Published: March 2, 2025
“Gul…” “Gul…”
In the large petri dish, bubbles constantly rolled, and the dark yellow nutrient solution kept fluctuating. Standing at an angle directly across from the dish, Uncle Number Three Wen Yu could see the menacing figure inside, which stood about one meter tall.
The ancient demon was still an ancient demon; even as a child, it already displayed the prowess of the Ancient Demon Clan.
With sturdy scales, sharp fangs, and claws, every ancient demon was a born warrior—however, who they fought for was another commendable topic.
Races can change, and beliefs can change as well…
Uncle Number Three quietly observed Gul in the petri dish until he felt a blessing from Number One directed towards a new child. Only then did he turn his head and look at Wei Tian, who was continuously preparing potions at the experimental table.
“How’s the preparation going?”
“There was a slight deviation in one of the variable calculations. I’m correcting it, but after three hundred and fifty-eight iterations of recalculations, I believe this experiment should be fine.”
Wei Tian's eyes sparkled like a shark encountering blood in the water, and Wen Yu could only sigh helplessly at the sight.
In all of Beijing, there were only two people Wen Yu couldn't handle: one was the intelligent Lin Haifeng, and the other was Wei Tian.
These clever fellows always had their stubbornness, but their skills were an indispensable part of Beijing, and Wen Yu could only let them be.
“I only ask one thing; please don’t let him die.”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! You talk too much!”
Wei Tian shot back without looking, leaving all of Wen Yu’s remaining words swallowed in his throat.
Over the nearly three years, the Beijing Research Department's development of the human-demon transformation technique had approached maturity—but for reasons unknown, the mortality rate for this transformation method remained stubbornly high!
A perfect success rate of fifty percent was considered the ceiling.
In other words, whether Gul could successfully become Wen Yu’s alternative heir through the human-demon transformation technique was still a fifty-fifty chance.
However, Wen Yu didn’t want to wait—first, the principle of this technology had already been thoroughly understood, and the remaining unknowns were something the entire research department couldn’t figure out; second, this also served as a test for Gul.
Turning an ancient demon into his alternative heir would inevitably encounter various challenges, and this fifty percent probability essentially meant Wen Yu was leaving the choice to fate.
If he succeeded, it would be a matter of listening; if he failed, then it was meant to be!
“Good luck, little one…”
Wen Yu gently caressed the outer wall of the petri dish. Just then, he heard Wei Tian’s footsteps approaching from behind. Wei Tian opened the inner chamber of the petri dish and poured in the prepared potion in one go.
In the next moment, the nutrient solution in the petri dish boiled violently, and the ancient demon Gul, who had been in a deep sleep for over nine months, suddenly let out a wail!
Scales began to shed, teeth and nails started to regress, and the two arms, different from humans, began to shrink. Upon seeing this, Wen Yu merely took two steps back, watching Gul in silence.
Until Gul transformed into a human child of about three years old…
“Woo~~”
“Woo~~”
Memories began to flash back in his mind.
Birth, capture, exile, meeting Uncle Number Three, establishing the first base of the resistance army…
The last scene in his memory was Howard’s calm yet cold face.
At this moment, Gul felt as if he was immersed in a nightmare from which he could never wake up. He struggled to move his body, but it was all in vain.
He lost track of time, and after reliving his life experiences hundreds of times, he finally sensed where his body was.
“Bang…”
His arm unconsciously swung up and hit the inner wall of the petri dish. The next second, Gul suddenly opened his eyes.