My health recovery is incredibly fast.

Rek'Sorrow, who had remained silent for a long time, said:

“To be honest, Xia Zuo, I think your alchemy school is more terrifying than the Otherworldly Demons in some ways. Of course, I mean terrifying in a compliment, not in a derogatory way.”

Xia Zuo glanced at the researchers in the room. They seemed used to the scene in the culture tank and were calmly recording the results of their experiments.

Rexol stared into the room and said:

"I'm so glad that alchemy is in your hands, and that you are members of the Mage Temple. Otherwise... it's unimaginable what kind of terrible upheaval this thirst for knowledge—this dedication to dissecting and studying targets time and again for the sake of truth and reality—would have caused within the Church of the Otherworldly Demons..."

"If you ask me, the current situation is pretty good."

Serites, arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe, watching his deeply moved companion. "You weren't unaware of the last few centuries of the previous era..."

"Let's go inside."

Rexol interrupted the other person and knocked on the metal door.

Hearing the knock, the researcher behind the door quickly came over and unlocked the door.

Good evening, esteemed masters.

The researchers saw the poison alchemist behind the two burly men.

Good evening, Mr. Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo responded with a smile, "Good evening."

He was still a little unsure what to do tonight. He was supposed to be patrolling the 6th basement level, but somehow he ended up helping out here...

And there was the exchange between the two Demon Hunter masters just now...

Rexor seems to harbor lingering fears about the alchemical school's approach and methods of researching Otherworldly beings; it sounds like the "Year of Bloodshed and Turmoil" left a significant shadow on him...

"Did Vickers notify you?"

Rexol pointed to the culture tank. "We're going to use this living Transformer."

“Of course, Master, please go ahead,” the researcher said, walking back to the control panel and pressing the “reset” button.

The four turrets surrounding the culture tank no longer emit beams of light.

The Transformer, cut into several pieces in the cultivation tank, broke free from the constraints of the elemental light. The flesh at the wounds writhed, and it became a whole again.

The Transformer snarled and pounded on the can walls, letting out angry roars, but the sound and vibrations were blocked by the thick can walls and glass partition and could not be heard.

"You can go out now."

After the two researchers, Rexol and another, left, they closed the door, opened the sealed door of the glass partition, went inside, came to the culture tank, and waved to the outside of the partition.

"Xia Zuo, come in and lend a hand. Use the Curse of Decay on this Transformer. Don't stop until I tell you it's time to stop."

"Yes, Master."

Xia Zuo stepped into the inner layer of the glass partition and reached out his left hand toward the transformant in the incubation tank.

A dark, cursed mark appeared on the transformed person's body, and the flesh around the mark rapidly withered.

The Transformer tried to wipe the brand on his belly with his hands, but couldn't get rid of it. He could only pound on the side of the jar and glare angrily at Xia Zuo to vent his anger.

Xia Zuo calmly maintained the spell, unmoved by the hateful gaze of the other party. The Transformers were ugly, twisted in mind and body, and had even harmed normal humans. Every one of them deserved to die.

Serites stood in front of the control panel, took out several glass bottles from the medicine bag, uncorked them, and poured them into the IV infusion port on the control panel.

The solution enters the culture vessel through a one-way infusion channel between the operating table and the culture tank, and is then sprayed onto the transformant.

After the Transformers, including Serites, were covered in the potion, they took out a large bottle of alchemical powder, mixed it with the potion, and then poured it into the IV drip.

The transformed individual was drenched in the potion, his grayish-white skin covered in indigo-colored mucus.

“Cerritos, wait until we remove its flesh and blood before you open the culture tank.”

Rexor said to his companion, then looked at Shazo, "Once the incubation tank is opened, stop casting the Curse of Decay and use the Toxin Sense to observe this Transformer."

"Yes, Master."

Xia Zuo roughly guessed what they were planning to do.

The bald, cold-faced man looks at how many types of blood demon blood this transformer has in its body.

Rexor raised his left hand and cast the Curse of Decay.

The Demon Hunter's hand seals possess immense power.

As soon as the curse mark appeared on the transformed person, it curled up in agony, its body decaying like molten wax. The original filthy flesh and blood turned into a pool of indigo wax, and then into waste.

"Xia Zuo, release the poison sensor."

"We have merely removed the physical body of the Transformer."

"It is indeed dead, but not completely dead."

"The Blood Demon's blood is sustaining its life. Only by losing the Blood Demon's blood will the Transformer truly die, with no possibility of resurrection."

Rexor spoke rapidly, waving at Ceretus to signal him to open the culture tank.

Xia Zuo received more than a dozen lines of information in his mind, but he didn't have time to check them yet.

He lowered his left hand, and a bright green magical light appeared in his eyes.

Within the special field of vision provided by the toxin sensor, the toxic glow on the waste residue is changing rapidly.

"Master, it seems to have done something. There are 12 different colored poisonous lights, and their quantity is decreasing, only..."

Xia Zuo frowned and stared at the waste residue, counting, "There are only 2 kinds left."

Rexol crossed his arms and walked around the culture tank a few times, sniffing the air with his nostrils flared.

"It seems the Blood Mages of the Church of the Otherworld have mastered a new Blood Demon Blood Recycling Spell. The Blood Demon Blood excreted by this Converter actually disappeared into thin air, instead of evaporating into the air as before. No wonder we didn't notice the change in the conversion ritual."

Rexol pulled out two bottles of medicine and a spoon and handed them to Shazo, "Test the two different colored waste residues."

Xia Zuo took two spoonfuls of waste residue and put them into two glass bottles respectively.

Many tiny blood droplets appeared at the bottom of the bottle, indicating that this shapeshifter had devoured many living creatures of similar size.

Rexor used tweezers to pick up the blood-red diamond fragments and put them into the small black box, thus obtaining two names:

Ulfaris, Utolius—same results as a few days ago.

Serites walked in from outside the glass partition. Upon hearing those two names, a cold smile crept across his lips, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

"The Blood Mage is trying to lure us away. These bastards are as insidious as ever. Upharis is hundreds of kilometers away. Utorius is the same. If we had followed our usual practice of each taking charge of one, there would have been no members of the Witcher School guarding Poseidon City."

The cold-faced man stared at the waste inside the tank for a while, then said, "We have to outrun them, Letso."

The bald man nodded solemnly, then suddenly looked at the control panel and chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Ha, I’m starting to understand the alchemy school.”

"What?" Serites was clearly taken aback.

"Remember what those two researchers were doing? They divided the Transformers into several groups for their study."

Rexor's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light. "We should do the same. Destroy the Transformer's flesh and blood in segments so that it can't immediately expel the Blood Demon blood from its body."

“Could this be a hint left by Vickers?” Serites said something strange.

Xia Zuo thought for a few seconds before realizing what his implication meant…

Why did those two researchers divide the Converters for research before Rexor and Serites arrived? They were clearly following research instructions from Director Vickers.

Of course, it could also be a coincidence.

But Rexor didn't believe it was a coincidence. Having worked with the alchemists for many years, he knew the nature of this ally.

“Vickers might be hinting at something, or he might have received orders from a higher level. In any case, the alchemical school is more rigorous and cautious than we are. Some of their practices are worth learning from.” Rexol rubbed his chin, considered for a few seconds, then suddenly clapped his hands and said:

"Xia Zuo, I will destroy the Transformer's flesh and blood body later. You use your toxin sense to detect the waste."

The bald man looked at the other person and emphasized, "You have to be quick."

“Yes, Master.” Xia Zuo nodded.

Rexol took a bag of medicine bottles out of his pocket and handed it over.

The three arrived at laboratory number 11 on the fourth basement level.

The researchers here are doing the same thing—segmenting the transmutant and studying the differences between each part.

After the researcher left, Serites took control of the control panel, used the beams fired from the turret to fix the Converter in place, and then split it again to restore it to a whole piece.

"We'll start with its limbs."

Rexol stared blankly at the transmutant in the incubation tank.

That cold gaze instilled fear in the other person, and the transformed person's black eyes seemed to hold a hint of despair.

Serites poured a large amount of potion into the IV drip port on the control panel, turning the transformed person indigo.

Rexor cast the Curse of Decay on the Transformer's left arm, and within five seconds, the arm turned to dust and fell to the bottom of the jar.

With his left hand holding three glass bottles and his right hand gripping a spoon, Xia Zuo immediately scooped three times the moment the culture tank was opened, putting three different types of waste into the glass bottles before the transformed person could excrete blood, and finally closed the tank door.

Three blood-red diamond fragments appeared inside the glass bottle.

Rexol solemnly picked up the broken diamond and placed it into the small black box.

“E..F..L..K”

"I...Bo...I...K"

"Hawthorne"

The small black box revealed the names of three blood demons.

Rexol silently walked to the outside of the glass partition and sat down.

Serites pulled a tattered book from his pocket, placed it on the workbench, and carefully began to read it. The yellowed pages were full of holes and bloodstains, as if a little too much force would cause further damage.

Seeing that the two were deep in thought, Xia Zuo also found a chair to sit down and looked up the previous information about the cheat system.

He skipped the settlement rewards section and went straight to the new perk.

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[Special Ability Name] Flesh and Blood Control - Incomplete

[Special Ability Description] This special ability is incomplete; you can only affect your own body.

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