Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 650 - 8: Gene Modification

"Buzz..."

The heavy alloy door slid open to both sides, revealing the spacious and tidy training base behind it.

"Come!"

Chris approached a large instrument and gestured with his hand:

"Punch it."

This was an instrument similar to a boxing force measurement device, with a solid ball suspended in front and an LCD screen behind.

Looking at the instrument in front of him, Barro was a bit at a loss.

"Hit here."

Chris patted the solid ball, clenched his hand into a fist, and suddenly struck out.

"Bang!"

The solid ball trembled greatly, transforming into blurred shadows, while the numbers on the LCD screen rapidly increased.

100!

200!

...

700!

The final displayed number was 773.

"The force of a punch from a normal adult male is between seventy and a hundred, a professional athlete can reach a hundred and fifty, and a top boxer might reach two hundred when going all out."

"Generally speaking, surpassing three hundred implies possessing extraordinary power."

Three hundred?

Upon hearing this, Barro pursed his lips, stood before the instrument, took a deep breath, and struck out with all his might.

"Bang!"

The numbers on the LCD screen jumped slightly.

74!

Barro looked embarrassed.

This figure, not mentioning compared to Chris, was also rather ordinary among adult males.

"Don’t be nervous."

Chris maintained a steady expression:

"You’ve just unlocked your attributes, so it’s normal not to have full control over your power. Relax, slowly feel your muscles, and strike when you’re ready."

"Hmm."

Barro nodded.

Following the other’s guidance, he controlled his breath, relaxed his mood, and slowly clenched his right hand.

Suddenly.

An inexplicable power surged from within his body, traversing between cells, blood, bones, and muscles.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

As Barro struck out with a punch, the solid ball in front of him vibrated rapidly, and the numbers on the LCD screen flickered quickly.

200!

300!

...

411!

"Not bad." Chris nodded slowly:

"With a punch like this, even a fierce tiger would be bewildered; an ordinary person simply couldn’t withstand it."

"Starting off with such strong power, your potential strength might exceed a thousand."

A thousand,

is a threshold for extraordinary power.

If not surpassed,

ordinary firearms can severely injure a transcendent.

Once exceeded.

Common firearms pose no threat to such an existence, and one can hold a position in the Night Watch Organization.

According to previous tier division, it’s the First Tier and Second Tier.

Chris himself is a Second Tier Transcendent.

Just now, he casually threw a punch of over seven hundred; a reckless punch could exceed two thousand, which equals Third Tier Transcendent power.

"This side measures speed."

At a circular arena, Chris pointed at the red line on the ground:

"Start running from the red line, the less time it takes to run around the arena reflects faster speed."

"A professional athlete can finish within thirty seconds."

"Give it a try."

At this moment, Barro was already interested, excitedly stretching his limbs, eager to get on the field.

"Same as before, adjust your breathing, mood, then exert all your strength to accelerate and run."

"Hmm."

Barro nodded.

Standing firm before the red line, with a low whistle, he rushed forward like a leopard.

Fast!

Faster!

...

Barro felt his blood almost boiling, and the scene reflected in his pupils distorted.

Space,

seemed to stretch.

"Stop!"

A loud shout interrupted the strange state, causing Barro’s legs to weaken as he kneeled on the ground, sweating.

"Six minutes and thirty-four seconds."

Chris was surprised:

"Your talent in speed is much stronger than in power, if flexibility also follows suit..."

"You are simply an excellent melee genius!"

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"Barro!"

Professor Carl, observing experimental data in the lab, turned around to look at the somewhat nervous Barro and nodded:

"It’s good you’re okay, your condition that day was really dire, recovering like this is simply a miracle."

Entirely burnt to charcoal, and still alive?

However, he didn’t plan to ask further.

"Lucky."

Barro scratched his head:

"Professor, what should I do now?"

He had been in a coma for nearly a month and wasted days being dragged around by Chris, and new people had arrived in the laboratory long ago.

The progression of experiments was also different from before.

"First, test your blood."

Carl gestured with his hand:

"The machines here are new; some need fingerprint unlocking and my latest blood verification."

"This..." Barro hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Okay."

After a tube of blood was drawn and fingerprints recorded, he quickly began familiarizing himself with the new laboratory.

As for Carl,

he went to the top floor.

"Monica."

Handing over Barro’s blood, he asked:

"Any issues?"

"What does Professor Carl think of gene-modified people?" Monica took the blood, licking her lips:

"I’m quite interested in this."

"Gene modification?" Carl’s expression didn’t change:

"Currently, the research on genes and genetics is not thorough, and it involves ethical taboos, making it hard to progress."

"Modifying at the genetic level is still unknown with unpredictable consequences, so I don’t agree."

"Hmm..." Monica squinted:

"Professor Carl should be able to guess, Professor Jim’s research direction could be used for gene modification."

"I’m talking about humans!"

?

Carl shook his head lightly:

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll go down."

"Alright!"

Monica sighed, watched Carl leave, then immediately opened the test tube containing the blood and licked it.

"Truly delicious blood!"

Licking her lips, Monica’s eyes turned red, and she stepped forward, disappearing instantly.

...

BHP Group’s office area.

Underground.

Two elders of the Remy family sat squarely on huge stone chairs, gazing at the floating blood in front of them.

"It truly succeeded."

One person spoke sullenly:

"Jim is indeed the most talented genius in related fields in recent decades."

"Grandfather."

Monica kneeled on one knee and said:

"Based on information from the Nightwatcher, Barro now possesses the strength of a giant elephant, the speed of a falcon, and the agility of a leopard."

"There’s evident improvement in resistance to blows, recovery power, and sensation, classified as a Legendary Knight under previous tier divisions."

"Giant elephant, falcon, leopard..." came a hoarse voice from above:

"They are all mundane creatures."

"Yes." Monica nodded:

"But these animals’ strengths concentrated in one body generate extraordinary power."

"Hmm..."

"An ant can carry objects dozens of times its size, perhaps Barro might manage it later."

"Regular creatures’ genes pose little threat to transcendent beings, only the genes of transcendent creatures would suffice," a voice echoed from above:

"What about the recruited backup?"

"Professor Carl’s research ability is undeniable." Monica nodded and continued:

"Unfortunately, I’ve tried asking several times, and he doesn’t intend to research along Professor Jim’s direction."

"Then locate Jim." came the voice:

"Using Barn and Jim’s daughter, we need to find him before the Nightwatcher does."

"If we can’t..."

"Then destroy!"

"Understood!"

Monica responded firmly.