Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 384 The Origin Gene Code: The Mist

Raleigh, California.

California, located on the west coast of the United States, has always been an economically developed country, and the famous Hollywood in Los Angeles is located here.

Louis had also been here, helped Hayley, met the Indian High Priest, acquired two Mother Monsters, and even destroyed a demon cult, so he had quite a rich experience.

However, He did not come here this time to revisit old haunts or reminisce about the past.

As an orthodox deity, and especially as a new god whose followers are mainly located in America, Louis's teleportation speed is extremely fast.

Within seconds of sending it, it broke through space and arrived in Raleigh, California.

A dark rift opened up in the space, and Louis's figure appeared and disappeared in it, but he did not completely walk out. Instead, his gaze kept circling around the ground.

"This feeling of being a fellow administrator... yes, it must be a god, but..."

Louis hesitated, unable to determine the other party's state. The other party's aura was always fluctuating, and although it leaned towards the earth element, which is theoretically the most substantial, this "god" gave him a feeling of being rootless and adrift.

Moreover, the location of this god is somewhat strange, as if it is constantly changing. Sometimes it appears below the town, and sometimes it disappears and appears in the direction of Washington.

This left Louis completely confused.

"Hmm? What's this underground, a seal?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

As Louis's perception deepened, he discovered that deep within the earth, black chains coiled and wrapped around the body, controlling the deity while simultaneously preventing Him from being completely assimilated by the earth—a form of both control and protection…

After realizing that the situation here might be more complicated than I had imagined.

To better observe the situation, Louis withdrew all his divine power, hiding within a spatial rift, his gaze sweeping over the land.

soon.

He then saw what was happening below.

……

Inside the institute.

Dr. Ono looked at the increasing number and sophistication of the experimental subjects and felt a surge of excitement; he was only one step away from success.

The human body has approximately 2 to 2.5 genes. These are the coding genes responsible for various human functions and are the key to determining human behavior and genetic material.

Now, through extensive computer calculations and his research on the original genetic code, these genetic codes have been rewritten and forcibly bound together multiple times by Misty's resurrection ability. After being resurrected hundreds of times in different humans, this special original genetic code has become completely stable.

This is the end.

The perfect plan has reached its final stage; all that's needed is to find a suitable platform.

That will be a truly new kind of human being.

Free from disease, perpetually calm, able to regulate the evolutionary capabilities of one's own genes, and able to significantly develop the brain to enhance learning speed...

It has so many advantages.

But fate is fair, or rather, the world is pyramid-shaped; the more powerful, the fewer there are.

Such a new generation of humans also has its flaws.

First, their true reproductive capacity has been greatly weakened, and they can only rely on gene infection to create "children".

Secondly, they are prone to developing non-disease-related conditions, such as psychic disorders, extrasensory perception, or hyperthymesia, or special conditions or talents, which can cause them considerable distress.

Finally, the selection criteria are very strict; without a sufficiently strong body, it is difficult to withstand this set of genetic codes.

However, all of this was already part of Ono's plan. Now, a large group of strong and muscular soldiers, all of whom were selected through multiple rounds of screening, were standing outside the research institute's laboratory.

However, before starting the final experiment, the excited Ono didn't notice a corner.

Forgotten and seemingly depressed, a strange light flashed in Misty's eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, making her look eerie and strange.

next second.

Ono's subordinate, who was about to begin the final experiment, paused, a thought and a doubt rising in his mind. Or rather, this doubt had been there for a long time, but at this moment it inexplicably spread through his mind like wild grass.

Ono took a deep breath, glanced at the blocked signal, and quickly dialed a number.

Beep beep—beep beep—

As Dr. Ono waited anxiously, the call was connected, but the voice on the other end...

His expression changed from tense and joyful to astonishment, pain, and even anger!
Drop drop drop.

His watch suddenly flashed, and Dr. Ono immediately hung up the phone, restored the signal, and calmly tested the genetic code in his hand.

His assistant also seemed to pass by the door by chance at that moment.

After the assistant walked away.

Ono's face contorted into a ferocious grimace.

He put down the reagent in his hand and took the elevator straight to the deepest floor.

Biological experiments always involve a lot of field testing, and animals can certainly be used at the beginning, especially mice. The fact that this animal has become a standard in major laboratories naturally has its advantages.

But what he was doing was not an ordinary experiment, and the mice soon became insufficient to meet the demand.

Therefore, after improving security as much as possible.

Human trials have begun.

Those soldiers in the science corps were already relatively successful experimental subjects; the real failures were far more miserable, and even the failures were kept to continue contributing.

These failed experiments were held in the lowest level of the research institute.

With the highest authority, he passed through layers of guards without any trouble and arrived at the white iron gate. In his eyes, this white gate was like the legendary gate to hell. As long as he walked in, he could face the sins he had committed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

He muttered to himself.

He only wanted to prove his worth and bring peace to his hometown at the beginning, so why did he end up like this?

Ono's eyes were filled with pain.

Born in Africa, a land of small countries and war, he was fortunate to have capable parents, receive a decent education, demonstrate his intelligence, and be nurtured. He then took the meager foreign exchange from his small country to America, the legendary land of freedom known as the beacon of light.

Then came discrimination, insults, and oppression—everything was different from what was advertised on the leaflets.

The equality here is only lip service. When others see him, no one would think he is a highly educated person, especially wealthy white people.

He suffered greatly, but carrying the hopes of his hometown, he still studied hard; knowledge was the only thing he could do.

He succeeded.

He became a PhD, and in this America where discrimination is rampant, God knows how much effort it took him to get to that point.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted to help his hometown achieve peace and end famine, so he devoted himself to botanical research. But before he could achieve any results, news came back that his hometown, a small African country, was in the midst of famine.

After that, he sold himself to the Administration, offering his research findings in exchange for aid to his hometown; the Perfect Plan was his biggest bargaining chip.

The collaboration has been good over the years, and he always gets good news from his parents over the phone.

However, he had just blocked the signal and made a call to his friend via satellite phone, only to receive a message that infuriated him.

The management bureau is lying to him!
Or rather, they didn't lie to him at first and did provide some assistance, especially to his parents and his place of residence.

But just six months ago, a small oil field was discovered on the edge of the small country, bordering another country, and everything changed.

The United States took the initiative, sending troops to take over the country under the guise of a military base, and a fierce war broke out with that country. Although that country was only an African nation, it had considerable military strength and a geographical advantage, which successfully prompted the United States to increase its military investment.

Because of its remote location and difficulty in resupply, the military adopted a policy of obtaining food locally.

Therefore, Ono's hometown, being a small country, became the biggest loser in this war.

A nationwide famine has broken out, and countless people have starved to death.

Ono's parents received food and protection, but in return, they had to lie to their son.

and so.

It's been six months. He's been working for an executioner who's ruined his hometown!
"I regret."

"But I will never regret what I am doing now."

Ono's eyes were clear.

He has come to terms with reality.

Or rather, I've been deceiving myself all along.

Living in the country with the most military bases in the world, we should have seen through its true colors long ago.

Peace?

Should the executioners who started wars and profited immensely from them advocate for peace?

That's a lame joke.

Ono pushed open the door with a relieved look in his eyes.

The button was pressed.

puff-

One by one, the special glass covers began to open.

A large number of monsters rushed out.

The scorpion fly, a hybrid of a wasp and a scorpion, about the size of a small bird, climbs along the pipes using its five pairs of legs.

The hound-sized black spider, the Grey Widow, with its head adorned with a twisted human skull pattern, immediately began laying eggs frantically with its modified abdomen as soon as it emerged. One by one, the little spiders hatched rapidly, while it spun silk and spun webs, seemingly trying to turn this place into its nest.

Strangely, none of them chose to attack Ono.

Ono stared blankly at the scene. He walked up to a scorpion fly, but the fly ignored him completely.

"why?"

Ono didn't understand, but the monsters he released were not limited to these.

As soon as hundreds of four-winged, pterodactyl-like eagles flew out, they immediately began their hunt, devouring scorpion flies and little gray widows.

A fierce battle broke out among the three parties in the warehouse of failed products.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! !

At this moment, the alarm finally went off.

But when the guards arrived, they were all swallowed up by a huge, fleshy tentacle with sharp teeth and claws, and they couldn't even get through the door.

Simultaneously.

I don’t know when it started.

The increasingly dense fog began to rise from the ground.

Deep inside the warehouse.

Ono watched as the fleshy little creatures devoured inorganic matter, spewing out thick white mist. A low-flying winged hawk swooped past, a small gray widow clutched in its talons. Not far from the ground, a scorpion fly relentlessly attacked the winged hawk with venom, but its fragile carapace was no match for the hawk's sharp claws and teeth...

These monsters have formed a simple and subtle ecosystem, but it's all meaningless. Although they can grow quickly once they leave the cabin and come into contact with air and matter, their genetic breakdown will also accelerate significantly.

This was destined to be short-lived.

In addition, Ono discovered that some orc monsters with human forms were heading in another direction.

Ono looked over and found that it was the location of the emergency exit. Going up the tunnel would lead to the surface. Clearly, although these orcs were failures, they still retained some intelligence.

They wanted to live.

"Forget it, anyway, it's all over now. Let's make a scene and expose it all to the world!"

Ono walked over, opened the emergency exit, and then took off his protective suit.

Watching the monsters surge towards it.

Yet not a single monster chose to attack him; all the monsters avoided him and ran away.

Ono stands alone among the monsters.

He stood there dumbfounded, then suddenly let out a loud roar.

"Kill me! Kill me!! Kill me!"

However, no monster attacked him.

"Waaaaah... Kill me..."

Ono collapsed to his knees, utterly powerless.

Regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. Without the excuse of helping his hometown to sustain him, his conscience had gone mad.

The pitch-black underground.

Humans kneeling.

A running monster.

Who exactly is the monster?

……

Honoré's entire life was a mistake.

He wavered between pain and inner turmoil.

Even now, he may still regret the choices he made.

Because, apart from those that could still maintain a human form, the failed products of these biological experiments had long since lost their intelligence, leaving only the most bloodthirsty and impulsive instincts.

At this moment, birds escape their cages and fish enter the sea, instantly revealing their true nature.

Predation, reproduction, survival—a recurring cycle.

And what is the most abundant species on this land? It goes without saying.

Not to mention that there is a town not far above the research institute—Raleigh.

Now, they're in big trouble.

Just then, the weather suddenly changed, and a torrential downpour began.

Large raindrops pounded the ground, gathering into streams that flowed down into the sewers. Pedestrians hurried home, complaining about the inaccurate weather forecast, but no one noticed that a thick fog accompanied the downpour.

The fog gradually spread and quickly enveloped the entire town.

A pedestrian, who had just returned from a robbery, cursed at the weather, looked around, and prepared to take shelter from the rain in a convenience store.

But he had just taken a step.

A thick, black scorpion tail pierced his abdomen, and the venom quickly infected his entire body, causing his skin to swell. Then, two more scorpion tails attacked.

Snapped!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The torrential rain covered everything, and even a bloody trail left by someone being dragged quickly disappeared without a trace.

A hunt has begun.

……

Louis, who had watched the whole thing, took out a bag of sweetened popcorn and began to chew it with relish.

"Is this 'The Mist'?"

"So, could this disaster be related to that 'god'?"

(End of this chapter)