Chapter 320

Chapter 320: The New Organs of the Chosen Warriors!

"This is the ‘upgrade project’ I bought for you."

"This way, casualties among these combat cells should decrease significantly."

Back when Trilobite was human, though not an anime enthusiast, he’d watched the educational series *Cells at Work*.

While paleobiology contained the word "biology," it remained worlds apart from fields like biochemistry or pathology. Much of his knowledge about human physiology actually came from that anime and later self-directed research.

Watching *Cells at Work*, especially *Cells at Work: BLACK*, Trilobite had always felt particularly sorry for the white blood cell big sister.

He’d even wondered whether those white blood cell big sisters could be enhanced.

Of course, that was impossible.

Immune hyperactivity wasn’t desirable either.

White blood cells dying in droves, as shown in the anime, represented a natural balance in the immune system.

But in this world, such concerns were meaningless.

After all, most of his microorganisms spawn lived outside any host body. Besides, Trilobite hadn’t boosted their aggression or initiative, nor turned them into battle maniacs.

Instead, he’d purchased upgrades to minimize combat losses.

For example…

"[Suspended Animation] and [Advanced Regeneration]."

Suspended animation was commonplace in the biological world. Forget tardigrades—microorganisms were true masters of this ability.

Some bacteria could enter suspended animation under extreme conditions, remaining dormant for millions of years!

A hidden danger of global warming was melting glaciers potentially unleashing ancient bacteria and viruses from suspended animation—pathogens that might have hibernated for over a million years.

Modern human immune systems, adapted to contemporary germs, would stand no chance against these "time-traveling" pathogens.

Humans might eventually defeat them through medicine, technology, and social coordination. Some nations might even resort to "herd immunity," relying on Darwinian natural selection to outlast bacteria—but the resulting economic and human losses would be incalculable.

"When critically injured, these microorganisms—eukaryotes, I suppose—enter protective suspended animation."

"This halts further deterioration, no matter how severe the wounds."

"Meanwhile, the second upgrade I bought them becomes useful."

Regeneration was even simpler—a near-universal trait among living things.

This seemingly miraculous function existed in almost every organism.

Wound healing itself was a form of regeneration.

But "higher" organisms paid a price for specialized cells: they often couldn’t fully regenerate damaged tissues.

Most vertebrates couldn’t regrow severed limbs.

Even a gecko’s regenerated tail differed from the original—its tail vertebrae never regrew, leaving the new appendage boneless.

Thankfully, the gecko’s small size made this bone deficiency manageable.

"Of course, my spawn are all microorganisms."

"Like planarians—cut one in half, and you get two complete organisms."

"My microorganisms spawn, your life force and recovery should have been stronger!"

"Whether their cell walls get damaged or they’re cut in half, quick repairs won’t be a problem as long as they have energy to consume."

"Ah, right."

"I seem to recall the energy harvested by spawn and symbiotic creatures gets split fifty-fifty with me."

"Let’s change that from now on."

"If ‘Microorganisms Spawn Cluster 1’ needs regeneration, I won’t take any Chaos Energy during that period—you can use it all to repair organelles."

"Heh, I’m such a generous soul."

Trilobite mused happily. Though this "concession" seemed disadvantageous temporarily, it would lower the casualty rate of Microorganisms Spawn Cluster 1. Surviving spawn would generate more Chaos Energy for him later.

No loss at all!

Having calculated this, Trilobite felt thoroughly pleased.

"Now, onward to Valaharl…"

"Damn!"

The recently triumphant Trilobite suddenly swore.

The massive postosuchus had recoiled from the water’s edge.

Ahead, the water churned violently as if boiling.

"Are you messing with me?!"

—-

"How could this be…"

"You… didn’t you die?"

The Demon Lord’s eyes widened, refusing to believe the scene before him.

Resurrection spells weren’t unheard of.

The Chaos Demon God’s "divine grace" could achieve this.

But Order-side deities lacked such power. Moreover, "divine grace revival" required one crucial condition—the fallen follower must be within the evil god’s divine aura.

Beyond that aura, neither grace nor revival could reach.

And such resurrections were temporary anyway.

Should the deity perish, the revived followers would turn to dust.

Yet now…

Clearly these Chosen Warriors served the distant Giant God—nowhere near Valaharl.

Neither divine aura nor grace could possibly extend here.

Precisely why the Demon Lord had lowered his guard.

"Pshhh—!"

Blood-splattered demon organs and energy core were ripped out by the bisected Chosen Warrior.

"Huff… hiss…"

The respirator echoed inside the helmet.

"You asked me to kill you, I recall?"

"Most peculiar request I’ve ever heard."

Amidst icy mockery, the Demon Lord crumpled.

"Thud—!"

His heavy frame hit the ground, eyes still wide with terror and bewilderment.

This high-ranking demon died baffled—how could a slain enemy return?

Yet he understood…

"An unkillable foe…"

"How do we fight that?!"

Many fellow demons shared this dread…

Just then…

"Buzz—!"

As the Chosen Warrior crushed the demon’s core, torrents of Chaos Energy flooded his body, mending wounds.

Even his cleanly severed waist began sprouting bone buds and flesh buds.

Visible regeneration had commenced.

"Hah…"

"This is…"

Two names materialized in the warrior’s mind as pure-energy pseudo-organs manifested within him:

One at the meninges, another near the liver.

【Holy Light from the Sun Pseudo-Organ—Dormancy Control Meninges】

【Holy Light from the Sun Pseudo-Organ—Laryman Liver (Regeneration Controller)】