Why is his holy light red?

"This is all the information I obtained from Immortal Life Technology." The Mother of Life handed a tablet computer to the Angel of Light.

The angel of light reached out and took it. His fingertips slid quickly across the screen as his gaze swept over the top-secret research reports on "God's right hand."

The total file size is very small.

As the angel of holy light slid to the last page, he paused, his tone filled with obvious regret: "They only provided the experimental results, completely erasing the experimental process."

The entire report only contains interim conclusions regarding the arm, avoiding any discussion of crucial clinical data and procedures. It even states that the results were merely computer simulations. This means that this document cannot be used as evidence in court to prove that Yong Sheng Technology conducted illegal human experiments, and it provides no substantial incriminating evidence.

"After all, I haven't officially agreed to join yet." The Mother of Life continued to stroke the tabby cat's back with her fingers, and the cat purred softly. "These things are, at best, just their 'sincerity' in inviting me to join."

The angel of holy light laid the tablet flat: "So, how far have their experiments progressed? Can we deduce this from these conclusions?"

When her field of expertise was mentioned, the Mother of Life's tone became very confident:

"Their people have been trying to replicate the gene sequence of this arm, hoping to decipher the biological code of 'immortality' from it. But all they've gotten so far is a bunch of extremely unstable reptilian gene fragments."

"I can roughly guess their experimental process. Because the arm has a self-regenerating effect, their experimental methods are very crude. It should be something like having the test subject ingest flesh and blood, direct injection, or embryo culture. But because the arm can regenerate automatically, once the time is up, the fused and absorbed parts will peel off at the atomic level."

"That was a very brutal form of torture, and because the arm regenerated in such a short time, they rarely had the opportunity to observe the changes in the test subjects for an extended period. Finally, after confirming that direct fusion was a dead end, they turned to gene cloning and compilation. But the technology of immortality technology was not up to par, which is why they asked me for help."

The angel of holy light, not being skilled in biotechnology, could only ask, "Judging from your tone, this direction is wrong?"

The Mother of Life nodded: "They define that infinite self-recovery mechanism as 'self-recovery,' which is the biggest fallacy." The Mother of Life pointed out incisively: "That arm should belong to an extremely powerful superhuman, and the core of his power should be related to 'time.'"

"If they're going in the wrong direction, their efforts are naturally meaningless. So, their progress is completely stuck in a dead end, with no way to move forward or backward."

"Time manipulation ability?"

The Holy Angel recalled the bio-monsters he had encountered in the Immortal Technology Park. They were covered in scales, resembled lizards, and moved about the park without a trace. During his on-site investigation and analysis with the Iron Titan, he determined that they possessed some kind of large-scale spatial teleportation superpower.

But now it seems that this is not spatial teleportation, but some kind of time-related superpower.

"So, those bio-monsters were indeed experimental products of the runaway immortality technology."

The Angel of Light felt his guess was at least 90% accurate. But to definitively discredit immortality technology, he needed more compelling evidence, such as records of illegal human experiments.

"Thank you, Nova." The Angel of Light spoke with gratitude. "I know this request may be a bit much, but I need you to stay on that line and help me uncover the true core secrets of immortality technology."

Upon hearing this, Mother of Life paused slightly as she stroked the cat's fur.

She looked at the angel of light, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up into a bright smile, as if illuminating the entire cabin.

"You know," she said softly, her eyes never leaving him, "I will never refuse you."

The angel of holy light looked somewhat embarrassed. He avoided the Mother of Life's intensely focused gaze and then chose to say goodbye.

"Well... I'll be going now. Keep in touch if anything comes up."

Before the other party could say anything more, he immediately turned and strode towards the decompression chamber, almost as if he were fleeing. The hatch opened and closed, and after the soft hiss of the pressure valve operating, the light and shadow quickly merged into the blinding clouds outside the window and disappeared.

The cabin fell silent once more.

After confirming that the radar signal had been completely stripped away, the Mother of Life sat back down in front of the holographic controller. She swiped open the main screen, accessed the unit's internal monitoring system, and the image was locked in the center at the spot where the Holy Angel had just stood.

In addition to the ultra-high-definition visual recording, the right side of the screen also features various complex band scans.

She rested her chin on her hand, staring at the progress bar as she scrolled back and forth several times, then said regretfully, "Heartbeat, pupils, breathing... there's no change at all. It seems this look didn't move him."

The calico cat, who had been curled up in her arms, suddenly flicked its tail and spoke in a little girl's voice: "Master, aren't you being a bit too 'love-struck'? And I advise you to give up now. The Holy Angel probably already has a steady partner, maybe even her child is about to start school."

The Mother of Life didn't even lift her eyelids, and skillfully scratched the calico cat's chin with her fingers.

"Our current situation is not important to us," she said calmly. "His lifespan is long enough, and so am mine."

After she finished speaking, the Mother of Life's skin began to sag, and her full head of black hair turned snow-white. In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a radiant beauty into a frail old woman, as if her previous appearance was only meant to be displayed by the Holy Light Angel.

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Mercury waited in that beat-up pickup truck for more than half an hour before he saw his father, Al, running back.

Elra opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, immediately putting on an apologetic expression: "Sorry, I suddenly have an upset stomach. I guess the food I ate this morning wasn't very clean."

Mercury rolled his eyes.

"I made breakfast."

The carriage was silent for a full two seconds.

"Uh." El's body stiffened for a moment, and he quickly changed his excuse, "It must be a problem with that carton of milk. The date is off. Don't buy those discounted milk nearing their expiration date next time."

Mercury didn't reply, and instead lowered his head to scroll through his phone.

He couldn't be bothered to expose his father's crudely fabricated lie.

It was probably after his father discovered that he had awakened superpowers that his lying skills declined sharply, and his excuses became more and more perfunctory.

But Mercury didn't intend to expose his identity as the "Angel of Light." Both father and son were stubborn, and he would naturally confess when he felt the time was right.

"Let's go." Mercury fastened his seatbelt with a click and urged, "It's almost time to sign in for training camp. I don't want to get points deducted by Magic Eye Man again."

Al shut his mouth and silently turned the key. The engine whirred twice, and the beat-up car left the school and merged into the traffic.

During his boring commute, Mercury was engrossed in scrolling through his phone. The only sound in the carriage was the static from the radio's poor signal, and the awkward tension between father and son almost made the windows fog up.

El cleared his throat, breaking the silence with a question he already knew the answer to: "You'll be staying at that training base over there for the entire week?"

"Hmm," Mercury stared at the screen, "The Eye of the Storm is quite strict. If I ask for leave again, I'm afraid my trainee hero status will really be revoked."

"He is indeed a very serious person, and you'll definitely suffer a bit, but how can a hero not experience hardship?" Al gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, but the topic abruptly shifted, "However, I heard there was another girl in your cohort, and she seemed to be quite a cute girl..."

Mercury jerked his head up, his eyes widening in surprise.

"No? You're talking to me about this?"

Al said matter-of-factly, "What's wrong with that? You're fifteen years old now. As a father, I should have talked to you about this a long time ago. It's purely because I haven't cared enough about you before; it's my fault. Don't be shy, this is normal conversation between men. So let me ask you first—have you ever secretly watched porn?"

"Stop," Mercury interrupted quickly, "Don't offer this kind of sudden concern, okay?"

Mercury understood that his father wanted to reconcile with him, but you can't force things; you can't force a grudge.

An awkward silence followed.

Suddenly, as if a terrifying possibility had occurred to him, the expression on Al's face changed from eager to wary: "Wait... Mercury, you wouldn't... If you are, you can tell me directly, and I will definitely not criticize you."

Mercury: "..."

It's really unsightly for a dignified angel of holy light to be making small talk like this.

Mercury now only hoped that God truly existed and would quickly take this angel back to Heaven; he simply couldn't bear this torment any longer.