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The universe is vast and endless.

The light plane is just a small piece of dust in a corner.

Not many light years away from the light plane, there is also a plane that is developing quietly.

Aesop plane.

Yilanpu National Center for Life Evolution and Gene Science Research.

This research center is located in the second administrative star of the alliance. It looks ordinary on the outside. In fact, it is a diversified large-scale scientific research center integrating scientific research, life, consumption and entertainment.

5 a.m.

As soon as the stars rose from the ground, Zhonghai City had already ushered in dawn.

Under the morning light, the light energy energy station in the central area of ​​the city is like a layer of colorful light clothes, emitting a dreamy brilliance. This is the heart of a modern city and the source of all energy.

Research institutes, living areas, entertainment areas... are distributed scattered around the energy station like different organs. The crisscrossing suspended tracks are filled with mechanical cold light, connecting them together like blood vessels. From a distance, traffic flows like water and flows endlessly.

At this moment, in the water-like traffic, a young man wearing glasses, an ordinary-looking and ordinary-looking man was yawning sleepily in a taxi.

His name is Liu Peng, who specializes in gene analysis, gene stripping and introduction. He is a very inconspicuous young researcher in the Yilanpu National Center for Life and Gene Science.

Outside the car window, the huge holographic projection advertising area is rotating advertisements, sometimes health products advertisements, sometimes virtual game warehouse advertisements, and sometimes daily necessities advertisements.

The music and advertising slogans of the advertisement were transmitted into the car through the window, like a lullaby. Liu Peng became more and more sleepy as he listened, and he could hardly even open his eyes.

Suddenly.

A cute synthetic electronic sound rang in his ear: "Guest, your breakfast is here."

Liu Peng opened his eyes and saw a small cartoon-shaped flying robot floating outside the car window with a breakfast bag, blinking his big electronic eyes and looking at him eagerly.

Even though he knew that it was the program setting, he still felt a little better.

"In less than five minutes, the takeaway from the research center was still as powerful as ever." He was in a good mood and rubbed the flying robot's naked head, brushed the code and took off the breakfast bag, clicked the evaluation button on its chest, and gave a five-star praise.

The breakfast he ordered was milk and cakes. Breakfast restaurants like this that followed the crowd cannot afford expensive labor. The cakes are made by standard baking robots according to the procedures, and the milk is also synthesized according to the general formula. The taste is the same. Although it is not a bad thing, there is no surprise.

I quickly settled the breakfast, and soon the institute arrived.

The fully automatic suspended taxi slid into the track under the guidance of the navigation system. He opened the door and got out of the car and walked quickly into the research institute along the dedicated passage.

However, in order to keep the confidentiality policy, the head of the institute is the "Zhonghai Meat and Poultry Breeding Base"... I don't know which leader has his forehead been caught and has given such a disguised name for the high-end research institute.

This made Liu Peng get a huge negative bonus in finding a girlfriend. As he walked towards the laboratory, his heart was filled with scattered complaints.

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In the laboratory, the huge and precise quantum gene replica instrument is buzzing slightly, and the transparent tissue culture tubes suspended with different organs are constantly adjusting the liquid input under the monitoring of the system. The green light representing normal operation on the instrument flashes and looks pleasing to the eye against the bright white walls of the laboratory.

On the operating table next to it, the latest analysis map is displayed on the screen emitting fluorescent light. Several young researchers wearing white isolation suits are tirelessly checking various indicators over and over again, recording experimental data, and occasionally communicating in a low voice, with a short and powerful tone.

Busy, but orderly.

Suddenly, the heavy lead door of the laboratory slowly opened with a slight friction, and Liu Peng appeared outside the door in an isolation suit.

"Hey~ Liu Peng."

“Hi~”

Seeing that he came, the researchers behind the operating table greeted him familiarly. They were all old acquaintances, so there was no need to be too polite. They greeted him casually, and everyone went to work hard.

Liu Peng also cheered up to his position and replaced the researcher on duty on the night shift that had been around for the whole night.

"Looking at your listless look, you must have stayed up late last night to watch the virtual concert of Goddess Angel, right?" A young man with black hair and black eyes sat next to him. When he saw his condition, he instantly understood.

After thinking about it, he took out a green potion bottle from his pocket with a look of pain and stuffed it into his hand: "I was going to keep it for myself, it's a bargaining for you~"

"Energy potion?"

Liu Peng saw what was in his hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

The energy agent, whose full name is "cy-2 herbal extract preparation", is one of the latest products of Oriental International Pharmaceutical Company. It is actually a nourishing herbal preparation, but because it has a significant effect in replenishing energy and refreshing the mind, it is nicknamed "energy agent" by many scientific researchers.

Liu Peng stayed up all night, and seeing it was like seeing a savior.

He happily patted the young man on the shoulder: "Thank you, brother. When the rest time, I will invite you to dinner."

He poured energy potion, and the fatigue and nerve pain caused by staying up late were immediately wiped out. He became energetic and his energy became particularly abundant. He felt that he could last two more nights.

Liu Peng was so comfortable that he let out a long breath.

"Look at you like this~" the young man with black hair and black eyes shook his head, "It's about to come out, but he still dares to stay up late to watch a virtual concert. Are you not afraid of being caught and scolded by your boss?"

"Hey~ I'll be scolded if I get scolded~ I'll admit it for the sake of the goddess!" Liu Peng laughed, "You don't know how shocking the concert last night was. Goddess Angel's singing skills were absolutely amazing~ I was so excited... Especially her temperament, pure and beautiful, like an angel descending to earth."

When talking about his goddess, Liu Peng kept talking, and he was very tempted to talk about three days and three nights.

The young man shook his head helplessly.

While speaking, the quantum gene replica meter suddenly made a crisp reminder sound.

They are very familiar with this prompt sound.

All researchers in the laboratory were instantly excited and their dopamine levels rose rapidly.

"The result came out?"

"Hurry! Notify the boss!"

Everyone in the laboratory started to move. In a busy situation, a gray-haired old man received the notice and strode in.

The old man was majestic and had a strong aura. As soon as he entered the door, he asked majestic: "How is the situation?"

This old man is a top master in genetic research and Liu Peng's mentor. Nowadays, it is very common to call his tutor the boss.

"Boss, this is the latest result." Liu Peng, who was responsible for sorting the results, quickly entered the data he had just sorted into the chip and sent it respectfully. "The data shows that among the ten sets of gene fragments we copied, one of which can be perfectly embedded in the gene chain of the mecha warrior, with a rejection rate of less than 10%. Through the results obtained by simulation experiments, we can basically make a judgment that the set of genes dissociated from the ectopic natives more than ten years ago can indeed greatly improve human body strength and environmental adaptability."

Speaking of this, Liu Peng's expression became excited unconsciously: "Boss, we succeeded!"

"good!"

The old man's tone also rose a little further.

He carefully read the data, observed the tissue culture status and gene map analysis results in several partitions, as well as relevant data from simulation experiments, and carefully checked and confirmed several times before he smiled with confidence.

There is no problem with the experiment, so the rest is to submit a report and apply for the next step of the experiment.

"It's a pity that the samples and data are still too few. Otherwise, I would have enough reason to persuade the boss to agree to conduct clinical genetic experiments." The old man sighed with regret, but knew that there was nothing he could do about it.

Each of the mecha warriors is an elite carefully cultivated by the alliance and a hero with great military achievements. Without great confidence, it is absolutely impossible for the marshal to agree to let them conduct genetic experiments.

"I'll go and report to the marshal immediately."

He put away his chips and strode out the door, his mind firmer than ever before.

"No matter what, you must reopen the wormhole on that ectopic plane! If the genetic map of those natives can be completely cracked, the physical problems of the warriors that have plagued the alliance for many years will be solved!"

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Almost at the same time.

The ancient Duchy of Holy Violet, a Duchy of the Family that worshipped the great God of Light for generations, and the Holy Spirits emerged one after another among the ancestors of the Family.

At this time, the slightly dim sunlight poured into the old floor of the bedroom through the glazed windows.

The air was filled with the bitter taste of potions and some gloomy scent of corruption.

In this turbid air-drying Nuo bedroom, a thin old man with white hair and beard was lying on a luxurious bed with pain on his face.

He is Vernon, the king of the Duchy of Holy Violet.

However, the miracles have long disappeared in the past century. Duke Fern Leighton has never been influenced by the God of Light since his birth, so that his belief in the gods is extremely weak in his heart.

However, this did not affect his becoming a duke with great power. During his ascension, the principality's national strength was booming, the country was prosperous, the people were safe, and several controversial lost land were recovered.

It's just that the hero is old.

This is his bedroom. The more and more aggravated illnesses over the years have made him paralyzed in bed, so weak that he couldn't even get up alone.

Beside his sickbed, apart from a few old servants who looked a little timid in his daily life, more than a dozen powerful knights wearing armor and sharp swords were blocking the entire bedroom.

The bedroom, which was already a bit solemn, began to become more and more bleak because of these aggressive knights.

Among these knights, the one in the lead is a middle-aged and majestic man.

He was dignified, wearing plate armor, with a sharp sword hanging on his waist, and looked quite majestic, but there was no beard on his lips, and his bright face gave people a bit of coldness.

"My father, it's time to decide the heirs of our principality."

The middle-aged knight in charge stood in front of the sickbed with his sword in front of him.

This person is the second son of Fuller Leighton, the lord of the Duchy of Saint Violet.

The king Fern Leighton had two descendants in his life, the eldest son Wayne Leighton, the father of Daniel Leighton, and was once the first heir to the principality. Unfortunately, due to a war of foreign invasions, his wife and his wife unfortunately died and disappeared, so the title of the first heir fell on his son, Daniel Leighton.

However, Daniel Leighton once lost his talent and strength because of the possession of the Ring Spirit, which made his identity as the first heir always die in name only.

The second son of the king Fern Leighton, the subordinate of the Duchy of St. Violet, was not inherited. Even after the eldest son Wayon Leighton, many years after his unfortunate disappearance, the king Wayon still did not list him as the first heir.

Marquis Fuller was indignant for many years, and until today, all of this finally turned around.
To be continued...