From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 469 Precise Editing, The Blade Begins to Move

Whitney, are you really okay today?

Back home, Mrs. Whitman and Nicole were still in shock. What had happened in the restaurant had completely overturned their understanding of the world. The image of the mutated tarantula, as big as a fist, was still vivid in their minds.

terrible!

Why would something that only appears in horror movies appear in Smallville?
What happened to this world?
"Lana, we may have to leave Smallville for a while."

Upstairs, Whitney stood by the window, looking at the distant sunset with a serious and profound expression.

"Leave...leave?!"

"Hmm, my Force senses that someone is targeting me."

Whitney said, "Today's attack was probably aimed at me."

"They came for you?!"

“Yes, that bug’s target was me from the start,” Whitney said. “I could feel its killing intent.”

Lana's face paled, and she stepped forward to tightly grasp Whitney's hand, saying, "So you're leaving?!"

“Not just me, but you too, and it would be best to call Aunt Nicole as well.” Whitney turned around and took her hand. “It doesn’t matter if it’s targeting me, because that thing poses no threat to me. I’m worried about you and Mom. You’re both ordinary people, and you have no way to resist something like that. So, the best thing to do is to leave for now and come back when things are resolved.”

"this……!"

She thought Whitney was leaving, but to her surprise, it was Whitney who asked her to leave, which left her somewhat bewildered.

“Look, since the school is closed due to the fire, why don’t we transfer to the Metropolitan University and finish our high school education? That’s a good reason. As for Aunt Nicole…” Whitney paused for a moment and said, “Everyone knows about my relationship with you. She’s your aunt. If we all leave and she stays behind, it’s not safe for her. Let’s think of a reason to go to the Metropolitan University together.”

"But……"

“Lana, all of this is for your safety.” Whitney saw that Lana was still hesitant and gently patted her shoulder. “Ever since the superpower incident at school, I feel that this world is becoming more and more dangerous. In this dangerous world, your safety is the most important thing, understand?!”

“Yes!” Lana looked into Whitney’s eyes and nodded.

Ultimately, although she was the female protagonist of this world for a period of time, she was just a small-town girl. After most of the DC universe, her final life was just that of a small-town housewife in Smallville, with her own opinions, but not many.

After discussing it further, the two went downstairs to begin their persuasion.

————I am the dividing line————

The heavy lead alloy door slid open silently under the action of a hydraulic system, illuminating the interior with cold, incandescent light. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

In the center of the room was a massive cylindrical container made of multiple layers of reinforced glass and an unknown alloy. Inside, a miniature landscape simulating a jungle environment was arranged: damp soil, decaying wood, and moss. At this moment, the mutated tarantula lay quietly in the shadow of the decaying wood, its dark green carapace gleaming eerily under the light. Its eight scythe-like legs were slightly retracted, and its enormous compound eyes, like jewels embedded in an abyss, occasionally flashed with an unnatural green light.

Amanda Waller stood before the observation window, her hands clasped behind her back, her massive frame like a silent mountain. Several researchers in full protective gear stood beside her, one of whom was reporting preliminary analysis results.

“Supervisor, the preliminary autopsy and energy scan results are very…peculiar.” The researcher’s voice sounded somewhat muffled through the mask. “The target organism’s basic structure is indeed based on the native red-bellied wolf spider, but its gene sequence has been forcibly spliced ​​and rewritten by an unknown, highly aggressive exogenous gene fragment. This rewriting is not a natural mutation, but more like…precise editing by some force.” “Edited?” Amanda’s voice was low.

"Yes. The density and strength of muscle fibers have increased by at least 300%, and the hardness and toughness of the exoskeleton are close to those of special alloys. Most amazingly, it has a nervous system. We detected a weak but highly ordered bioelectric signal field, similar to... some kind of primitive collective consciousness node."

“Group consciousness?!” Amanda’s heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling rose from the depths of her heart.

The researcher switched screens to display a 3D rendering of the tarantula's internal structure, with several key nodes highlighted and shimmering with the distinctive deep green of kryptonite. "Kryptonite radiation is the key catalyst and energy source, but once the genes are stabilized, it can evolve autonomously."

"It can evolve on its own?!" Amanda gasped. "What would it look like if it completed its evolution?!"

"Based on our calculations, the volume should increase threefold, the exoskeleton will be significantly enhanced, and in addition...!"

"What else can he do?!"

"A special solution will form on the surface, allowing it to move freely underground..."

"You just mentioned some kind of primitive collective consciousness node?!"

"Yes." The researcher's face, beneath his protective suit, was also covered in cold sweat.

"To find the signal source through it?!"

“No,” the researcher shook his head. “Its biosignal field is incompatible with any control methods we know of. Forcibly implanting a chip or using neurodepressants could lead to evolutionary mutations, unpredictable consequences, or even self-destruction. It seems to only respond to…that signal source. We are working hard to analyze the structure of that biopheromone, but that takes time, and even if we succeed, replicating a pheromone that can deceive it…”

"No matter what, use all means to analyze the signal source. I need to know what the source of this anomaly is."

————I am the dividing line————

Night, in the woods outside Smallville

Grek Arkin moved like a ghost through the dense forest. Pale moonlight filtered through the gaps, casting dappled, distorted shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the earthy scent of humus, the subtle fragrance of night-blooming cereus, and… the faint pheromones produced by countless insects, imperceptible to most.

Deep in the jungle, Grek stopped, closed his eyes, and focused his mind. His spirit spread out like an invisible spiderweb, merging into the dark forest. At that moment, his senses were amplified infinitely, and his spirit spread out like an invisible spiderweb, merging into the dark forest. He was "listening," he was "filtering."

Beetles, moths, ants... their "sounds" are noisy yet faint.

“Not enough… they’re all too weak…” he muttered, his voice hoarse. He needed a more robust foundation template. “The Sky Eye Society has already discovered my work and will soon launch an investigation. They might even find out about my interest in insects just by checking the records, and I’ll be a suspect.”

At this moment, his mind was incredibly clear. With Kent definitely being taken away, he knew very well that for an organization like the Sky Eye Society, you didn't need to do anything wrong. As long as there was suspicion, they could capture you by force. And now, although he had superhuman strength through evolution, as long as he was mentally sound, he didn't think he could fight against all kinds of modern weapons. And those with mental problems wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Hiding in the jungle is not safe; I need more immediate and powerful combat capabilities."

Thinking of this, he gently raised his head, his gaze falling on a bush not far ahead. In the moonlight, a mantis far larger than its kind was quietly perched on a horizontal branch. It was nearly twenty centimeters long, its emerald green camouflage appearing exceptionally deep in the moonlight. Its triangular head slowly turned, its enormous scythe-like raptors folded in front of its chest, its posture elegant yet deadly.

“A deadly hunter,” he murmured slowly, walking toward the mantis and carefully placing his hand on its body.

(End of this chapter)