Tempest of the Stellar War

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The laboratory had been refitted overnight. Lear and Luo Fei’s culture tanks were pushed into the most central transformation equipment.

At this moment, the fluid in the culture tank was completely replaced with a special genetic supplement fluid.

“Z1084 generation genetic fluid. Theoretically, their transformation rate could keep up with the biological energy required for evolution.”

The Thirteenth Elder stood behind the Great Elder on the second floor of the experiment observation room, explaining the steps of the experiment. The Great Elder didn’t have the time to wait for them to take their time, since there were only two experimental subjects. The only thing still of interest to the Great Elder was that Lear was one of those in the prophecy.

In the laboratory below, Sharjah was carrying out the final phase through the use of a robotic surgical arm. He injected Lear and Luo Fei with the solutions.

Cut open and filled in with numerous nano robots working tirelessly. This was the highest level of biotechnology.

Sharjah took all the procedures seriously. This was the first time he reached the final phase, and this was the deciding moment for success or failure.

The Great Elder looked on icily. Success or failure mattered not to him. He wanted to see the results. Was the special power truly the key to this experiment? Nothing much could capture his attention as a Heaven-rank warrior.

Sharjah took every step of the operation seriously. Every injection was carefully calibrated. He tweaked the way he operated through the data displayed on the instruments.

Both Lear and Luo Fei’s minds were stable in the culture tanks. Everything went smoothly. The preparations from before had shown their effects now. The perfect combination of Zerg and human genes, perfect construction of the double helix.

Sharjah’s face eased. The most difficult stage had passed. The place where the divergence had the highest chance of happening didn’t happen. This should be owing to the phagocytic ability of Lear and Luo Fei. Not only that, their wills were very strong. This fusion was equivalent to the transformation of the soul, which was why the experiment subject’s will was really important.

What was left was the moment of transformation. Everything was ready for the quantitative leap, the magical step!

The instruments monitoring the subjects suddenly flashed in red just as Sharjah’s assistant wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Abnormal reaction.

“Life force is depleting fast.”

Burrow, who was in charge of life force monitoring, shouted with panic in his voice. Lear and Luo Fei’s life stats were falling like a landslide. It was like an avalanche.

“Another dose of Z1084!”

“Injecting V9 adenine!”

Sharjah issued an order quickly. Burrow completed the steps in an instant. The rapid depletion of life was alleviated, but it didn’t solve anything!

The change in Lear and Luo Fei’s original skin color was dying and could be seen by the naked eye!

Why was this happening?!

Horror floated onto Sharjah’s face. No, no, it shouldn’t be this way. Everything should have gone smoothly. There was no adaptive time needed, which was the most difficult part, and it was executed perfectly just now…

What had gone wrong?

“Professor! There’s no production of the special protease. There are still two sets of mechanisms, one set of Zerg genes, and one set of human genes.”

Burrow shrieked. These results could only mean one thing.

Everything was for the ultimate fusion. Only a perfect fusion could give birth to a perfect new species. If not, it would just be a half-human monster, a downright failure!

Lear tossed around in pain in the culture tank. His body had begun to change. His chest and abdomen began shrinking sharply, followed by his head shrinking and then expanding. Theory was theory after all. This was the last step in human engineering, where no one had ventured before.

There were many words to describe pain, but this pain was indescribable. It originated from the core of his cells, from his genes.

It wasn’t transmitted through his nerves, so there was no way of stopping it. Lear could feel the effects of the sedative disappearing from his body. He couldn’t hear, but he could feel Burrow and Sharjah’s despair. It was a pitch black feeling, the kind of fear that would engulf him if he was alone in the darkness.

Despair was an emotion that could spread.

It was over, it failed.

So tired. He could feel every cell in his body vibrating, succumbing to death. He had no chance of being a monster at the very last stage.

It was over. He had tried, he had given his all; perhaps it was time for him to let go. So tired, he just wanted to throw everything away.

Why had he come to this stage? At this moment between life and death, at the very moment where he wanted to give up, Lear suddenly lost himself. What was all this for?

His path had been taken away by someone else. He had no other path to go to.

Yes, why did he not have a path?

NO!!!!!!

“I’m Lear, I’m Lear, I’m Lear, I’m Lear!!!”

What was his purpose for living, his purpose for fighting, his purpose for bending, and his purpose for change?

It was because he was Lear!

Not for his family, not for honor, only for himself. The unique Lear. He had to live even as a monster.

Even if he became a dog, or an ugly monster, he had a chance as long as he was alive!

SMACK…

A rippled broke out from within the tank.

The clear sky of the Holy City was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Lighting struck and the air became heavy. Those in the trial for the Son of Saint suddenly felt… repulsive. It was as though something had just risen out of hell like never before.

Lear’s will was separated from the pain, floating, like a soul with the wind into the fog. Direction?

He had never been lost. Now, there was nothing more to lose.

Bang…

The culture tank burst open!

A ripple went through the expressionless Great Elder’s eyes, a strange smile played on his lips.

The Saint had invested a lot into this heresy technology. There were hundreds of them, but were generally all child’s play. This time, however, the Saint seemed to have made something different.