Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 486: Ancient Transformed Human, the Cause of Dynasty’s Interruption_1
"A group of Transformed Humans?"
At Mount Tai, Wang Linchi had climbed out of his coffin and was now dissecting the real Jia Thirty-three.
Its body structure was entirely different from that of a normal person. It had undergone various modifications, both large and small. These modifications appeared to be assembly-line work, precise and technologically advanced.
"Interesting. The origins of the Nine Extremes Divine Palace are not simple."
Wang Linchi discovered the source of their arrogance: it wasn’t that they wanted to be arrogant, but rather they couldn’t control it themselves.
A certain hormone in their bodies affected them physiologically and psychologically. Wang Linchi quickly concluded that its long-term accumulation formed a kind of spiritual protection.
Their arrogance was an unavoidable side effect, one that vanished when their minds were highly focused. This explained why, when executing tasks, their behavior was completely inconsistent with their usual arrogant temperament.
Even Wang Linchi wouldn’t bother correcting such a minor flaw in his own creations. What if fixing this ’bug’ caused the entire ’program’ to crash? Therefore, he considered it inconsequential to let it be.
This spiritual protection involved a kind of ideological imprint. However, after deeper analysis, Wang Linchi determined this imprint wasn’t innate but was self-generated by the Nine Extremes Sect members. This must have resulted from their use of power. Whether during Cultivation or combat, this process would intensify. Thus, the problem lay with their Cultivation methods, which operated so subtly—like a silent, nourishing rain—that even they were unaware of it.
Having cultivated to this point, the Nine Extremes Sect members were all devoted to their cause, a testament to powerful brainwashing techniques.
The various bodily modifications also struck Wang Linchi as rather pointless. While there were traces of modern medical techniques in their internal structure, these weren’t foundational, merely supplementary. This meant the strength of these Transformed Humans would gradually decline due to the Calamity of the Last Law, eventually rendering them no different from ordinary people. Fortunately, lifespan wasn’t a concern; their life force was such that they were virtually immune to non-accidental or non-man-made death—in other words, they possessed so-called immortality.
Next was their Regeneration Ability, encompassing everything from Injury Recovery to Limb Regeneration. The obvious drawback, however, was its susceptibility to the Calamity of the Last Law.
A group of magically Transformed Humans. In the High-energy Era, they would be invincible powerhouses. But in a No Magic Era, aside from being harder to kill, they’re no different from ordinary people; all their abilities would be nullified. Wang Linchi’s interest significantly waned.
Although the transformations of the Nine Extremes Sect members involved multiple systems—likely the culmination of various unique Transcendental Systems from different dynasties—they were unfortunately too fragmented. Unless Wang Linchi could acquire a complete system or its corresponding manufacturing data, there was little he could gain from a single Transformed Human. More importantly, the modifications were encrypted using a composite of multiple systems, complex enough to give Wang Linchi a headache.
Trying to decrypt it would be like deciphering texts written in several fragmented and unfamiliar writing systems that he would have to recognize out of thin air. The difficulty was immense. Given the effort required, he might as well infiltrate the Nine Extremes Divine Palace directly; he might find some clues there.
After disassembling Jia Thirty-three, Wang Linchi carefully stored the components, ensuring Jia Thirty-three wouldn’t die. It wasn’t that Wang Linchi wanted to keep it alive. Maintaining it required daily doses of Nutrient Solution and various life-support equipment, all of which consumed resources. Unfortunately, he couldn’t kill it. As a Transformed Human, Jia Thirty-three had internal life-sign monitoring devices. If it died, the game character who had infiltrated their ranks would be immediately exposed. So, it could only be kept here temporarily.
Thankfully, the upkeep cost was relatively low. Otherwise, Wang Linchi wouldn’t have bothered with such meticulous care and would have just crudely maintained its vital signs.
Further experiments were still necessary, such as using Jia Thirty-three to develop targeted bio-weapons, like viruses or diseases. Although such weapons might not be very useful, it was always better to be prepared. What if this group of Nine Extremes Sect members suddenly powered up, turned into Super Saiyans, and started beating me? That would be a complete disaster. The likelihood of this was minuscule, negligible even, but one could never rule out the ’what if’.
I need to speed things up for the game character. If they continue at this pace for half a year, it’ll be too late for anything. Wang Linchi felt this group was moving far too slowly. But these Nine Extremes Sect members used neither vehicles nor special abilities, relying solely on their legs. Even though their physical conditioning surpassed that of ordinary people, and they were Transformed Humans, they still needed rest. They couldn’t travel non-stop; time for eating, sleeping, and other necessities was essential, much to Wang Linchi’s impatience.
Without tipping them off, I need them to arrive within a month... no, three months. If Wang Linchi had his way, he’d choose tomorrow, but that was completely unrealistic. Even one month might arouse suspicion. Even three months was pushing it; at their normal speed, this was already cutting their travel time by almost half.
Once they’re asleep, I’ll have the game character secretly move them forward and then alter the surrounding environment to match. Wang Linchi could only resort to this less-than-ideal plan. Otherwise, solving this wouldn’t be so simple. The Nine Extremes Sect members possessed extremely keen five senses; otherwise, they wouldn’t be called Transformed Humans.
If any flaws are detected... I’ll have no choice but to resort to physical memory alteration.
Physical memory alteration, of course, meant inducing memory loss by forceful neural deletion via severe blows. This was a ’weakness’—though not exactly a weakness—that he had discovered while analyzing Jia Thirty-three. There were many such vulnerabilities. After all, they were cobbled-together Transformed Humans; it was normal for them to have issues. These vulnerabilities could only be exploited by someone stronger than the Nine Extremes Sect members. For anyone weaker, they were useless. However, this approach could easily lead to problems. Significant memory loss would undoubtedly arouse their suspicion. Naturally, it was best to avoid this if possible.
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After Yuan Lin joined the ranks of Zhang Xuan, the King of Northern Jiang, he wasn’t sent to the front lines as a vanguard but was instead assigned clerical work within the army. He wasn’t involved in many battles on a daily basis, and while life had improved somewhat, it remained quite arduous.
"Any concerns today?" a gentle voice inquired.
Yuan Lin quickly rose and bowed respectfully, "Master Wu."
The visitor was Wu Yong, the man who had taught Yuan Lin to read and write in the military camp and imparted various kinds of knowledge to him. Yuan Lin held Wu Yong in high esteem.
"Sit, no need for such formality." Wu Yong smiled. "Today, the King won another battle. We’ll be marching into the Capital soon! When that time comes, we’ll take the Dog Emperor’s head to offer to the Holy Emperor. If my departed wife and children knew of this in the netherworld, they would surely be overjoyed."
From Wu Yong’s words, Yuan Lin could sense his elation. Yuan Lin knew Wu Yong’s history: King Heaven Equivalent had blessed him with a prosperous life and a happy family. However, with King Heaven Equivalent’s death, all of it vanished, leading Wu Yong to harbor a deep resentment towards Emperor Jing. Furthermore, his faith in the Heaven Equivalent Benevolent Holy Emperor was profound. Yuan Lin suspected Wu Yong might be a Class B believer like himself, but since there were no Dai Temples in the Northern Prairie, there was no way to confirm this.
Now, to offer incense, one had to travel to the Mount Tai Ancestral Court, as all other Dai Temples elsewhere had been burned down by the Royal Family.
"The King has already dominated most of the prairie and commands the prestige left by the Holy Emperor. Once he unifies the north, marching south will not be an issue," Yuan Lin remarked, also holding high hopes for Zhang Xuan, the King of Northern Jiang.
However, while Zhang Xuan was a capable military leader, Yuan Lin wasn’t certain he could govern the realm effectively. For now, things were stable, as he could sustain his campaigns with the spoils of war. But if he were to ascend the throne, it might not be so straightforward. He kept these thoughts to himself. One can be careless with meals, but not with words.
"Master Wu, did you come for a specific reason?" Yuan Lin quickly changed the subject, as such grand matters were not for him to discuss.
"I came to check on your studies," Wu Yong said, sitting down, his gentle demeanor unchanged. "In a while, I’ll need to deploy with the army and might not have time for you. So, I wanted to check your progress and assign some more homework."
"Master Wu, you trouble yourself too much for my sake. I am truly undeserving," Yuan Lin said, deeply moved. Wu Yong was about to leave, yet he was still concerned about him. Since entering the military camp, only Wu Yong had treated him with such kindness. Yuan Lin knew that without Wu Yong’s assistance, given his own circumstances, he would never have had such a stable position in the rear. He would have been just another soldier, fighting and dying on the front lines.
"We are master and disciple; what’s there to be undeserving of?" Wu Yong replied, then began to review Yuan Lin’s homework, offering explanations as he went.
