I am a hero of the former civilization.

Ryan gestured to the girl outside the window, who quickly ran to get her clothes. He took a deep breath, letting his slightly feverish body cool down.

He knew Möbius too well. Once this woman noticed something amiss, she would seize the opportunity to cause trouble, making him taste what it meant to have something he couldn't have. This resentment had been building up for a long time, and he was trying every possible way to get revenge.

'I will not lose to you, and I will not allow you to retaliate!'

Ryan was also determined. He knew that Mebius would become even more arrogant after completing his transformation, partly due to Shesa's side effects and partly due to the power he had gained.

Why did she suddenly regret turning Mebius into a Fusion Warrior? If it were the old her, she wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.

They absolutely have to hang him up and give him a good beating.

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Chapter 129 Are you a dog? You dare bite me!?

The sound of clothes being put on was constant, as if one could imagine the scene of clothes brushing against skin, and the sound of hair rubbing against the collar.

Her beautiful figure was gradually being covered, her peaks were disappearing into the morning mist, leaving only a deep ravine. The hem of her clothes swept past her thighs, revealing only her smooth, long legs.

But you were so slow to get dressed! It took you a full thirty seconds to put on that tattered coat!

As I expected, Mebius hadn't given up his desire for revenge and wanted to get back his lost pride, with interest.

Ryan gritted his teeth slightly. This woman was too vengeful. If it weren't for the need to make her the first high-level fusion warrior so that he could combine her with his own body to adjust the side effects, he wouldn't have let Mebius get away with it.

When he had no power, he was sarcastic and irrational. Now that he's become a superman, what will become of him?

'It's ridiculous that I regret making a rational choice.'

"Hmm, I'm dressed." Mebius stood quietly, watching Ryan turn around. His gaze first swept over the man's lower body, revealing a hint of disappointment.

Ryan keenly caught that look and revealed an expression that said, "Mebius, your little schemes can't be hidden from me. You're disappointed, aren't you?"

"Hehe, I don't have any ulterior motives. But you, do you need me to mix some medicine? It's actually quite simple."

"What did you say? Don't be so arrogant. Even if you fuse with a Judgment-class Honkai Beast, you're still no match for me."

“I’m not a barbarian who shouts for violence at the slightest provocation.” Mebius tossed his long hair and lifted his chin, saying, “If you’re going to make a move, I’m not afraid now.”

Even though she had just become a fusion warrior, she felt full of power and suddenly thought that learning some combat skills wouldn't be a bad idea.

Isn't this man's pride in his strength? If I could pin him to the ground, wearing black stockings, and gently rub his head while stepping on it, I would have won this war decisively.

"You want to give it a try?" Ryan narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that this Mebius was indeed difficult to control.

If I could pin her to the ground and spank her hard, she might become obedient. You have to use a bit of violence to deal with some people.

Their eyes met, and both were somewhat eager to make a move. Just then, the door suddenly opened.

"Doctor, I brought your clothes..." Klein burst in carrying a huge pile of clothes, then stood there frozen in place.

The intense fighting spirit of the two 'beasts' terrified her, and she had no idea what was going on.

The research has made a huge breakthrough, shouldn't we be having a celebration? What's with this whole "about to fight" thing? These two PhDs are definitely oddballs.

Distracted by Klein, Ryan and Mebius snapped out of their daze and suddenly realized they were acting like children bickering.

What good will it do to subdue him/her? It's just a pointless standoff.

"Fine, anyway, thanks to you, I won't be so easily manipulated by you anymore." Möbius spread his hands, beaming with pride.

"Is this how you repay me? And when have I ever tried to manipulate you?"

"He always does that, deliberately trying to make me angry, haha, just like a little kid trying to get the attention of the girl he likes."

"Don't lie through your teeth. Some of those people were naked just now. It was utterly indecent. Did you think I'd fall for that? Heh, with your little bit of attractiveness..."

"You dare say I'm completely unattractive?!"

The two walked away arguing, quickly leaving the operating room. Klein wanted to laugh but dared not. Just as she was about to follow them, she remembered something important.

The twisted door behind him was still there. Klein walked over with some trepidation, peeked inside, and stared in astonishment.

There was nothing there. All those hundreds of Honkai Beasts that had been specially imprisoned had vanished without a trace. Could it be...?

While Klein was racking his brains trying to figure out how to clean up the mess, Ryan and Mebius had already returned to the archives, brewed two cans of instant coffee, and relaxed their tense nerves.

It tastes so good! I think my sense of taste has become sharper too?

Mebius raised an eyebrow, glanced at the packaging, and confirmed that it was the kind he usually drank.

"Have you changed at all?" Ryan looked at Mebius, who was licking with his scarlet tongue like a kitten drinking water, and kept the earlier incident to himself, planning to train him later.

“Biologically speaking, I feel like I’ve been elevated. As for Honkai energy, I seem to have established a link with this imaginary energy, making it controllable.” Möbius put down his coffee cup, his mind somewhat excited.

"There are still some unknown abilities that I need to master, but I can't explain why; it's more like instinct."

Therefore, fusion warriors also need to gradually explore their physical potential, and they are not at the maximum level right from the start.

Ryan stroked his chin. The process of unlocking potential requires talent. Someone like Kevin, an overpowered genius, could develop his potential to the limit in no time and defeat the Seventh Herrscher.

Forget it, that pervert is not within the scope of this discussion.

"What about the side effects?"

"I'm a little too excited, but I feel a bit sleepy." Möbius yawned and tapped the corner of his eye. "As far as the appearance is concerned, it's mainly an eyeball mutation. As for its specific function, I still need to study it carefully."

"Looks like the surgery was a success. Are you planning how to shut him up now?"

“It was all prepared. Shesa’s body was retrieved by the Fire-Chasing Moths. I took a piece to extract its genes, but 75% of the gene fragments are different from the ones you sent.” Möbius suddenly raised his head, his expression somewhat strange: “How do you know that what Shesa valued most were those black muds, and that you spared its body?”

Ryan shrugged slightly, propped himself up on the table with one hand, and leaned his head over: "Because I just know, no reason is needed."

Mebius was seething with hatred, and when he saw the man so close to him, he opened his mouth.

She moved dozens of times faster than before. Ryan subconsciously tilted his head back, slapped his face, and felt faint teeth marks.

"Are you a dog? You bit me and even licked me."

"Hmph, I warned you long ago not to be so arrogant. I'm completely different now!" Mebius said smugly, lightly licking his lips. Then, seeing Ryan gripping the hilt of his sword, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's get down to business."

You think you can talk business now that you've messed with me?

"Fusion warriors are just the beginning. I've discovered there are many interesting things to explore, such as turning surgery into injections."

"What do you mean?" Ryan subconsciously loosened his grip on the sword hilt. Even if he was just pretending, he was still worried about lying on Mebius's operating table after being anesthetized.

This woman would never kill him, but Ryan wasn't confident she could do something to him while he was unconscious.

“By purifying the genes and injecting them into the body through a syringe, we can gradually increase the dosage to control the speed of the hypermutation reaction, thereby reducing the side effects of the mutation.” Möbius opened a drawer and took out a syringe.

It contained a dark green liquid, which looked very unsettling.

"I tested the [Meta-Morph] potion on myself this time and confirmed that it works."

This is the significance of Ryan making Möbius the first person; she can find ways to improve through firsthand experience, which even Ryan, as a support, cannot replace.

He gripped the syringe, watching the bubbling bubbles inside, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"But your reaction to the mutation was very strong. If I'm not mistaken, there must have been a problem with the surgery."

The clump of black mud enveloped the entire operating room, a reaction even more severe than that of a failed surgery involving a moth drawn to a flame.

"Because I wanted to test where the limits were, I accidentally exceeded them." Möbius shrugged nonchalantly.

Does this madman really enjoy courting death?

Ryan's eyes twitched. Mebius was clearly overloaded, but for some reason, she redeemed herself. He couldn't help but think of the details from earlier.

That body was too perfect, without any flaws, just like a newborn, combined with Shesa's characteristics...

"You were reborn from destruction?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

“Because you seem to have gotten younger. Don’t underestimate my observation skills.” Ryan glanced at the fair legs exposed beneath his clothes and rubbed his chin.

As expected, dividing the injection into multiple sessions allows the body to gradually adapt, thereby reducing side effects.

Kevin owes me another favor. Anyway, it's not his turn to fight hard now, so let him go slowly.

Ryan grinned. Although it would be much slower, this way someone could be downgraded from a block of ice to an air conditioner. The cool feeling entering the body might be even more refreshing. Ugh, why am I thinking about that?

"Ryan, your smile suddenly looks so lewd." Möbius gave a disgusted look, but his eyes were sharp: "Who are you thinking about?"

“Kevin,” Ryan blurted out, only to see Mebius’s disdain turn into shock, his snake-like eyes widening.

“I see, I see. What you need is not medication, but psychotherapy,” Möbius murmured to himself, connecting the dots.

I told him he had a problem and kept trying to analyze it, but I was wrong from the start. No wonder May didn't want Kevin to associate with him.

"Hey, I don't know what you're thinking, but I'm inexplicably getting angry?" Ryan clenched his fist.

"Heh, humans are free, even XP is."

Ryan blinked, not understanding what the woman was thinking, but he felt that if this topic continued, he might break down.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. Have you done what I told you to do before?"

"All the materials are ready. Once you leave the Fifth Research Institute, you will be a Fusion Warrior."

"Aren't there any suspicious points?"

"Who do you take me for? Although the council has its own system, it's nothing more than plagiarizing my research." Mebius scoffed, crossing his arms. "I am the expert in this field. Whoever I call a Fusion Warrior, is a Fusion Warrior."

Look at you, so confident, not humble at all.

Ryan grinned, seemingly convinced by Mebius, and then saw her raise the syringe.

"But you really don't want to give it a try? I will continue to delve deeper into the super-mutant factor. Based on my own experience, I might be able to combine multiple genes into one person. I've even thought of a name for it: Project Chimera."

The Chimera Project? Oh, it seems that Mebius had previously incorporated a tiny bit of Honkai Beast genes, so he could barely be considered a plural.

Ryan was indeed somewhat tempted, so he lowered his head and began to think calmly.

Science doesn't believe in metaphysics, which is why he tries every possible way to increase the success rate. Even his genes can't achieve 100%, which is why he's extremely cautious.

For example, if all conditions are combined, Kevin's success rate is 59.5%, which is countless times better than his original gamble. But who can guarantee that he won't be among the 40% who fail this time?

Perhaps I stayed up a few extra minutes last night, or perhaps I was a little weak-willed. Luck is always unpredictable. When objective conditions allow, it's best to take your time and do things carefully.

Because the cost of failure is unbearable for anyone, and the same applies to Ryan. To put it simply, it's like exchanging a lottery ticket for stocks; it seems safe, but in essence, there's no difference.

“No, since it’s a gamble, I hope to gain more. Shesa’s most precious factor has already been used by you, and the rest won’t improve me much.” Ryan was very calm. Since it’s a risk anyway, why not seek to maximize the return?

Möbius raised an eyebrow: "So you're being picky? Whose factor do you actually want to use?"