Published: March 2, 2025
The pure black pill spun around in Wen Yu's hand, and he stared intently at it, but couldn't find anything unusual about the pill.
It didn't even have a description of its properties.
It was just a mud pill, a concoction made from various trace elements, amino acids, enzymes, and other assorted substances.
This was also the fundamental reason why Beijing could successfully replicate it — cloned molecules and even atoms, perfectly copied to create a counterfeit product with trace elements identical to the original sample.
As for the effects...
As the door opened, Wei Tian walked into Wen Yu's office.
"The experiment failed."
Wei Tian said simply, then placed the experimental report on Wen Yu's desk.
After a thousand demonic creatures of various levels consumed the pill, all of them were transformed into humans — this step was nothing special.
However, these thousand demonic creatures that had undergone the race transformation all died within three days.
This was not a high-yield, mass-producible method for race transformation — at least not before the experiment succeeded.
In other words, before the experiment was successful, this was just a "waste product" that could temporarily transform demonic clan members into humans.
It was of no use to Wen Yu or Beijing.
Upon hearing Wei Tian's bad news, Wen Yu gently rubbed his brow.
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Have you found out where it failed?"
The technology contained in this pill indeed had great potential for Wen Yu and Beijing, and he had a thorough consideration of the specific uses of such a drug; however, until a finished product could be produced, any ideas or plans would lack the foundation to survive.
"I found it."
Wei Tian nodded slightly.
"The biological technology within is quite advanced, but it is not unsolvable. Beijing's technological reserves are still strong. However, based on my research, I suspect that the soul creation technique and soul energy played a decisive role in it."
"I have confidence in overcoming the technical aspects, but on the soul level, I am completely powerless. If you ask me, if there’s someone who can fully grasp this technology, it would probably only be you."
Wen Yu fell silent instantly.
Some things, once they involve the soul level, become the exclusive research domain of certain individuals.
On the entire Earth, Wen Yu was not the only soul system expert, but if we were to say who had the deepest understanding of soul research, it would most likely be Wen Yu.
If it took him three to five years to fully comprehend this technology, it would probably take other soul system experts three to five thousand years — this gap was immense enough for Wen Yu to abandon all alternatives and choose to tackle it himself.
After a moment, Wen Yu sighed deeply, looking at Wei Tian with a bitter smile.
"After all, this is still my job, right?"
Wei Tian looked at Wen Yu and nodded lightly.
"You're the only one for it!"
...
"Clap."
"Clap."
The sound of chaotic footsteps arose, and Marquez, sitting at the secret entrance, immediately stood up and looked into the distance.
Not far away, Lei's figure arrived in an instant like lightning, then stood not far in front of Marquez.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
At that moment, Lei's expression was full of sincerity, but Marquez was not fooled. He squinted his eyes, looking behind Lei.
"So, this is the Beijing army? I remember I only agreed to meet you; you never said you would bring so many people."
As soon as the questioning tone sounded, Marquez was already preparing to attack — he had no intention of fleeing.
Or rather, when he decided to take in the ancient demons, he already anticipated that he would face the encirclement of the Beijing army — just as Lei had predicted, this was a path of self-destruction for Marquez.
However, seeing this, Lei merely sighed.
"Marquez, I understand you, and you are the only family I have in this world. Even if I die, I will not betray you."
As Lei's strong voice fell, the crowd behind him had already come into Marquez's view.