Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 346 Experiment

Cows growing in the fields, wheat glistening with cream...

Both of these organisms severely defied the natural laws of the biological world and should not exist in the first place.

However, thanks to Frank's insane creativity and the extraordinary power of the illusionary realm, he managed to create it.

Yes, these two items can already be reproduced in the fantasy world.

Of course, this is nothing special. The Illusionary Realm is a world of the mind and imagination, so nothing is surprising. These things are just one manifestation of the wonder of the Illusionary Realm.

Frank looked at Klein, anticipating him to display his power.

No wonder Frank was kicked out of the Church of Mother Earth, and then even the Dream Cult wouldn't take him in.

Even the true followers of the Dream Cult wouldn't dare touch such research findings.

But I've already agreed...

Klein scanned the two drawings that recorded Frank's experiments with a blank expression, noting down the details. This was a requirement for the "person in the drawing".

About three minutes later, Klein unfolded the drawing paper and drew a wheat stalk on it with a paintbrush.

This wheat was unlike any other wheat in the world; its seeds were round, about the size of a finger, and bent the wheat stalks under their weight.

This shouldn't be called wheat at all; it would be better to call it milk fruit, because those round seeds are like milk inside.

"The time to witness a miracle has come." Klein's "magician" performance urge kicked in. He looked around, making Frank take a deep breath, and the others also looked serious.

Klein then reached out and grabbed the "milk fruit" in the painting, pulling it out of the painting.

hum!

The dreamlike phosphorescence within Klein's body flowed into the painting, and the dazzling brilliance made everyone squint.

"Rise!" Klein suddenly felt some pressure, intensified the infusion of his spirituality, and pulled sharply.

A strong, dreamlike phosphorescent light flashed, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

When they looked over again, they saw a golden wheat stalk in Klein's hand with a few "milk fruits" hanging at the end.

It worked!

Klein's expression was extremely strange. He stared at the few "milk fruits," unsure of how to react.

Wheat that can produce milk? What kind of impact would such a thing have if it appeared in the real world?

"Really..." Frank's tall frame trembled, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He stepped forward, took the wheat from Klein's hand, picked one of the "milk fruits," and threw it directly into his mouth.

laugh!

The milk fruit was crushed in his mouth, and the milk stored inside gushed out.

"It smells so good, like crops from the kingdom of the Great Mother Goddess." Frank burst into tears, repeatedly thanking the Great Mother and the Supreme Lord.

"Incredible." Gadriya's eyes shimmered with a purple light as she stared intently at the wheat plant.

This assessment is based on Flack's research and also on Klein's embodiment.

"You're already at Sequence 5 of the 'Dream' pathway?" Cattleya asked Klein.

Klein nodded slightly; ordinary "figures in paintings" don't have such a dreamlike phosphorescence.

"There's another one! There's another one!" Frank's mindset had undergone a tremendous change, and he was now absolutely convinced that his work could be replicated in the real world.

To be honest, Klein refused to draw this thing.

Because it is actually a combination of cows and trees, the two seem to have been fused together by an indescribable force, becoming strange and terrifying.

It's easy to imagine that Frank must have used some horrific methods when researching this kind of thing.

A "biologist" without moral constraints is terrifying.

However, Klein did not reject the idea. He picked up his paintbrush again and quickly painted a picture using the ability of "the person in the painting". During the process, he made some modifications to the "cow tree" to make it less creepy.

"...No." Klein had just put down his paintbrush when his spiritual intuition gave him the answer: this thing simply could not be taken out of the painting.

But Klein also made a pulling motion, taking out the "cow tree".

Bang!

The "Cow Tree" shattered into a dreamlike phosphorescence and returned to Klein's body.

"As you can see," Klein said, looking at Frank.

"Failed..." Today, Frank experienced the feeling of going from the ground to the divine kingdom of Mother Earth, and then falling from the divine kingdom into the abyss.

"It's already incredible that your 'wheat' was successful..." Klein's expression twisted slightly as he looked at the 'wheat' plant.

"Yes!" Frank seemed to hear Klein's reassurance, his spirits instantly lifted. "The successful materialization of this wheat means it can exist in the real world, and I can cultivate it!"

"Similarly, the 'Milk Tree,' based on the same principle, couldn't possibly fail either, so I must be wrong. If I could become a 'Druid' and improve upon it, it might not be impossible for it to succeed!"

No! I want you to focus your energy on plant hybridization! Stop going down the wrong path of combining animals and plants!

Frank, however, clearly didn't notice this. He simply clutched all his research blueprints to his chest and headed towards his room, muttering to himself, "Where exactly did I go wrong?"

Klein and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

"Well, my suggestion is to slow down," Klein said, looking at Cattleya.

Cattleya nodded very seriously. For a considerable period of time, Frank would find it much more difficult to collect recipes and properties.

"But this thing is really..." Klein looked at the "wheat" left here.

For Frank, once he was certain that his research results could be replicated in reality, he could actually cultivate the product and no longer need the fake that could only exist for a few minutes.

"Would any of you be interested in having one?" Klein asked Leonard and the other onlookers.

"No!" Everyone shook their heads quickly.

Klein glanced at it and realized he didn't have that kind of courage either.

With a thought, Klein caused the wheat to shatter into a dreamlike phosphorescent mass, which then returned to his body.

"Would you like to try some?" Truman pulled the wheat out of history.

"Come on!" Rosell, who had no taboos, grabbed a "milk fruit" and threw it into his mouth.

"Not bad." Having guarded the Illusionary Realm for hundreds of years, with those Dream Cultists causing trouble right under his nose, what hadn't he seen and what strange things hadn't he eaten?

Frank is nothing to brag about except that he's somewhat like the adopted son of a wicked god.

"Not to mention them, even to me, he seems quite strange." Russell glanced thoughtfully at Frank.

(End of this chapter)