Chapter 739

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Chapter 739: Genetic Defects

“Did he faint?”

In the skies above Tokyo, a massive silver flying saucer hovered silently above the clouds. An Qingyu, dressed in a white research lab coat, stood firmly at the top of the saucer.

The howling winds at high altitude whipped at the edges of his coat, and with his left hand tucked into the pocket of his lab coat and his right hand holding a phone, his bangs danced in the wind as he gazed down at the tiny city below, his brow slightly furrowed.

“Yes, his body is turning a bluish-gray, and he’s as stiff as a stone. His temperature and heart rate are both dropping…” Uncle Jingxie’s anxious voice came through the phone, “What’s going on? Do you have any clues?”

An Qingyu pondered for a moment, slowly closing his eyes as he began to search his mind for information related to the God-making experiment.

After seven or eight seconds, he opened his eyes.

“I think I understand,” An Qingyu said, his expression serious. “During the past decade of experiments, the Oracle injected him with agents that forcibly stimulated his potential. His lifespan and vitality have been frantically drained by these agents. If he were a normal person, he would probably drop dead after being stimulated three or four times.

However, at the same time, the Oracle injected him with a large amount of agents rich in life potential, creating a delicate balance against the consumption of potential. Under the harmonization of ‘royal blood,’ this balance can enhance his abilities in a stable condition.

But this delicate balance is extremely fragile because his body has become dependent on the agents themselves. If he is separated from the balance created by the two agents for too long, his body will automatically begin to collapse…”

“So, he can’t leave the [Pure Land] for too long?” Uncle Jingxie asked, frowning.

“To be precise, he can’t be away from those two agents for too long,” An Qingyu corrected. “Over the years of experimentation, his body has become unable to function without these two interacting agents. To completely resolve this situation, he must be modified directly from a genetic perspective. Simply feeding him those agents will only deepen his predicament, and his lifespan will continue to shorten.”

“Genetic modification?” Uncle Jingxie’s eyes lit up. “Can you do it?”

“Yes.”

Before Uncle Jingxie could express his joy, An Qingyu spoke again, “Based on the data recorded in the God-making experiment, I can indeed deduce a specific agent for this situation, but the process is very complicated. Even I will need at least two days…

However, based on what you described, Yuzuri Takuhaku may not last two days.”

Uncle Jingxie’s body trembled.

“Then… can we use some agents to temporarily stabilize his condition? Aren’t you in the [Pure Land] right now? Can you get a few bottles of that agent?” Uncle Jingxie asked anxiously, as if he had thought of something.

“There are indeed some γ agents for activating potential left in the lab, but there is no key second agent to maintain his vitality,” An Qingyu frowned and said. “If I’m not mistaken, this second agent is essentially a resistance virus, and the one who produces this virus is the fifth Oracle of the [Pure Land], Plague.

Once this agent is produced, it will quickly lose its efficacy, so they always manufacture it right before injection. There is no stock in the [Pure Land].”

Uncle Jingxie’s heart sank.

“So… to obtain this agent, we can only find ‘Plague’?” His voice was a bit hoarse.

“Even if you find him, he won’t give it to you. He will only use it as leverage to completely put you and Yuzuri Takuhaku under their control,” An Qingyu’s mind was very clear, instantly seeing through the Oracle’s intentions.

Uncle Jingxie turned to look at Yuzuri Takuhaku, who was lying on the ground, a bitter expression appearing on his face.

“But I have no other way…

Am I supposed to just watch my son die?”

“No!” An Qingyu’s voice came through the phone again. “Perhaps you don’t need to compromise to have a chance to obtain that agent…”

Uncle Jingxie froze in place.

A chance to obtain the agent without compromising?

Could it be that the Oracle would actively give him the agent?

“What should I do?” Uncle Jingxie thought of how this young man had single-handedly seized control of the entire [Pure Land], and his heart felt much more at ease as he asked.

An Qingyu stood atop the silver flying saucer, looking up at the bright sky in the distance, a slight smile on his lips:

“All you need to do is…

Wait for nightfall.”

……

Hokkaido.

In a deep mountain.

Lin Qiye had three long knives hanging at his waist, moving like a ghost through the dense forest. He glanced down at the token in his hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This token was the key to Kudo Yoshiki’s [Divine Concealment]. Only by holding it could Lin Qiye find the hidden mansion deep in the mountains as he had before.

As the token emitted a faint glow, an ancient mansion appeared in the distant forest like a chameleon, looking incredibly mysterious.

At the same time, Lin Qiye’s spiritual power finally sensed the existence of this mansion. He tucked the token back into his pocket, stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed to the mansion’s front door, knocking on it.

Bang bang bang—!!

Time was of the essence, and Lin Qiye’s knocking was loud and urgent. Moments later, the door slowly opened from the inside.

The tall and burly Kudo Yoshiki, wearing a black robe and sporting dark circles under his eyes that nearly covered half his face, stared intently at Lin Qiye from behind the door.

“Knocking so urgently, I thought a vengeful spirit had come to claim a life,” Kudo Yoshiki said, looking at Lin Qiye and patting his chest.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry,” Lin Qiye said with a wry smile as he stepped inside. “Is the knife ready?”

“It was ready last night. Come in,” Kudo Yoshiki said, glancing outside to ensure no one else was around before closing the door.

He glanced at the [Yubeng] at Lin Qiye’s waist and asked curiously, “Why do you have [Yubeng]? Where’s Amamiya Haruhi?”

“He didn’t have time to come. This knife is borrowed from him.”

Lin Qiye didn’t waste much time on this topic. Without waiting for Kudo Yoshiki to lead the way, he walked directly toward the empty space in front of the mansion.

Kudo Yoshiki shrugged and followed him.

A few minutes later, he took out a black box from inside the house and placed it in the center of the empty space.

He knocked on the surface of the black box and said, “The knife is inside here, and the knife spirit has been refined. Open it and take a look.”