Crossing the stars, I live-streamed my cultivation in kindergarten

Chapter 419 Losing control
Since an accident has occurred, we should find out the cause.

Therefore, Dr. S, who has recently been obsessed with studying Frederick's "limit tolerance", has to once again focus his research on Jiang Yuxi.

This includes, but is not limited to, blood tests, mental capacity tests, and full-body scans.

Naturally, no problems could be detected.

The blood test was done on blood that had no spiritual energy. It's not that the test couldn't detect anything, but it was quite good. Combined with other full-body examinations, it showed that all her indicators were within the standard range, which is great. In short, she has a good appetite and is in great health. It's no wonder that this is a high-end laboratory that gathers elites. It is more meticulous, thorough and accurate than a regular physical examination.

As for spiritual power, which cultivator isn't adept at controlling their spiritual sense? Besides, the chubby baby who carried most of her spiritual sense isn't here, so it's no wonder they can't detect anything. All they can detect now is that her spiritual power is worse than a typical B-level cultivator. Although she rose from the "destroyed" E-level to B-level, which is a huge turnaround, it's not uncommon for beastmen to have done it before, so it's not surprising at all.

In general, Jiang Yuxi seems to be only exceptionally talented in stabilizing and purifying mental energy; otherwise, she is not worth mentioning.

This is different from what Dr. S predicted.

Dr. S didn't believe it.

"Something must have gone wrong."

He paced back and forth restlessly, like a caged beast.

Researcher A stared blankly at the scene before him, increasingly puzzled.

What's wrong with Dr. S lately?
Why am I becoming increasingly impatient?
Over the years, no matter what problems he encountered, he never showed any extreme emotional fluctuations. Even after being controlled by Milia, he did not fly into a rage after regaining his senses. Instead, he made a little effort to send Milia to the sea tribe to be a princess, completely cutting off Milia's chance to have close contact with him and control him again.

For Dr. S, who likes to control everything, this is something that is absolutely intolerable in his beastly life, but even so, Dr. S has never been so emotionally agitated as he is now.

It seems there was a time before that, when their alliance's insect messengers and members were attacked by an unknown force, losing nearly 70% of their forces. Dr. S didn't show his emotions as he does now, but instead calmly issued a series of orders and continued to plan for the future.

Oh, and the time before that...

Dr. S's emotions had always been stable. When did they start to change, and why did these unstable emotions increase day by day, eventually leading to the way they are now?

Seems to be……

Since Subject One arrived at the lab?

Researcher A felt as if something had flashed through his mind, but upon further reflection, he couldn't quite grasp it. In the end, he could only conclude that "Dr. S really values ​​Subject Number One!"

On the wall, the whining insect, which had been sneaking around and pretending to be an unconscious, defective insect, blinked its tiny eyes, which were many times smaller than sesame seeds, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The tears kept welling up in my mind: "Waaah, thank goodness I wasn't found out, otherwise my master would have turned me into dried worms! Waaah, I have to hold it in, I absolutely have to hold it in! I can't whimper, waaah, waaah, or I'll definitely be turned into dried worms! My master and her partner are the best at making dried worms! Waaah, I can't cry, they'll find out! But this stuff tastes so awful! What kind of liquid is this? Ugh, ugh, ugh—"

Dr. S quickly flipped through the examination and experimental reports from the past few days. "How is this possible? No changes at all? Physical fitness standards, mental strength test grade B standard—it has no effect whatsoever..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, something must have gone wrong..."

Dr. S became increasingly agitated.

Only Researcher A dared to say something at this time.

"Doctor, could it be that we really misjudged the situation? The changes in those cubs, and the advancement of the female beastmen's mental power, might not be due to Subject One, but rather because... is it possible that it's due to something about Planet Esther itself?"

"Doctor, that's very possible. If it's because of Planet Esther, then it makes sense. After all, it was said before that Planet Esther might have top-quality mineral veins, and those high-ranking officials fought tooth and nail for them back then..."

"That's not right either. Those noble elites who were stationed on Star Esther before have either died or suffered mental breakdowns. The higher the rank of the warrior, the more likely they are to have problems. So where did things go wrong?"

"That's right, it's those articles by Subject One! The way those articles are written sounds a lot like the language of a certain country in the old days of Earth. It must be because of that, otherwise our subject wouldn't have had her mental strength stabilized just because she read an article and tapped a piece of wood... That's it, it must be because of that! It's not because of Subject One!"

For Dr. S, who is currently in a state of extreme emotional instability, Researcher A's words of comfort felt more like a sarcastic remark.

It was ironic that he abandoned one or three S-class female test subjects for a mermaid princess who was already ruined;

They abandoned a bear cub that was as fat as some ancient creature for the sake of a mermaid princess who had no research value.
Not only that, there were also three teams of S-rank Insect Masters, countless high-rank Insect Masters, and mid-to-low-rank Insect Masters lost at the hands of the Mermaid Princess...

All of this points to him being a fool, a complete and utter fool.

At this moment, Dr. S seemed to have returned to the past. Back then, he wasn't called Dr. S. His name was Nicholson, the sole heir of the Brown family, a marginal noble family in the Federation. He was exceptionally talented and regarded by the family as the hope for their rise.

However, his talent was insignificant compared to that group of top aristocratic elites.

They mocked his mistakes, mocked his incompetence, mocked him as a hopeless case that even if they tried to lift him up, he would be of no use...

Later, he killed the noble youths who had insulted him.

Cruelly, they destroyed their mental strength, making them consciously feel themselves being devoured piece by piece by the ferocious beast until their very last moment...

They were indeed all elites far superior to him. If their talents weren't that high, even if he tried his best to maintain their vitality, they wouldn't be able to live long enough to experience the pain before their heads were swallowed up.

Thinking of this, Dr. S's eyes were already brimming with tears, as if affected by his intense emotions, or perhaps trying to escape...

Unaware that something unknown was quietly spreading within his body, Dr. S, who was so engrossed in his own thoughts, found that the high-level male insects that he had regarded as divine beings and had diligently "protected his body" for hundreds of years were now avoiding these things, even showing a hint of fear and an instinct to submit.