"Hmm..."
He stood in the operating room to sense any changes within himself, but felt nothing.
Then, he paced back and forth twice.
The dical staff dared not even breathe as they placed the gray canister aside. The liquid inside the canister was the Black dicine that Tiantai Pharmaceutical had injected into him over 20 years ago, now finally being extracted.
Wei Tianyang looked at the iron-gray canister thoughtfully and said, "Keep this frozen."
Hearing this, the dical staff imdiately began to work.
Wei Tianyang clenched his fists and once again manifested three heads and six arms, then slightly floated up, feet hovering above the floor as he drifted around the room.
"It seems there’s no change..." mumbled Wei Tianyang to himself.
While floating around, he watched the dical staff bustling about, moving the canisters and preparing refrigeration equipnt, being careful not to bump into them.
Wei Tianyang thought it was still insufficient, so he tapped into objective reality and left the black building. Turning into a black giant, he flew thousands of kiloters to arrive at the edge of a desert blood pool.
After exiting objective reality, a hot wave mixed with the scent of his blood hit him face-on.
Outside the blood pool laboratory, nurous wild animals, deprived of their usual water sources, were forced to migrate on a large scale, with many dying along the way. anwhile, the surrounding countries had also removed this place from their list of tourist locations.
He chose a wide, uninhabited environnt and began manipulating the sand and mud, which felt no different from before.
Then, he soared up ten thousand ters, controlling the air currents to gather clouds, lowering the surrounding temperature. The moisture in the clouds condensed into rain and then into ice, causing a rare snowfall in the desert.
He burst through layers of clouds and flew up into the stratosphere. Raising his hands, the cloud mass below slowly gathered, and within a few minutes, he had drawn together the air currents above the entire continent, forming a vortex within the clouds.
Below him, thunder roared and lightning flashed as Heisai State’s climate ca under his control; a portion of East Continent’s cold air, defying teorological norms, was forcibly rged into Heisai State’s skies. As a result, a violent storm began across the state, accompanied by fierce winds.
Wei Tianyang felt there was no change in his abilities, and finally confird that his connection with the black giant was symbiotic. The Black dicine might have granted him part of his powers, but it also seed to have been absorbed by the black giant, leaving only a residue of malevolence in him.
But now, he felt no change in his spirit; perhaps from the beginning, the Black dicine in his spinal cord had never been activated. The liquid had died along with him, but when he revived a year later, people mistakenly believed that the Black dicine had taken effect.
Wei Tianyang couldn’t help but laugh; this was a huge misunderstanding.
In an instant, he dispersed the clouds, the vortex above Heisai State dissolved, and the sudden stormy weather vanished.
Wei Tianyang dove down, like a black teor crashing into the desert. Transforming back into human form, he re-evaluated himself; perhaps the black giant, due to severe injuries while in Chicken Snake Country, had slept within him and later died... Thus, it had never spoken to him.
But he had indeed heard different sounds issuing from within his body; perhaps, when there was still a trace left initially, it had conveyed sothing to him subconsciously. He had heard the words "kill them all" and felt that rage.
Reflecting on it now, he finally understood the other’s ssage.
Destroy all the stars in the sky.
Perhaps the fall of the black giant was also because of the stars’ masters.
Wei Tianyang clenched his fists. At this mont, having overco his greatest inner turmoil, he was no longer timid or questioning himself, "Is all this really what I want to do?"
All this was what he wanted to do and what he had to do.
He was certain that he would beco the one he must be.
A bolt from the blue.
The eerie weather made Spencer shudder; he felt his heart had reached its limit.
The end was near... and his enemy was immortal.
This realization left him wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.
Spencer clenched the wine glass in his hand, feeling himself slowly dying.
Wei Tianyang grew stronger by the day, studying sothing that was no longer a secret—a technology that could transform all humans into descendants.
Spencer could no longer wait for the nuclear bombs from Yin Country.
"It’s too slow... I’m too old... I can’t wait for them to complete the color revolution," Spencer muttered, shaking his head.
This era boasted many advanced dical technologies, and human lifespans were generally 50% longer than in the last century, but Spencer knew that individuals varied greatly, and unfortunately, his mitochondrial telores were not long—that is, he did not have a longevity constitution.
Black dicine could not solve the problem of lifespan; it only guarded against accidents and couldn’t address inherent defects...
Wei Tianyang was doing what he needed to be doing, and it seed Wei Tianyang was more qualified.
This was sothing he never wanted to admit.
"No... why should it be him... it must be ..." Spencer stood up, leaning on his cane as he walked to the window.
In the underground shelter, the view outside the window was just a steel-gray protective wall, with no scenery, but Spencer was accustod to walking to the window to gaze at the Federation’s street scenes and think.
The glass suddenly turned black, then pixel points began to light up, displaying a large section of the Federation’s streets. Spencer took out his mobile phone and adjusted it, switching through several scenes, finally stopping at his favorite one, a shot of United Council Park Street on the west side of the United Council Building.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out, and fell silent.
His female secretary knocked and entered; seeing Spencer motionless, she hesitated to disturb him.
But Spencer asked, "Is the surgery ready?"
"It’s ready," the secretary replied.
Spencer said nothing, looking at the virtual streetscape in silence.
"This is the first ti we are performing such a surgery; the risks are unassessable, I suggest..." the secretary said.
Spencer interrupted her, "Ti... ti is our enemy..."
Ezekiel could no longer see the vision of the future, and Spencer did not know why, but he believed that the crimson apocalypse was approaching.
He needed more ti to find a way to deal with Wei Tianyang; his body had already exhausted its potential.
"The brain transplant surgery will start in 2 hours, if you are ready, please follow ," the secretary no longer tried to persuade.
Spencer turned, looking at the computer screen on his desk, the digital map of Heiside State marked with various signs and color blocks. He was closely monitoring it, with White dicine constantly iterating.
"Co on, take to the operating room. I will not fall; just you wait, you Pseudo-God. Once I get a new shell, I’ll compete with you again!"
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