They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 391 Alien vs. Kamen Rider
Another month has quietly passed.

The zeroth sterile ward of the highest-level private medical center under the Wieland-Yutani Corporation has an atmosphere so solemn it's almost like a temple.

This place doesn't admit ordinary patients, but rather those critically ill patients who are at the very top of the death list and have been completely abandoned by modern medicine.

They were also among the first batch of clinical trial subjects for Zhang Qi's "Cyclic Human Project".

Through a thick one-way viewing glass, several board members, who usually only appear in financial news, held their breath and watched everything happening in the ward.

A middle-aged man who was once paralyzed in bed due to muscular dystrophy and whose vital signs were so weak that he could die at any moment is now lying steadily on the operating table.

The surgery was complete, and his chest and limbs were covered with fine bio-gel patches. Countless data streams flowed through these patches and into the central monitoring system next to him.

"Vital signs are stable, the neurological reconnection rate is 99.7%, and the tissue rejection reaction is below the threshold."

A researcher reported in a flat, descriptive tone, but to the board members, these figures were nothing short of divine pronouncements.

"Let him...move a little."

"One of the directors said in a dry voice."

The order was relayed. The middle-aged man on the hospital bed slowly raised his arm, his fingers spread, then clenched into a fist.

A simple action, so simple it couldn't be simpler, caused everyone in the observation room to gasp in surprise, indicating that the neural connection in the brain had been successfully established.

In the following days, miracles continued to unfold.

The patient, diagnosed with end-stage pulmonary fibrosis and dependent on machines for breathing, ran a terrifying 100-meter dash in seven seconds on a closed track after receiving an artificial lung and circulatory system replacement, with his heart rate remaining as stable as a precision timepiece throughout the race.

A wealthy man with 70% of his bones comminuted due to severe osteoporosis lifted a 500-kilogram barbell with one hand after having his bones replaced with reinforced ceramic bones and "Hercules" fiber muscle bundles.

When the success rate of the surgeries, exceeding 90%, and the incredibly detailed test reports documenting the superhuman strength and endurance displayed by the modified subjects, were presented to the top management of Weyland Corporation, the entire board of directors was plunged into a state of shock mixed with ecstasy and awe.

"This...this is impossible..."

A technology director muttered to himself, his eyes glued to the screen of a "patient" performing weighted squats, the muscle fibers in his legs appearing a fiery red under thermal imaging.
"The complexity of the human body... the rejection of the immune system, the compatibility of nerve signals... any error in any link can be fatal. We have tried before, and the results were all disastrous."

His words evoked memories for everyone.

Previously, no organization had ever dared to carry out such extensive modifications on humans.

The human body is an extremely sophisticated self-balancing system. To drastically alter it would be a thankless and extremely dangerous endeavor.

Especially after their main competitor, Prodigy Inc., successfully replicated the consciousness of a dying child completely into a android body.

Almost all super-corporations have tacitly agreed that "consciousness uploading" is the only path to immortality, while directly modifying the human body is a dead end.

That's why, after the failure of the "Prometheus" project, they took a different approach and chose to place all their hopes on analyzing the "Alien" alien creature, trying to find a shortcut to evolution from it.

But now, Zhang Qi has shown them with irrefutable facts that they have gone astray, and everyone has gone astray.

A more direct, powerful, and alluring path lies before us.

For humans, if given a choice, who would willingly give up their physical body and turn their consciousness into a string of cold data?

Transforming oneself to become a superman is undoubtedly a more humane ultimate dream than uploading one's consciousness.

"Support him! Give him everything he wants!"

Charles Wieland II's voice broke the silence, his eyes burning with an unprecedented light.
"Let him move the plan to the next stage!"

The board's confidence was at an all-time high, and massive amounts of resources poured into the newly established "Department of Biotechnology and Post-Humanity".

Zhang Qi naturally lived up to expectations, after all, this was a technology that had already been proven in other worlds.

After thoroughly verifying the feasibility and safety of partial organ modification, he quickly advanced the plan to the most critical core stage—complete body replacement and modification.

Under his authority, his assistant Watson's name was unsurprisingly placed at the top of the list of those to be modified.

With the extraordinary physical qualities granted by the Main God Space, Watson easily passed all the rigorous and abnormal selection tests. The perfection of his various physiological indicators amazed all the review experts, who regarded him as a "chosen one" among thousands.

Then came the historic, transformative surgery.

In a state-of-the-art sterile operating room, cold robotic arms replaced human surgeons, deconstructing and reshaping Watson's body with precision that surpasses human limits.

The internal organs were removed one by one and replaced with more powerful and efficient artificial organs;

The skeleton was completely removed and replaced with a lighter and stronger composite material frame.

Finally, a sphere shimmering with a deep blue light was precisely implanted into Watson's chest cavity by the robotic arm.

This is a replica of the Arc Reactor, made using Iron Man's technology...

The moment it was activated, a powerful and stable flow of energy coursed through this brand-new body.

On the monitoring screen, a life signal far stronger and more stable than any human before suddenly lit up, its light dazzling.

After the surgery was completed, the executives of Vilan-Yutani Corporation were eager to witness firsthand the power of this creation that had consumed countless resources of the company.

……

The test site was an extreme test range located deep underground, capable of withstanding a tactical nuclear weapon strike. Watson, dressed in a loose-fitting, specially designed research suit, stood quietly in the center of the site.

Inside the reinforced glass observation room high above, Charles Wieland II and a group of directors stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the seemingly ordinary figure below.

"It's time to start."

Zhang Qi's voice rang out through the communicator within the test site.

Watson nodded, and then he assumed a strange and powerful starting stance.

The next second, his specially made clothing instantly vaporized without any flames, turning into wisps of blue smoke, revealing the perfect body beneath, shimmering with the luster of metal and high-polymer materials.

That wasn't armor he was wearing; it was part of his body.

"Through specific neural commands, the modified human can instantly activate combat mode, and the surface material of the body will be reconstructed into the highest intensity combat form, while the energy output will be increased to the maximum."

Zhang Qi offered an explanation to the higher-ups.

The executives in the observation room were speechless.

"Begin the strength test."

On one side of the test range, a huge robotic arm pushed a special alloy target used for testing armor-piercing projectiles for main battle tanks in front of Watson.

Watson didn't take a running start; he simply took a step forward and threw out his right fist in a straightforward manner.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a dull, heart-stopping "plop."

The heavy alloy target, strong enough to withstand artillery fire, had a smooth, human-shaped hole in its center, as if it had been gnawed by an invisible behemoth.

Watson had already withdrawn his fist and stood on the other side of the hole, his fist not even bearing a scratch.

"Speed ​​and reaction test".

In an instant, dozens of automated defense turrets deployed around the test site opened fire simultaneously. Dense bullets and high-energy laser beams intertwined to form a deadly net, instantly engulfing the location where Watson was.

However, in that storm of light and metal, Watson's figure turned into a blurry black shadow. He moved at a speed that exceeded the limits of dynamic visual capture, and all the bullets and beams landed in the empty space behind him, leaving dense craters and burn marks on the ground and walls.

Finally, when an active-duty "Destroyer" military power armor was deployed to the center of the field, everyone knew that the real show was about to begin.

With a piercing metallic roar, the five-meter-tall war machine took heavy steps and charged toward Watson.

Watson neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but met it head-on.

Under the incredulous gaze of everyone, he used his arms to forcefully block the full force of the power armor's impact.

A piercing metallic creak erupted at the point of contact. Then, Watson, straining his waist and letting out a low growl, lifted the over ten-ton power armor entirely, before slamming it violently into the ground!

The observation room was deathly silent. The only sounds were the heavy breathing and swallowing of the group.

"This...this is..."

One of the directors pointed to the unyielding figure below, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"A monster... no, a god..."

Zhang Qi looked at the distraught faces behind the glass and nodded slightly. He knew that the desired effect had been achieved.

"Gentlemen, this is just a very basic performance demonstration and cannot fully reflect the true power of cyborgs. I suggest that we conduct a real-world test."

"How do you want to test it? With our company's most elite security force? Or... contact the military and arrange a secret exercise?"

Charles Wieland II finally recovered from the great shock. He turned his head and looked intently at Zhang Qi, his voice hoarse with excitement.

A smile that seemed almost pity appeared on Zhang Qi's face, and he shook his head.

"Mr. President, conventional armed forces have lost their value as a benchmark for us."

As he spoke, he walked to the control panel and gently swiped his long fingers across the holographic screen.

A huge three-dimensional world map unfolded before him.

His finger moved slowly across the map, finally settling on the white continent covered in ice and snow—Antarctica.

A bright red coordinate point flashes on the empty ice field.

Seeing this, the executives in the observation room looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

Antarctica? What else is there besides ice and penguins?
Only Charles Bishop Weyland II shuddered, his pupils contracting sharply as if he had seen something unbelievable.

As the heir to the Weyland family, he had heard his grandfather, the legendary Peter Weyland who single-handedly created the Weyland Corporation, mention that place countless times in the dead of night, as if in a dream.

That was... the coordinate that changed the fate of the Weyland family.

Decades ago, Peter Wieland organized a scientific expedition to explore the magnificent ruins buried beneath that eternal ice sheet.

It was deep within those pyramid-like ruins that they first encountered the alien life form known as the "Alien"...

(End of this chapter)