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However, after aligning with the world's mainstream mixed-race population, the patriarch Masamune Tachibana, in order to break free from the control of the European Secret Party, defied public opinion and launched the Evolution Drug project.
Everyone looked at Shigeo Miyamoto, the head of the Ganryu Research Institute and the Evolution Drug Project.
After a moment of contemplation, Miyamoto Shigeo told the truth: "We have developed a prototype medicine. The raw material is the fetal blood of a third-generation true dragon."
According to our analysis of the rock flow, if this prototype potion were given to an A-grade hybrid, it could refine the hybrid's bloodline to S-grade or even higher if successful.
The only problem is that the technology behind this prototype serum is not mature, and it has a higher probability of turning an A-grade hybrid into a Deadpool.
"And what happens after dilution?" an elder asked.
"How many times should it be diluted?" Miyamoto Shio asked in return.
"ten times."
“Then there’s a high probability that it will turn ten A-level hybrids into Deadpools.” Miyamoto Shigeo spread his hands.
Bloodline refinement technology is not that simple.
If simply diluting extracted blood from the fetus or heart of a dragon could reduce risks and toxicity, then S-grade blood would be everywhere and A-grade blood would be worthless.
Dilution also requires specific techniques and methods, much like materials science research, which is quite challenging.
"Give me the medicine. I'll go deal with John Wick first. Mr. Ryoma will stay in the middle and prepare for hunting down the Yamata no Orochi if I fail." Genji said without hesitation.
Having already mentioned the risks, and knowing that the other party, as the young master of the Snake Clan, had some understanding of the research progress of evolution drugs, Miyamoto Shigeo didn't waste any more words.
"How much?"
"Keep a small portion for research samples, and give me the rest."
"I'll go get it right away."
Miyamoto Shigeo immediately stood up. The prototype drug was kept in the research institute, and only he, the person in charge, and a few high-ranking officials could access it. It would take a lot of time to go back and forth.
Yuan Zhisheng's time is very precious now, and he cannot afford to waste even a moment.
Everyone in the office busied themselves, carrying ammunition to the rooftop for Genjiro and seeing him off. Everyone's expression was solemn, as if Genjiro wasn't going to Sumeru to fight the humanoid dragon king, but rather to be a pilot carrying out the Kamikaze Project.
In fact, it does.
To date, no one knows whether the prototype potion can elevate Genji's bloodline to a level comparable to the humanoid dragon king, and no one knows whether there is really only one humanoid dragon king on the Sumeru Throne side.
Furthermore, the Prototype Potion is ultimately not stable enough. Even if Genjiro is an emperor, he may not be able to withstand the toxicity of the Prototype Potion and avoid turning into a demon or a Deadpool.
In short, the risks of this mission are not much less than those of pilots carrying out the kamikaze mission.
Yuan Zhisheng lit another cigarette and forced a relaxed smile: "Smile a little. You guys are all so serious, it's making me a little nervous."
Everyone still looked serious.
Ryoma Genichiro patted Genjiro on the shoulder: "Want to go see the head of the family and Erii?"
"No, there probably won't be enough time."
Genji shook his head, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Is Erii asleep?"
"After dinner, we've been playing video games. Yasha brought back an Idolmaster arcade machine for Erii from Akihabara," Sakura Yabuki replied.
A thoughtful and beautiful girl should be understanding. While everyone was busy seeing Genjiro off and carrying ammunition, Sakura Yabuki had already inquired about Erii's situation.
The sensible Erii has given up her plan to run away from home and has become an idol producer with the goal of cultivating the number one idol in Japan, focusing all her efforts on nurturing Amami Haruka in the game.
"The Idolmaster, why are the names of fighting games these days so otaku-esque?" Genji was completely baffled.
As someone who doesn't play games much, Genjiro's concept of arcade games is still stuck in the era of "The King of Fighters" and "Street Fighter".
"It's not a fighting game; it's a game that combines roguelike and simulation elements. People who can't play it will find it boring and unplayable, but those who can will become increasingly addicted. This kind of arcade game is very popular in Akihabara right now, and our club is also involved in related projects," Sakura Yabuki patiently explained to Chisei Gen.
What is a meat pigeon?
Genjiro still didn't understand. Of all the things Yabuki Sakura said, he only understood one word: "addictive".
"Don't let Erii stay up too late, and at 10 o'clock, please say goodnight to Erii for me."
If I…
Yuan Zhisheng suddenly became speechless, unsure whether he should continue speaking.
If Genjiro doesn't come back, how should I explain it to Erii?
There is no girl in the world more innocent and pure than Erii. She doesn't even know the concept of gender. It was only because Tachibana Masamune and Genji told her that she was a girl and couldn't do those things that Erii did them.
But she still didn't understand those concepts; she just listened to her father and brother's instructions.
How can we help this girl understand the concept of death, and how can we help her understand what the death of a loved one really means?
Perhaps even God doesn't know the concept of this problem.
Genji stood outside his sister's room, with the high-ranking members of the Snake Clan behind him. The large group of people in the hallway remained silent.
In the end, Genjiro still couldn't figure out the answer to that question, and he didn't knock on his sister's door. In the end, he chose to leave without saying goodbye.
Under a gloomy sky and howling winds, more than twenty hours later, another Apache attack helicopter, under the watchful eyes of all Tokyo residents, tourists, and media, drove into the new accommodation and landed on the roof of the Genji Heavy Industries building.
The hatch opened, and Sakura Yabuki and the others tossed boxes of equipment that Genji might need onto the helicopter: portable missile launchers, high-explosive grenades, heavy machine guns, and alchemical swords with impressive provenance...
Miyamoto Shigeo returned and handed a silver-gray briefcase to Genjiro.
Yuan Zhisheng opened the briefcase. On the far left was a test tube-shaped container, which seemed to be made of some kind of translucent bone. Inside, there was about ten milliliters of space, and the original golden potion was crystal clear.
On the right side of the suitcase were a bunch of miscellaneous medical supplies, including special syringes, needles, and special sustained-release capsules.
"How exactly do you use this thing?"
The propeller roared, whipping up a fierce wind, and Genji asked loudly.
"Theoretically, it can be used in any way."
Miyamoto Shigeo pointed to the pile of medical supplies and explained: "Topical application, oral administration, intramuscular injection, subcutaneous injection, no matter how you use it, it will be effective. The only difference is the utilization rate of the drug. The higher the utilization rate, the stronger the toxicity, and the lower the utilization rate, the higher the stability."
understood.
Without saying a word, Genjiro took out a syringe from his briefcase, attached a needle, and inserted it into the container to extract the original drug.
Miyamoto Shigeo then thoughtfully offered advice: "Young Master, you are, after all, the Emperor. Considering that John Wick is a humanoid dragon king, you could actually adopt a more radical approach, such as rectal absorption."
See those sustained-release capsules? They're for both use, as capsules and suppositories..."
You son of a bitch, it's not even certain whether I can come back, and you still want to ruin my reputation in my later years?
Genjiro was speechless. He glared fiercely at Miyamoto Shigeo, pulled out all the original potions from the container, rolled up his sleeve, found a vein, and injected the potion.
Miyamoto Shio immediately fell silent.
Intravenous injection > Respiratory ingestion > Rectal absorption > Intramuscular injection > Subcutaneous injection > Oral administration > Topical application.
The utilization rate of drugs absorbed rectally can reach 50-90%, while the utilization rate of drugs injected intravenously is 100%.
The potent prototype drug entered Genji's bloodstream directly, instantly turning his sharp, knife-like eyes into a molten, crimson-gold color, its radiance becoming blinding.
"Goodbye."
Yuan Zhisheng was trembling all over. After the injection, he pulled out the syringe, threw it back into his briefcase, and turned to climb into the helicopter.
Chapter 154 Leaving the Gate
"41, 43, 47."
"53, 59, 61, 67."
“71、73、79、83、89、97。”
Having just taken his medicine, Gao Kui lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, counting even more lonely numbers.
Prime numbers are natural numbers that can only be divided by 1 and themselves; they are solitary numbers. Father Pucci, the main antagonist in the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure series' Stone Ocean arc, has a habit of counting prime numbers.
Whenever he felt restless or uneasy, Father Pucci would find peace in prime numbers.
Gao Kui tried it, but it was completely useless.
A little over an hour ago, shortly after talking on the phone with Makoto Aso after school, Takagi suddenly felt inexplicably agitated and restless.
This sudden anxiety is common in ordinary people. Accumulated stress, changes in environment, and hormonal changes can all cause a person to suddenly become anxious and restless, and it is even more common in Gao Kui.
Chu Zihang said that the effects of the medicine might have worn off, and that it was time for Gao Kui to take his medicine. Caesar nodded in agreement, thinking that it was time for Gao Kui to take his medicine.
After taking the medicine, Gao Kui's condition did not improve, but unfortunately it did not worsen either. This limbo left Chu Zihang at a loss, unsure whether to adopt conservative treatment measures or radical management measures.
“2, 3, 5, 7…” Gao Kui started counting prime numbers again from the beginning.
"Why not count after 97?" Caesar asked.
When Gao Kui was counting prime numbers, Caesar was also silently counting prime numbers in his mind. After 97, there was 101. However, Gao Kui did not count beyond 97. Was there any special reason for this?
"I only memorized prime numbers up to 100." Gao Kui told the truth. He had not memorized any three-digit or four-digit prime numbers after 97. His elementary school math teacher only allowed him to memorize numbers up to 100.
Although prime numbers after 100 can be calculated, Gao Kui has no interest in doing so, nor the focus to do so; he can't even concentrate on anything right now.
"Fuck you!"
When he counted to 47 again, Gao Kui couldn't continue. He suddenly sat up in bed, gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and punched through the wall next to the bed while cursing.
The boy clenched his fists and knelt on the bed, writhing restlessly like a silkworm in its cocoon. He was sweating profusely and felt uncomfortable all over. He desperately wanted to smash or break something, as only doing so could relieve the inexplicable pressure that he couldn't tell whether it came from his body or his mind.
Chu Zihang and Caesar both realized that something was wrong.
Over the past period, Gao Kui has shown signs of illness, but his previous episodes were merely sudden feelings of loss and melancholy, without any violent tendencies or aggression towards others.
At this moment, Gao Kui's symptoms were no different from those of a drug addict experiencing withdrawal. In short, the symptoms of a pathological mental illness and the symptoms of drug withdrawal are completely identical.
New-era reading materials can damage the nervous and endocrine systems in the human body, causing dysfunction of the nervous and physiological systems during withdrawal. As a mental patient, Gao Kui's nervous and physiological systems were already dysfunctional.
This pain and torment will not be affected by the strength of one's will.
"I'm going to find Professor Guderian!" Caesar dashed out of the dormitory, closing the door behind him to prevent other students in the building from spying on Gao Kui's situation.
Chu Zihang quietly moved to the bedside and reached under the pillow, where there was a vial of nerve-sedative. It was given to him by Angers before he came to Japan. Angers instructed him to inject Gao Kui with it when he thought Gao Kui was about to lose control.
According to Angers, the sedative was extremely potent; even diluted tenfold, it could paralyze the nervous system of an adult Asian elephant within five seconds. It is said that after the injection, Gao Kui would tilt his head and fall asleep like a baby.
"It was you who wanted to separate, so let's separate..."
Just as Chu Zihang's hand touched the sedative, Gao Kui's phone rang on the bedside table. The boy picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, and instantly calmed down, his eyes becoming much clearer.
"Moses Moses?"