Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Art of Slaying Dragons

The mild-mannered Angsa, in fact, resisted Adonsa’s integration fiercely. Although his instincts made it impossible to refuse Adonsa’s commands, he subconsciously restrained the extension of the split entity. Angsa also managed to separate his original memories from Adonsa’s consciousness, maintaining independent thought, unlike Arthur who was easily influenced. Adonsa speculated that this kind of reincarnation was profoundly affected by logical thinking, strength of will, and personal values.

Arthur was a typical antisocial personality, idolizing violence and scorning intellect, accepting Adonsa’s fusion without any difficulty. Angsa, on the other hand, possessed mature values, meticulous logic, and even a rudimentary religious faith, making the concept of reincarnation nearly impossible for him to accept. It was only Adonsa’s overwhelming control that prevented his resistance from manifesting more obviously.

Adonsa could distinctly sense Angsa’s subconscious rejection, but the immense mental force generated from hundreds of split entities easily suppressed Angsa’s consciousness, bending it to Adonsa’s will. The existence of the soul must be acknowledged, yet the brain—the hardware—has an absolute effect on the soul’s nature. Theoretically, Adonsa, equipped with the thinking hardware of hundreds of brains, possessed unrivaled mental strength, but could it truly suppress everyone in this world? Especially those enigmatic pulse-bearers and the ace ability users of Amest.

If its parasitic attempt not only failed to control the host, but instead resulted in the host turning the tables…

Of course, that was a pessimistic perspective. Conversely, if Adonsa could completely dominate those pulse-bearers and ability users, then nothing in this world could oppose it. Humanity’s only recourse would be to deploy weapons of mass destruction, ushering in a new era, erasing both themselves and Adonsa from the earth.

Naturally, the specifics of reincarnation required further research to reach more accurate conclusions. Regardless, this operation had provided Adonsa with two formidable ability-wielders. Through Adonsa’s modifications, their combat power was enhanced tenfold, offering tremendous support for future confrontations.

Given enough time, Adonsa could gradually infiltrate and control human society, silently transforming the world and becoming the unseen monarch lurking in the shadows.

Yet now, the city teemed with scrutiny: pulse-bearer investigation squads, Amest fugitives and pursuers, and ominous signs swirling everywhere. Adonsa could not afford a slow, cautious approach.

It had to accelerate its evolution, to possess the strength to protect itself—or even seize dominance—in the coming storm.

Comparing the Delta-Poles of Tindalos, Arthur, and Angsa, Adonsa discerned faint patterns, but these patterns were like subconscious mutterings—blurred, almost illusory.

Were superpowers subjective or objective? Was their vessel the brain, or the consciousness? What role did the soul play in all this? Could one sever the connection between superpowers and consciousness, manifesting them out of nothing?

If Adonsa were a tireless scientist, it would no doubt sigh deeply at this moment; the gnawing frustration would keep any researcher awake at night.

The sample size was still too small. It needed more ability users for comparison to unravel the true nature of superpowers.

Within this city, in fact, another ability user remained.

The most powerful ever known, who had suddenly fled to a foreign land: Leviathan.

Leviathan—the deep-sea beast of the Bible, able to easily raise tidal waves to drown ships and coastlines.

Adonsa recalled the enormous shadow that shook the air that night, truly like a colossal beast swimming in the void sea, possessing an unmatched, formidable power. Such evil and strength, so alluring.

To capture Leviathan, Arthur and Angsa alone would never suffice; even with the remaining modified humans, it would not be enough. They would merely serve as cannon fodder to exhaust Leviathan’s strength. The real task force was still on its way, cautiously crossing customs into Tianjing.

Arthur and Angsa had only been hastily summoned from nearby countries for their missions.

Leviathan…

The parasitic network known as Adonsa began to stir in earnest.

Find Leviathan!

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The study of superpowers was vital, but Adonsa could not neglect its fundamental power: the force of evolutionary modification.

The force governing life’s growth and reproduction could be broadly described as genetic information.

Genetic information was not simply DNA; rather, it was an organic cycle composed of DNA, RNA, and proteins. Generally, though, genetic information was primarily stored in DNA.

Within DNA are genes, and within genes lies what is commonly understood as effective genetic information.

Humans possess roughly thirty thousand pairs of genes, controlling over fifty thousand traits.

Yet these thirty thousand pairs are only the genes of humanity. In the vast natural world, there are at least a million pairs of bases and countless species.

Adonsa wished to master gene editing and differentiation; to do so meant mastering all genes and traits.

Such a massive undertaking—collecting and processing this information—momentarily overwhelmed Adonsa, causing it to doubt the path it walked.

But as the research continued, Adonsa gradually discovered a strange rhythm within the ocean of spiral models, learning to deduce combinations from the four basic bases, categorizing and organizing the seemingly endless genetic traits, establishing an unprecedented genetic catalogue.

Adonsa named it—The Book of Universal Bloodlines.

At present, Adonsa had already mastered twenty thousand human gene pairs and fifty thousand from other species.

This gene collection resembled a card game; progress was fastest at first, but once the most common and widespread genes were gathered, the task became a monotonous repetition, advancing at a painfully slow pace.

Yet Adonsa never grew impatient. In fact, its research had advanced at an astonishing, secret rate, so far ahead that its assistants could not grasp the full picture, mechanically laboring at Adonsa’s intricate assignments like swarming worker ants.

The capture of Tindalos was another major surprise. Its creator had undoubtedly walked a path strikingly similar to Adonsa’s.

The essence of decades of research was infused into the flesh ghost, supplementing Adonsa’s Book of Bloodlines and providing many precious new genetic insights, greatly accelerating its progress.

Though the complete decoding of Earth’s ecological gene map was still a distant dream, a glimmer of hope had appeared.

By instinct, Adonsa knew the second evolutionary phase of reconstruction possessed world-shattering potential, but also immense danger to itself.

Such danger could only be mitigated by flawless gene editing; otherwise, a single misstep would turn Adonsa into a pile of malformed flesh, dying amidst clumps of bloated, undifferentiated cells.

Even a thousand split entities could not prevent such a dreadful demise.

Within the top laboratory of Jincheng Pharmaceutical Group, Adonsa recorded the waterfall of data into hundreds of highly developed brains, silently computing and summarizing.

Outside the lab, in a surveillance-filled room, Bai Jincheng watched the busy experiment site for a long time without speaking.

The secretary reported, “Mr. Xu Fei has stayed in the lab these days, showing no signs of communication with the outside world, devoting all his time to research. Many researchers have protested the high-intensity experiments, saying these inexplicable tasks are irresponsible.”

Xu Fei was the name of Adonsa’s host.

Bai Jincheng said, “Have those researchers keep records, then bring in a new batch. I won’t neglect my son’s savior, but I’m no fool to be manipulated. I must find out his true identity and purpose.”

The sharply dressed male secretary flipped through the report several times before hesitantly saying, “Xu Fei is an unemployed drifter with a clear history, but there’s no way he could know so much about biomedical science… At present, we can see he’s researching genetic engineering, but even the other professors can’t say exactly what.”

Bai Jincheng pondered, “Is he completing the human genome? Developing biological weapons? Or…”

The secretary stood quietly, not daring to interrupt.

Bai Jincheng shook his head and sighed, “As long as my son’s illness is cured, he can have whatever he wants.”

“Yes, sir.”