Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 650 - 613: Perfikot’s Genius Idea

Perfikot's research on the ancient beast's severed claw didn't last long.

Because, as the God of Wisdom mentioned, apart from its tough skin, thick flesh, and extreme vitality, there wasn't much else to this thing.

It was as if the entire species of ancient beasts had invested all their talents into physical strength.

Based solely on this severed claw, the body strength of this ancient beast could rival the gods, but apart from that, its body lacked any other abilities; Perfikot didn't even detect the slightest bit of magic power.

This doesn't mean ancient beasts can live without magic power. In fact, their outrageous physical traits are closely connected to the magical environment.

It's just that ancient beasts committed all their natural talents to the physical body, converting all absorbed magic power into vitality to enhance bodily strength, resulting in a body devoid of any detectable magic power, making them appear like non-magical creatures.

Beyond that, the ancient beasts had no other talents. They couldn't cast magic or possess any special abilities; they simply had an unbelievably sturdy body and astounding vitality.

However, this gave Perfikot a unique inspiration, sparking a brilliant idea in her mind.

"You're planning to use the ancient beast's body to... You must be insane!" The God of Wisdom scoffed upon sensing Perfikot's thoughts: "No one can control the ancient beasts; do you think the gods haven't considered taming that muscle-brained group?

It's useless! You can't control them; their entirely muscular brains can't comprehend any complex commands."

Upon hearing the God of Wisdom, Perfikot only grew more confident in her plan.

"Who said I want to control them? I only need to utilize their physical bodies for my purposes." Perfikot chuckled nonchalantly, and then began processing a small sample separated from the severed claw using her knowledge of human alchemy.

"Let me think, how does one perform cloning? I think it involves extracting the cell nucleus, then combining it with an egg cell, and allowing it to develop to maturity inside a host body?" Perfikot murmured, recalling memories from before her traversal, while her hands continued their operation.

Her murmurs filled the God of Wisdom with extreme terror: "Has your world already started dabbling in the domain of the divine?"

"Are you talking about the forbidden zone of life? Cloning indeed counts. Before I crossed over, humanity was only one step away from cloning itself, arguably already successful, only barred by laws and ethics," explained Perfikot, then shook her head and added, "But this research was of little value by then, as humans found more suitable methods to achieve their goals."

Perfikot didn't specify what that method was, but her continuous work indicated that she clearly understood it.

"What you're doing will..." The God of Wisdom sought to persuade but couldn't find the words to do so.

"Dabbling in the divine's realm? I even consider killing the gods; what matters if I intrude on their domain? Desecrating life? If studying life is considered desecration, who determined that definition? I'll make sure to finish him off." Perfikot instantly shut down the God of Wisdom with just a few words, and further added: "If you mean to say you're worried I can't control my creation, there's no need. I don't intend to give this thing a brain."

Perfikot said that and encased her preliminarily treated experimental sample into a transparent container, into which she injected an orange liquid.

Once she completed this, Perfikot sat at the lab bench, spread out a white sheet of paper, and began designing blueprints based on the brilliant idea from her mind.

Observing what Perfikot sketched on the blueprints, the God of Wisdom felt an inexplicable fear.

She even asked, trembling: "The people from your world, haven't the divine beings there ever stopped these blasphemous ways?"

"Gods? Sorry, in that world, no gods exist." Perfikot shrugged. In truth, she didn't know the answer because, although no god had truly manifested there, the spread of religion and countless mysterious events often made one feel the world wasn't so simple.

But these concerns had nothing to do with Perfikot; she just wanted to complete the genius design in her hands now.

Of course, if judged by the saying 'Genius is half a step ahead, madness a full step,' Perfikot could certainly be considered a madwoman.

What she intended to create, if the church found out, even as a saint directly appointed by the patriarch, would have her branded a heretic and sent to the stake.

Yet for Perfikot, heresy? She had never worshipped any god, even in a world where gods did exist.

And in another view, humanity has always been heretical because humans are always challenging the divine realms until they can fully grasp their destiny and control the entire world.

Perfikot lacks the ambition to control the entire world, but she wants to control her fate, free from the interference of gods who appear out of nowhere.

So, even if it means blasphemy, she would willingly accept this crime, then cut off the gods' heads with the sword she forged, pinning them to the ground.

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"Shay, you've returned? Did meeting with the Lord go well? What did the Lord say about the gift you gave?" Shay's brother quickly inquired upon seeing Shay return.

Although Shay merely went to meet Perfikot, for the other residents of the settlement, it was a matter concerning their livelihood.

"The Lord agreed to provide us with robotics, but this still needs to go through the approval process. I've already submitted the report to the relevant departments when I left Chernobyl. Based on Northern Territory's efficiency, we'll have news in no more than a month," Shay explained to his brother, then moved on to the main point: "Afterwards, the Lord will send an investigation team to look into the matter of that severed hand. Brother, make sure everyone is ready to welcome them; don't embarrass us in front of the Lord!"

"Don't worry, I have more experience with such matters than you!" Shay's brother expressed confidence, having been a former Empire civil servant, possessing a wealth of experience in such things.

The only worry remained the issue of the severed hand: "But are the Lord's investigators truly able to handle the owner of that hand? You know how hard that hand is."