Why is his holy light red?

Chapter 95 Human Body Battery Perpetual Motion Machine

In the top-floor office of the Eternal Life Technology headquarters, a "Lucas" was slumped in a leather swivel chair, his face full of anxiety, furiously staring at the disconnected communicator.

Beside this CEO, the real Lucas was carefully adjusting everything about the puppet.

This is a product combining mechanical and biotechnology, capable of producing the most delicate micro-expressions and mimicking Lucas's behavior; even Lucas's wife might not be able to recognize it.

With the puppet in charge, Lucas passed through the hidden door of the office and, after traversing a dark passage, found himself in a bright and open space.

This is no longer the headquarters of Eternal Life Technology, nor is it even in the upper district of Pomegranate Tree City.

This is a special portal built using spatial teleportation capabilities, allowing Lucas to quickly reach a distant secret laboratory.

Unfortunately, this thing is disposable, with a teleportation distance of no more than fifty kilometers, and it is extremely expensive. It needs to be remade by a space teleportation superhuman after each use.

With the memories of key personnel at Yong Sheng Technology wiped, these teleportation portals are becoming increasingly rare, with very few remaining.

However, now is the time when it is necessary to use it.

As you step out of the passage, you are greeted by a chilly stench of highly concentrated disinfectant mixed with the smell of excrement.

The laboratory was filled with densely packed reinforced glass cells on both sides, like livestock being imprisoned for slaughter. The cells contained numb-faced, emaciated human test subjects.

Lucas's leather shoes echoed monotonously on the sterile floor.

His gaze swept indifferently over a little girl, about ten years old, huddled in the corner of one of the private rooms. She was hugging her knees tightly, her golden hair was dry and brittle like straw from long-term malnutrition, and she was clutching a dirty rag doll with a broken arm.

It wasn't that Lucas had any special hobbies, but rather that this little girl was very special.

Most of the superpower potions from the Immortal Life Technology awaken the ability to transform into reptilian beasts, but this little girl is quite different.

When she saw Lucas walking towards her, the little girl seemed frightened and quickly curled up in the corner of the cell, and her body began to change.

Her body grew, transforming in the blink of an eye from a little girl in her early teens into a woman in her early twenties. But soon it shrank back to the size of a ten-year-old, then smaller, and finally into a crying baby.

This is the little girl's ability—it's like she can adjust her physical age at will. She can be as old as seventy or eighty, or as young as seven or eight months—but it's entirely influenced by her emotions, and her control isn't precise.

But that's all, so she had no ability to resist.

If Mercury were standing here right now, he would probably recognize who this little girl is.

Because when she was twenty-odd years old, she looked almost exactly like Bran, the girl who played with fire.

Bran's sister was tricked into participating in a drug trial for an immortality technology company, and then disappeared completely. Everyone thought she had been killed, but no one knew that this little girl had become the most unique experimental subject and was locked up in a laboratory.

But for Lucas, it was nothing more than a consumable.

The blueprints provided by the Black Moon Circus, though seemingly distorted and insane, actually didn't require complex technology. Lucas began working in the fully automated laboratory, determined to build the equipment himself.

Thanks to the top-notch manufacturing line of the Immortal Technology underground laboratory, a giant ring-shaped metal array exuding an aura of death was assembled in the center of the laboratory in just twenty-four hours.

Under Lucas's control, all the test subjects injected with superpower drugs were stuffed into airtight cylindrical "battery tanks." Thick metal probes and neural connectors were mercilessly pierced into their spines and veins.

Then, a large amount of nutrient solution with an anesthetic effect was poured into them, causing these experimental subjects to fall into a deep sleep, looking from the outside like small insects sealed in amber.

Lucas stood in front of the control panel, took a deep breath, and then pushed down the red start lever without hesitation.

"Buzz—!"

Inside a dozen or so sealed containers, the experimental subjects began to convulse violently. Through the thick bulletproof glass, the torsos of the subjects were pulled into the air by invisible electric currents, and their limbs twitched and twisted wildly at angles that were extremely contrary to physiological structure.

Many people started to bleed from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, turning the transparent nutrient solution pink.

The life potential they had forcibly squeezed out was transforming into streams of visible scarlet energy, which converged wildly along the intricate network of pipes and finally poured into an extremely delicate metal belt inside the main control panel.

Lucas paid no attention to the test subject's miserable state and quickly picked up the still slightly warm belt and fastened it around his waist.

The moment the latch closed, an unprecedented feeling surged into my heart.

"This is...this is...immortality?!"

Lucas turned his head and stared at the pile of discarded gears and metal scraps left over from yesterday's instrument manufacturing on the workbench. He slightly raised his right hand, his five fingers reaching forward in the air.

An invisible force field instantly covered the pile of scrap metal.

A chilling scene unfolded: the meshing gears began to automatically reverse and disintegrate, the cutting marks on the metal surface were forcibly smoothed out, and the flying metal fragments flew back to the main body.

In just a few seconds, the pile of precision-machined industrial parts was forcibly twisted by some force and degenerated back into several pieces of unrefined, rough metal ore!

"The reversal of time—" Lucas's eyes gleamed with manic joy.

He frantically grabbed the scalpel on the table and, without hesitation, slashed a deep, bone-revealing gash into the palm of his left hand.

Crimson blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto the floor.

Lucas stared intently at the wound and activated the device at his waist once more.

A miracle occurred.

The blood droplets that were falling suddenly stopped in mid-air, then defied gravity and flowed back into the crack in the palm. The torn flesh and severed blood vessels healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, his left hand was as smooth as ever, without even a trace of white mark, as if the knife had never existed.

This is the ultimate answer to immortality!

However, this supreme illusion of wielding divine power lasted for less than ten seconds.

A dull, nauseating thud suddenly came from the enclosed battery array area behind me.

"Bang!"

Inside the high-pressure glass jar, the thoroughly drained experimental subject burst open like an overinflated balloon of flesh and blood. Fragments of bone and internal organs instantly mixed with the highly concentrated nutrient solution, forming a nauseating pinkish porridge-like paste on the inner glass wall.

Lucas's face remained expressionless, showing not even a hint of basic physical discomfort. He paused for only half a second in surprise before slowly raising his right hand, his five fingers pointing at the blood-stained glass jar from a distance.

An invisible force field opened up once again.

Miraculously, the rotting flesh seemed to be forcibly drawn by some law, beginning to contract and piece together against gravity towards the center. Bones reorganized, blood vessels reconnected, and skin and flesh were stitched together.

In just a few seconds, the puddle of mud reformed into a skeletal human form. Then, the newly formed body once again convulsed in despair as the metal probe pierced through it, squeezing fresh crimson energy back into the belt's energy storage tank.

"This is the true perpetual motion machine."

Lucas stared at his palm, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, the fervor in his eyes almost burning through his reason.

He no longer needed to painstakingly search for living materials in the lower city. As long as he precisely controlled the edge of "explosion" and "reconstruction," he could continuously extract the power to control time simply by repeatedly squeezing these dozens of jars in front of him.

As long as we continue to accumulate this power—no, in the face of this power, the concept of "time" has lost its meaning.

If the energy in his belt is large enough, he can even forcibly reverse the timeline of an entire planet!

Let's rewind to before the investigation of Eternal Life Technology, to the point before all the illegal experiments began. Even the facts of the crime no longer exist; what grounds does that self-righteous angel of light have to judge him?

"No, that's not right—" Lucas shook his head violently, his mouth splitting open to almost earlobes, his expression extremely bizarre. "Why should I bother thinking about how to evade the Holy Light Angels? When I hold the power of time in my hands, I am the only god on this planet!"

Without any hesitation, he pushed the output power of the main control panel to the red limit.

One by one, the experimental subjects could not withstand the pressure in the glass jars and instantly collapsed, exploding into countless fragments of flesh and bone; Lucas immediately used the power of time to forcibly revive them, and then began a new round of cruel exploitation.

A violent force surged in like a tsunami, and the energy stored on his belt jumped wildly, immersing Lucas in this godlike illusion.

"Superpowers are built on imagination—imagination needs a real anchor—miracles cannot be born from nothingness—"

The masked clown's seemingly hypnotic words suddenly slithered through the depths of his mind like a venomous snake, making Lucas's already unnatural expression even more distorted.

wrong.

Why would those lunatics at the Black Moon Circus give him such a machine that touches the realm of gods for free?

They understand the "Hand of God" better than immortality technology; they mastered the extraction methods of this perpetual motion machine much earlier—a shocking idea surfaced in my mind: were those clowns holding other parts of this god's corpse in their hands?!

Extreme greed instantly consumed Lucas's reason.

If he could piece together the complete body of this "God," what terrifying power would he wield?

Lucas let out a low, suppressed laugh. He looked down at the ever-growing crimson markings on his belt, and opened his mouth, revealing teeth that had somehow become as sharp as a lizard's.

But Lucas didn't care. He just kept muttering frantically, "If time can be reversed, then time—can also be accelerated."

An invisible force field instantly covered the entire underground space.

The flow of time within the laboratory was forcibly distorted. In an instant, a horrific death loop unfolded simultaneously within dozens of high-pressure glass jars. Living people instantly shattered into pink, bloody pulp, only to be forcibly reassembled into human form within the next microsecond of time reversal, before exploding again.

The frequency of collapse and reshaping was increased to an extreme that could not be detected by the naked eye. The only sound in the entire laboratory was a continuous, chilling, viscous cracking sound.

In this insanely accelerated hell, the test subjects are repeatedly crushed in the most cruel way, caught between life and death.

The crimson energy on the belt surged exponentially, but the intricate metal energy storage tank was like a bottomless black hole.