Otherworldly Affairs Office

Mr. Mu watched coldly as everything unfolded inside the conference hall, inwardly sneering repeatedly, yet outwardly appearing as calm as a breeze and said, "Since everyone is here, I'll announce the organization's latest research and next steps." After he finished speaking, he gestured with his hand and a female secretary entered carrying a notebook and a projector.

After completing the adjustments, with Mr. Mu's approval, a video from the notebook was clicked open and projected onto the massive backdrop wall of the meeting room.

As the video played, everyone in the venue was captivated by its contents, even Wang Yiyi, who had always been sitting upright, tilted his neck slightly and stared intently at the backdrop wall.

Inside the video, in the center of a large empty room, sat a chair. On it was tied a foreign Caucasian person dressed in camouflage. Soon, a doctor in a white coat entered and without regard for the person's vehement resistance, injected a shot into his body.

This injection scene occurred a total of four times. With each subsequent injection, the person on the chair visibly became more violent and struggled more fiercely. Changes appeared gradually on his body surface; the originally fair skin began to grow nauseating animal scales, eyes bloodshot, pupils dilated. Each injection required strengthening the binding measures to prevent him from breaking free.

After the last injection, several people entered and released the locks on the Caucasian person. The previously violent Caucasian now appeared exceptionally calm, pacing aimlessly around the room.

Immediately after, the screen flashed, the room's door opened again, and over twenty prisoners wearing handcuffs were forcibly pushed in. The door then closed, followed by the ceiling opening and dropping down a bunch of keys along with a pile of firearms and blades.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly rushed forward, and after much commotion, they finally unlocked their handcuffs with the keys. Then, without hesitation, they swiftly picked up the weapons from the ground to arm themselves, and after multiple failed escape attempts, began to shout angrily in the room.

"Kill the person in the middle of the room, and you can be released." An English command echoed inside the cell.

The twenty-odd people looked at the monster wandering back and forth in the center of the room and exchanged glances. Ever since entering the room, they had noticed this monstrosity, but his terrifying appearance scared everyone from getting close.

Now, forced by the command, they had no choice but to confront him directly. After several attempted communications proved fruitless, two of them could no longer contain themselves, stepped out of the crowd, and fired two rounds of bullets at the monster.

Upon being struck by several bullets, the monster instantly went berserk and charged at the shooters, delivering a punch to one man's body. The beast's claws pierced straight through the target's abdomen. It gripped, twisted inside the body, and pulled out, dragging intestines along with a gush of blood. The struck man lowered his head, watching the intestines pooling at his feet. His trembling hand attempted to raise the gun for a final resistance, yet the monster's sideways kick smashed into the wound, sending him flying and crashing into the wall, killing him.

Then, the monster reversed its grip, pressing another person's head, and pushed his body forward until he was slammed against the wall, leaving behind a red and white stain with a loud bang.

The remaining people, witnessing this scene, panicked and began shooting simultaneously, but to the monster, such attacks were no different from scratching through one's boots. Besides making him angrier, it served no other purpose. The enraged monster, like a tiger among sheep, slashed left and right, and in no time, the entire room left not a single living person except for him, not even complete human-shaped corpses.

After completing all of this, the bullet-ridden monster returned to calm, allowing the wounds to heal by themselves as it continued wandering aimlessly around the room.

Once the video playback ended, the venue fell into a brief silence. "He was an ordinary person before?" Du Guangyuan took a sip from his thermos cup and asked.

"Yes," Mr. Mu nodded in response.

Su Xiang took a drag of water smoke and asked, "How did you do it?"

"We injected him with a new serum developed by the Divine Desire Organization. This serum, which relies on extracting cells from supernatural beings and combining it with medicine from the Magic Realm, allows an ordinary person to possess the robust physique of a supernatural being. This is just the initial stage; next, we'll try experimenting with mixed abilities from multiple supernatural beings to create mutants capable of releasing supernatural abilities," Mr. Mu said cheerfully, simultaneously fanning with his hat.

Wang Xishu ran his fingers back and forth on his smooth scalp, smacking his lips and asked, "How do you control them? Surely, they wouldn't only react passively?"

Mr. Mu put down his straw hat, took out a cigarette box from his coat pocket, lit a cigarette, and fiddled with the lighter answering, "After the first injection, the test subject's willpower begins to weaken. At this point, any random psychic can initially control him. With each subsequent injection, the control force strengthens, and after the final shot, they can completely obey the psychic."

Continuing to play with a Rubik's cube, Liang Guangsheng snorted coldly without raising his head and said, "It's convenient for you, Su Shen Gun."

"Defects then? Such forced alterations can't be without flaws, right?" Fu Rui asked, tilting her neck.

"The experiment subject's lifespan is significantly shortened, the body damage irreversible, surviving up to three years. Any intense battle would shorten this time. Oh, by the way, if the test subject is a trained soldier or a physically fit athlete, their combat power will be even more astounding."

Wang Yiyi, who hadn't spoken, finally spoke up asking, "When can we get this serum?"

Zhi Rou then noticed Wang Yiyi's voice was unexpectedly clear and pleasant, casting him a few extra glances to find that beneath his unkempt appearance lay a rather delicate face.

"This time, I'm here to distribute this serum to you all, in preparation for the organization's next larger-scale activities domestically," Mr. Mu continued brushing off the ash from his cigarette and further instructed, "Next, we'll make further arrangements for the combat plan targeting the Investigation Bureau, namely... ."

Before Mr. Mu could finish speaking, Han Lihu, who had been silent since the beginning of the meeting, stood up and interrupted, "Hold on, Mr. Mu. Next action? May I ask if the organization's next move is to directly confront the Investigation Bureau?"

Mr. Mu's expression flashed with a hint of displeasure and fierceness at the abrupt interruption. He sat upright, extinguished the cigarette butt he held, and asked Han Lihu, "Almost. Do you have any questions?"

"Of course not, I just want to ask clearly on behalf of all present," Han Lihu stood stiffly, speaking righteously.

Witnessing this scene, Wang Yiyi retracted his straightened legs, wrapping his small body around his knees, sitting in the Grandmaster Chair with his head resting on his knees, and watched the two with a playful look on his face.

Mr. Mu looked around at everyone present and asked, "So, is this the intent of everyone here?"