Why is his holy light red?

The upper district of the city of Pomegranate Tree is the exclusive domain of celebrities and the powerful.

Three towering buildings reach towards the sky, one of which is the headquarters of the Eternal Life Technology Group.

Inside the glass revolving doors, a constant flow of people passed by, white-collar workers covered head to toe in elite labels hurrying through. If you were to strip them of their bespoke suits, smartwatches, or even just a cufflink and cash them out, the resulting Federal Dollars would be enough to feed the homeless in the Tree Root District for two months.

But today, no one has time to be proud of this glamorous exterior, because a very important person far beyond their social class is about to visit.

At 7 a.m., the entire public relations department was busy at work, and the building had already been thoroughly cleaned three times inside and out.

Lisa, the shrewd and capable public relations manager, walked around half of the lobby in her high heels, her sharp gaze landing on several employees.

"The Mother of Life doesn't like the combination of purple and yellow." Lisa pointed to one person's tie and another's scarf, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure. "You lot, go to the dressing room right now and change your clothes."

The employee whose name was called tensed up, not daring to refute for a second, and quickly turned and walked towards the elevator.

The entire Immortal Technology team is on high alert for the arrival of this top superhero.

As an absolute authority in the field of biochemistry, the Mother of Life holds countless patents that make Immortal Technology envious. Rumors have been circulating within the company that the board of directors is even prepared to give up 10% of its original shares in exchange for her formal joining.

Today is a crucial day for her invited visit; any small detail could affect the final outcome.

If there is any mistake, Lisa and her entire department will be fired.

Lisa glanced down at the reception memo on the terminal. Fortunately, this important person had very few taboos.

Based on cross-referencing all the collected information, she simply dislikes purple and yellow color schemes, hates the smell of black pepper, and cannot stand any form of artificial perfume or air freshener.

Seeing this list of taboos, which was less than three lines long, Lisa felt only relief.

Having worked in public relations for so many years, she had rarely encountered such an easy-going VIP. In the past, when her company hosted those political and business tycoons with great fanfare, the list of "absolutely forbidden words" and "actions to avoid" could fill three whole pages. In comparison, this Mother of Life was almost unbelievably approachable.

Before nine o'clock, the public relations staff repeatedly checked the environment along the VIP route. After confirming that all ventilation vents, temperature control systems, and security exits were functioning perfectly, Lisa stopped in front of the access control, took a deep breath, and, facing the reflection on the glass wall, precisely adjusted her facial muscles to fix the most appropriate and impeccable professional smile on her face, waiting quietly.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The low-frequency roar of engines tore through the clouds, and a small, streamlined, futuristic aircraft pierced the airflow precisely on time, landing steadily on the helipad on the top floor of the building.

With a soft hiss as the hydraulic system released air, the silver-gray hatch slowly folded upwards.

An elderly woman with a full head of white hair, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walked out of the airlock. In her arms, she affectionately held a small, mottled kitten.

"Welcome."

The person who quickly stepped forward to greet her was not Lisa. Her public relations work was over; now she only needed to retreat behind the security line and serve as a suitable backdrop.

Only the top decision-maker of Yong Sheng Technology was qualified to personally greet this important figure.

Lucas Monroe, in his early fifties, is the current CEO of Immortals Technologies. He buttoned up his suit jacket, walked up to the elderly woman holding a cat, bowed slightly, and humbly performed a standard hand-kiss.

The surrounding employees didn't even dare to look directly at the old woman's face, only daring to observe her cautiously out of the corner of their eyes. Only when the old woman's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile did the frozen air in the lobby begin to move again.

Lucas straightened up, about to suggest that the Mother of Life go to the top-floor lounge for tea, when the old woman freed a hand to gently stroke the back of the cat in her arms, interrupting him directly: "Lucas, skip the annoying formalities. Just take me to confirm that thing. Our time shouldn't be wasted on meaningless public relations formalities."

"Of course, that would be our honor." Lucas immediately turned his head and whispered a few words to his secretary behind him.

In less than half a minute, all bystanders in the area were quickly cleared out.

Lisa, standing at a distance, breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing more for her to do now, but watching the figures heading towards the private elevator, a pang of regret inevitably surfaced in her heart. From air humidity and carpet thickness to the customized menu accurate to the gram, she and her team had worked several sleepless nights setting up, only to have it all go unused for a single second.

But that's the class gap.

Even if it serves no purpose, when entertaining these important figures, one must provide saturated service, no matter how much money and manpower is wasted.

Lucas led Mother of Life into the encrypted elevator, and as it slowly descended, they soon reached the deepest part of the building. With a series of hissing sounds from hydraulic valves, three explosion-proof security doors, each nearly half a meter thick, slid open one floor at a time.

Then came a long corridor and several equally thick security doors, as if one were about to enter a bunker prepared for the apocalypse.

Finally, the two arrived at a secret room deep inside the building.

The spacious, dust-free space was devoid of any unnecessary furnishings. At the very center stood a massive cylindrical storage tank, its exterior tightly sealed by multiple layers of thickened alloy partitions.

The door was locked behind him, leaving only Lucas, the Mother of Life, and the cat in the secret room.

"Please allow me to show you." Lucas's tone had lost the smoothness he usually displayed when dealing with guests, replaced by an barely suppressed excitement. "This is the most core secret of immortality technology, and our most precious treasure."

He placed his palm on the control panel. With a dull groan of mechanical gears meshing, the heavy alloy armor slowly descended, revealing a transparent hydraulic tank covered by bulletproof glass.

A human arm floats silently in a green, highly concentrated nutrient solution.

The muscles are full and well-defined, the skin texture is clear, and you can even see the veins under the skin. It looks as fresh as if it had just undergone surgical amputation and been removed from a living person.

The Mother of Life, cradling the cat, slowly walked to the glass jar. Cold light shone on the wrinkles of her face as she examined the arm through the glass, her voice steady: "Is this what you call 'the right hand of God'?"

"We unearthed it deep in the uninhabited area of ​​the Ionella Desert. The moment the founders saw it, they decided to build a commercial empire around this divine artifact." Lucas stared intently at the tank, his pupils reflecting a green light, his tone becoming increasingly fanatical. "Twenty-seven years have passed since we brought it back to the civilized world. We haven't done any preservation treatment on it, yet not a single cell has shown any necrosis or decay. Moreover, we repeatedly extracted tissue sections for testing and discovered that all its cells possess an absolute 'immortality' attribute."

"Immortal?" The Mother of Life raised an eyebrow slightly. "You'd better explain your definition of that word."

"Literal meaning. Immortality, absolute eternity, refusing any form of physical or chemical alteration." Lucas's breathing became slightly heavier. "After a period of separation, the single cells we extract will automatically swim back to their original bodies. Even if these tissues have been forcibly destroyed and degraded into the most basic proteins and amino acid molecules, after this period, these basic substances will still complete reverse recombination and return to this arm."

Lucas whirled around, spreading his arms wide as if offering a sacrifice to a sacred object before the storage jar:

"We've conducted all sorts of destructive experiments on it. Even if we throw it into an industrial meat grinder and grind it into mincemeat, then burn it to ashes in a high-temperature plasma furnace, or even let mice eat its tissues... given enough time, those complex ashes will spontaneously aggregate in the laboratory, automatically peel off from the organism, and then restore it to its original form without any difference."

"Its mass, shape, temperature... all its values ​​remain constant forever."

Lucas's hands trembled slightly in mid-air: "We firmly believe that this limb represents the ultimate form that breaks the lifespan limits of carbon-based life. Immortality technology exists to analyze it, and with your participation, we can soon decipher God's genetic code and achieve true immortality!"