons is enough to give her the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Even as time goes by, she will learn to imitate humans, using the human brain structure as the basic model for imitation. "

As if feeling that someone was praising her, Saya raised her chin in a very humane manner, showing a standard arrogant posture.

Sebastian took a deep breath, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he said through clenched teeth, "You, you are violating God's domain of creation!"

"God?"

Bain shook his head, snapped his fingers, and Saya on the ground suddenly started to squirm.

Her flesh and blood continued to twist and twist, the scarlet flesh quickly transformed into fair skin, pale white tissue blocks built bones, blood vessels were cast, and nerves were reorganized.

In the blink of an eye, Saya, who was originally an irregular lump of flesh, gradually swelled, presenting the embryonic form of a head, limbs, and torso.

After a few breaths, she has transformed into a slender girl with long green hair and pale complexion, wearing a white skirt made of mineralized bone tissue, standing on the ground with bare feet.

"After transplanting Miss Raven Duckholme, the mutant gene of Mystique, Saya can also appear in front of the world in human form."

Bain stretched out his palm-sized palm, touched Sayana's green hair that was still stained with mucus, and rubbed the girl's little face with baby fat as a reward, and said indifferently,

"Tell me, how is she different from normal life now?"

(End of this chapter)