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Chapter 155 What on earth have you studied? (5K)

“My Lord.” Albert’s wrinkled face twisted into a knot. “You mean to let us live with those mutants?”

Fulgrim: "The Vault has ample food reserves to meet everyone's needs. Moreover, you will be placed in different levels, and perhaps your interactions will never intersect."

Sanguinius: "Mutants are human too. They are victims of radiation just like you. They didn't choose to mutate; they were simply tortured more deeply."

"But, but..." Albert's voice trembled. "Those weird... mutants killed our ancestors and occupied our homeland."

Wop stared at Albert's shocked face. "The shelter also has records of that period of history. It wasn't an occupation, but a civil war."

"The mutants won the civil war and gained control of the vault, while your ancestors were losers who were exiled. The cars, radiation-proof suits, and radiation meters you use now were all brought out of the vault."

Whether they are purebloods or mutants, their historical records are written from their respective perspectives.

In the eyes of the pure-bloods, they were the ones who took in the mutants, but the mutants turned the tables and exiled them. Isn't this usurpation?

The history recorded by mutants also has narrative bias, and they will inevitably beautify and embellish history when recording it. For example, they deliberately emphasize the kindness of mutants and downplay the plunder and harm to normal people during the exile process.

Whatever happened, the truth is unclear, but what broke out in the refuge was indeed a civil war, not an invasion.

Because it is impossible for mutants to break into the shelter built in the Golden Age from the outside, and the genetic vaccine developed by Dr. Ivan is genuine.

So Wop tries to remain neutral when narrating.

This truth that subverted Albert's cognition made him stagger a few times. The angel had no reason to lie to him, but how could the thousand-year history of the pure-blood race be false?

"Then, who is wrong?" Albert was confused.

"There is no right or wrong in history," Sanguinius said in a childish voice, yet it carried a wisdom beyond his years. "Your ancestors simply made different choices for survival. Do not let prejudice blind you, and there is no need to dwell on the past."

Sanguinius and Fulgrim simultaneously spread their pure white wings, reflecting a soft halo under the crimson light.

"The night will eventually dissipate, and we will bring a new dawn to Baal!"

The purebloods actually don't have much choice, because they are at a critical juncture of life and death.

If they continue to stay in the wasteland of Baal, the pure-bloods will either perish in the radiation or be distorted by the radiation into abominable mutants.

Compromise is the best solution.

……

The pure-blood caravan clanged and clanged its way forward across the desolate wasteland. The rusty frames groaned like they were dying as they were jolted against the ground, and their passengers were equally uneasy.

Because no one knows what they are about to face, and the dangerous predators in the desert are also eyeing them.

However, whenever the shadow of the blood eagle passed across the crimson sky, or the loud sound of the Baal fire scorpion breaking out of the ground came from under the sand dunes, the angel would spread its white wings, tear the blood eagle's wings like lightning, and smash the fire scorpion to pieces with its tender fists.

Every time this happens, a glimmer of hope appears in the eyes of the pure-bloods.

Angels are still protecting them today!

No matter what they have to face, the angels will not harm them!

Isn't this enough?

"boom!"

The convoy slowly drove into the Scarlet Rift, and the metal gate slowly opened with a heavy roar, revealing the metal corridor inside.

The purebloods held their breath involuntarily, their eyes wide open as they stared at the unimaginable scene before them.

The mirror-smooth metal walls were inlaid with lumen lights, illuminating the entire passage as bright as day;

The elevator car was glowing with a strange light blue halo, exactly the same color as when Lord God used his divine power.

Under the guidance of the two angels, the convoy carefully drove into the huge elevator.

When the elevator began to descend, fear and anxiety were written on the faces of all the pure-bloods.

But the elevator continued to run smoothly and finally stopped at the 71st floor.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, the purebloods were completely stunned.

The spacious and bright corridor is lined with neatly arranged metal doors on both sides, the floor is paved with non-slip composite materials, and beautifully shaped lighting fixtures are hung from the ceiling.

Through some of the open doors they could see exquisite furniture inside.

Fulgrim flew to the center of the corridor and spoke in a childish voice filled with authority: "This entire floor is allocated for your tribe to live in. Each family may choose a room of their choice. Karin will be responsible for the registration. No one is allowed to take more than one room!"

“你们可以自由探索，但严禁损坏任何物品。食堂位于本层的中心区域，每日三餐供应时间为标准时7-9点、11-13点和17-19点。你们可以按需取用，但严禁私藏或浪费！”

"As long as you follow the rules, you will never go hungry again, nor face the dangers of the wilderness again!"

The purebloods nodded in awe, and a complex light flickered in Chief Albert's eyes.

He never thought that he would be able to return to the refuge where his ancestors once lived in his lifetime.

Those stories passed down from generation to generation, those legends once regarded as myths, have now become a reality within reach.

Wop: "Chief Albert, please follow us."

They returned to the elevator, which continued down.

Albert's voice trembled slightly. "My Lord, how many people are there in this shelter?"

The purebloods had never seen a shelter before, and they had no idea how big it was before they came.

They originally thought that there were only a few thousand mutants here at most, but only now did they realize how naive they had been.

Wop: "Three hundred thousand."

Albert's throat tightened. There were only about 200 pure-bloods left, and 300,000 people were more than a thousand times their number!

If those mutants want to harm the pure-bloods, how can the pure-bloods resist?

The elevator door slid open silently, and a mutant with asymmetrical two heads appeared in front of Albert.

Even though the mutant was trying to force a friendly smile, Albert was still trembling with fear.

The mutant extended his hand towards him: "Hello, old man, I am Ivan, the leader of the mutants. I hope that under the guidance of our Lord, we can work together to make up for the mistakes made by our ancestors."

When he said the word "mutant", his eyes were always calm, and there was no trace of inferiority or evasion on his face.

Albert's eyes flickered between the gods and the angels. Their tacit approval made Albert tremble and extend his hand. His voice was hoarse: "Hello, I am Albert, the patriarch of the pure-blood tribe."

Under the gaze of the angel, the two hands were tightly clasped.

This naturally cannot resolve the feud between pure-bloods and mutants overnight, but it at least sows the seeds of hope for reconciliation between the two groups.

……

"Dr. Ivan is truly an extraordinary talent."

Sanguinius pounced on the research notes left by Dr. Ivan, his childish voice filled with sincere admiration.

Fulgrim moved lightly across the bookshelf, carefully pulled out a heavy tome and carried it back to the table.

Two months ago, the purebloods moved into the shelter.

Since then, Sanguinius and Fulgrim have been immersed in the library of Sanctuary, eagerly absorbing the nourishment from knowledge.

The Primarchs were born knowing, but not omniscient.

They must learn and master the maintenance techniques of the shelter's ecosystem to ensure that the shelter can continue to operate, as well as study the genetic experimental data left by Dr. Ivan to complete his unfinished business.

They were the Primarchs, and Baal was their homeworld.

They possess innate strength and talent, and they will not disappoint the Baal people who devoutly believe in them and place their hopes on them.

Wop gently pushed open the library door and his eyes fell on the two small figures on the desks. "Are you studying again? Take a break."

Hearing their father's voice, the two brothers raised their heads at the same time.

Sanguinius asked softly, "Dad, is the investigation complete?"

Wop: "It's done. No signs of corruption. The shelter is perfectly safe."

The Sanctuary is a vertical underground city with 490 floors.

Floors 001-010 are the maintenance area, where exploration vehicles and equipment left over from the golden age are neatly displayed.

Floors 011 to 310 are residential areas, with each floor rated to accommodate 2 residents.

Floors 311-430 are ecological zones, where hydroponic farms and ecological ranches provide sufficient food supply for the entire shelter.

Floors 431-490 are the management area and the core area that maintains the operation of the entire shelter.

There is a miniature artificial sun and the reactor that houses it, which provides energy for the entire shelter.

Wop conducted a meticulous inspection of every floor, every corner, and every resident of the shelter.

While the Vault dwellers possess bizarre appearances, these variations are due to normal genetic mutations, not the corruption of the Warp.

Even the most dangerous corruption often begins in the mind. Those subtle cognitive biases and quietly growing paranoid thoughts are often difficult for outsiders to know, making it difficult to guard against them.

But as long as a strict risk control mechanism is established, the threat can be minimized.

"Perhaps the greatest danger lies within their genes." Sanguinius gently turned the research pen to the key page. "Father, look here."

Following the angel's guidance, Wop leaned over to read. The pages were densely covered with Dr. Ivan's comments on gene regulation experiments. Although the neat handwriting had faded, one could still feel the writer's concentration and enthusiasm at the time.

[Experimental Log - Gene Directed Dominance Project]

【Recorded date: day3871】

[Recorded by: Dr. Ivan]

[Experimental stage: Phase III clinical verification]

[Test subject: Volunteer 5123 (adult male mutant, genetic mutation type: Type III asymmetric craniofacial hyperplasia)]

[Experimental objective: To verify the regulatory efficacy of the gene chain theory in directional dominance]

Experimental Results: By targeting and activating the ██ gene cluster, ██-mediated abnormal skull proliferation was successfully suppressed. The induced expression of ██ protein significantly improved the symmetry of limb morphology. Epigenetic modification made the variant trait heritable, with a success rate of mutation control reaching 99.9%.

[Note: After long-term observation and gene sequencing of volunteer 5123, the experimental results have fully verified my theoretical hypothesis that although human gene mutations are irreversible, stable expression can be achieved through targeted regulation.]

This isn't my original invention. █ ...

[If I can further improve the experiment, mutants will complete the qualitative change from random mutation to directed evolution! ]

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【Recorded date: day4012】

[Note: Volunteer 5973's genetic mutation has been stably guided through the ██ gene cluster, and all redundant limb tissue has undergone spontaneous apoptosis, with no significant rejection reaction. Her awakening was much faster than expected, which may be related to her unique genetic sequence. I have given her a new name, Eve.]

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【Recorded date: day4145】

[Note: The psychic talent displayed by Volunteer 5973 is astonishing, and he was able to accurately predict Baal 4900 years from now. But why didn't Baal spread my name? I don't care about fame and fortune, but does this mean that my experiment has failed? This is truly disturbing.]

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【Recorded date: day4439】

[Note: Eve's success story has been repeatedly verified to be unsuitable for universal application. Current experimental data indicates that the targeted mutation of the ██ gene cluster exhibits significant deviations, making it impossible to achieve a stable transformation of mutants into new humans. I need to re-evaluate my gene editing strategy.]

……

【Recorded date: day4732】

[Note: I succeeded! Volunteer 5973, Eve, will be the beginning of the new human race.]

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【Recorded date: day4751】

[Note: Eve abruptly interrupted all auxiliary work today and forcibly closed Chamber 66. During the subsequent argument, she displayed unusual anxiety and resistance. Perhaps she had foreseen some catastrophic event related to the experimental process, but she refused to disclose the specific details.]

[This makes me hesitate whether to terminate the experiment, but my experiment can not only save Baal's fellow mutants, but also accelerate the process of human ascension by 10,000 years. Humanity across the galaxy will benefit from it!]

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【Recorded date: day4953】

[Note: All monitoring data indicates that Volunteer 6666 is steadily transforming into a new human. Eve's prophecy was fundamentally misjudged, and the disaster has not occurred. My experiment can save Baal and all of humanity!]

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【Recorded date: day4979】

[Note: Volunteer 6666 was confirmed dead at 04:17 today. The cause of death is unknown, but the temperature at the scene was noticeably lower. I know it was Eve who did it; she's the only new human, but 6666 is even more perfect. Could jealousy really lead people to do such terrible things?]