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"I'm so hungry, I feel like I'm going to starve to death if I don't eat something soon..."

"Kovaski, candy metal, let it eat."

[Good. Alas—it seems I'm doomed to lose the metal I secretly saved.]

Kovacs's small industrial robot, carrying several pieces of steel, slid to Tian Xiaoban's side on its wheels.

Tian Xiaoban placed the metal near Garfield's mouth, watching its saliva flow wildly, and then without warning, it bit into the metal, like gnawing on rice cake, cleaning it piece by piece, even taking a corner off the metal platform below.

Its hunger was somewhat relieved as it swallowed the metal, which was full of gourmet cells.

"Kovacs, go to Gourmet Island. It needs to eat a lot of food to restore its energy."

[Received, expected to arrive in ten minutes.]

"Garfield, how have things been since I left?"

Garfield sat up and said, "They fulfilled their promise to you and took away the part of their energy from my body. Well, no, they left me a little bit, saying it would make it easier for me to rejoin their side in the future."

"Damn it, I knew those bandits wouldn't give up! Next time they forcibly conscript you to complete some mission, just call me, and I'll go and cause trouble in their elemental world again!"

Garfield waved his paw:

"Oh, no, no, they did give me some benefits, didn't they?"

By the way, I remember you said before that they were completely restricted, what did that mean?

"This is a complicated matter."

Simply put, this world is vast, incredibly vast. So vast that besides the universe we inhabit, there are other parallel universes.

The Green of All Things is a conceptual element belonging to this universe, and it might not be as useful in other worlds, such as the Dark Multiverse or a personal hero universe. Without the power of the Green of All Things, you would be limited by other worlds, so it's better to simply not use it at all.

The power you cultivate yourself is the only power that truly belongs to you. No matter which universe you go to, this power will accompany you, and you can use it with confidence wherever you go.

"From what you're saying, Ban, you still want to be a street hustler in the future?"

"How can you call them 'wanderers of the universe'? They're just powerful beings passing through the world! The powerful should do as they please."

But don't even think about it now. If you're not strong enough, you'll just be chasing after others even in other universes. Focus on getting stronger, Garfield!

Garfield was very indignant:

"Do you want to hear what you're saying? I can blast a mountain apart with a casual ki cannon right now, and you're telling me I'm weak?"

Tian Xiaoban's tone also turned sarcastic:

"Heh, compared to those monsters who can alter the rules of the universe with a single thought, you're utterly weak!"

"Damn, are other universes this dangerous?"

Tian Xiaoban nodded and continued explaining:

"Of course, every universe has its own unique characteristics. To give a simple example, let's take the 'Green of All Things' as an example."

Without the power to destroy this entire universe, they simply couldn't be killed. My transformation into Toby was merely a trick; it instilled fear in them on a psychological level. If it were a true fight to the death, I might not be able to defeat them.

Unless you directly draw a supermodel character like X-Men, Pangu, or God through a lottery, you really can't solve the "Green of All Things" problem.

Garfield: "I kind of regret letting them take back their power."

Tian Xiaoban rolled her eyes, realizing that all her words had been for nothing: "Stop joking! Just remember, you won't lose out if you follow me."

..............................

A secret military laboratory in the suburbs of a metropolis.

On the third basement level, in a laboratory covered with lead plates, an elderly man in a colonel's uniform angrily slammed his fist on the table:

"So many days have passed, what have you figured out?! Tell me! What exactly are you doing?!"

Across from me stood a bald, gaunt old man in a white coat, clearly suffering from long-term irregular sleep patterns. He spoke tremulously:

"Colonel, their genes are far too complex. Please give us a little more time."

"Bang!" The table's health dropped by fifty points.

"Damn it, I'll give you time? Then who the hell will give me time? The higher-ups keep pushing, and you can't produce any results! I'm in a real bind! Do you know how many people are waiting for this research result?!"

The bald old man adjusted his glasses. To be honest, they were also frustrated. The research equipment here was inadequate; the computers they were provided with were also incompetent. They were simply powerless to do anything. The computers couldn't even calculate anything; what could they do?

"Colonel, forgive my bluntness, but you must understand that those who stand in this laboratory are already the most outstanding scientists in the entire metropolis."

We can't do anything about it, let alone others. Instead of rushing us, you should get the better equipment ready as soon as possible.

The major general's face flushed with anger, because what the other party said was true; most of the well-known genetic scientists had been "invited" here. They were immediately locked up in this laboratory to study the two Kryptonians.

This base has no advantages other than its large underground space and well-concealed surface buildings.

Even the lead plates were hastily pasted on just a few days ago.

There was nothing we could do about it; Superman flies around Metropolis all day long, so to avoid his sight, we transported him to this remote, desolate place.

Many large testing devices could not be transported over in a short time, and the colonel was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Those in higher positions don't care what problems arise below. If he doesn't do what they ask, his time as colonel is over.

"Damn it!!! I'll give you two more days, you have to give me something, something to fool the higher-ups!"

Perhaps the pressure from the colonel was too great, because the bald old man suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a good idea, and his bitter face immediately turned into a smile.

"Colonel, I think I have a plan!"

"What method?!"

"Let them have a child!"

"What?! Wardfa, are you kidding me?!"

"No, according to our tests, their physiological structure is roughly the same as that of humans. Apart from their terrifying muscle density, they are a man and a woman, which is just right to have a child!"

"Once I have a Kryptonian larva, I think this thing should be able to meet the requirements."

The colonel's brow furrowed. This was indeed a good idea; not only could it be used now to buy time for the higher-ups, but the research on the Kryptonians would not stop.

However, the risks are not low either. Who knows what problems might arise from putting two Kryptonians together?

How confident are you?

"If I go back and make preparations now, we should be able to start implementing the plan tomorrow. If everything goes well, we can also obtain a citizen of our motherland that belongs to us."

The colonel's pupils contracted sharply. He had seen that thing before, especially the Homelander in it, which had greatly excited him.

How wonderful it would be to have a superman trained by their military!

"Very good, you go and carry out this idea, I'll figure out how to deal with things above!"

"Hehe, Colonel, I need you to help us purchase a batch of strong veterinary drugs."

A wicked grin spread across the old man's face. "Aliens shouldn't be able to be killed, right?"

........................

Lexcorp, a private secret laboratory.

After a week of working through the night, Lex Luthor stared at the finished product in his hands, so excited he felt like he was about to collapse.

He succeeded!

He successfully extracted the DNA of the ultimate creature from the rat's remains.

It wasn't easy, it was extremely difficult!

Not only that, he further developed the genes of this ultimate creature, creating a drug that could compensate for any genetic defect.

"Having a drug that can adapt to and complement any gene is perfect, absolutely perfect!"

The pale blue gene serum suddenly reminded him of a name: Compound Five! Fate is truly wondrous; this serum was also the result of Lex Luthor's fifth analysis of that gene.

It can modify, transform, and fuse the genes of two or more organisms to achieve a perfect balance.

What is the concept?

This is equivalent to giving a mouse the regenerative genes of a gecko, and giving a human the strength of a bear and the speed of a leopard.

The ten human test subjects who died in his laboratory have successfully proven the perfection of this drug.

"Compound No. 5? That name doesn't suit you. You should be called 'God's Gene'! The 'God's Gene' that can create entirely new species like God!"

Chapter 82 Lai Tu's Astonishing Product, Compound No. 5

After his initial excitement subsided, Lex Luthor fell into deep thought once more.

Because only this one bottle of the "God's Gene" drug was left; the rest had been used up in human trials.

The drugs extracted from the bodies of those genetically optimized, super-powered experimental subjects were far less effective than the one in my hand.

Lex Luthor has already exhausted all the main raw materials for creating the "God Gene," namely the remains of rats possessing the genes of ultimate life forms! To continue making it, he needs the genes of ultimate life forms.

But this thing... in the information we have so far, only the organization with the green symbol has it!

Lex Luthor needs to find the organization behind that penguin in order to continuously produce the drug!

"How can there be so little of something so amazing! What a waste!"

Looking at the small jar in his hand, containing 360 milliliters of "God's Gene," enough for ten people, Lex Luthor revealed a malicious smile.

"With this, I don't believe the military won't be tempted. If they want this 'God's Gene,' they'll have to help me catch that penguin."

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On Food Island, Garfield transforms into a "horrifyingly hungry beast," devouring food madly.

It first devoured the strongest creatures on the island, and then it ate everything indiscriminately, including rocks, trees, soil, and grass!

The energy from the food kept replenishing its body's deficiencies, and Garfield only stopped eating after eating nearly a quarter of the island.

"That feels good, I love this feeling of being stuffed. Burp—"

A satisfied smile appeared on the cat's face.

Tian Xiaoban looked worried: "They've only had one meal and they've already eaten so much... What if there isn't enough food later? Looks like we need to prepare early."

"Are you full? If you are, go over there and bleed some blood. This big canteen is yours. If you don't want to go hungry, find a way yourself."