A breath later.
Old Bush returned to the far end of the corridor.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he looked at Brian as if staring at a monster. "May I ask, young man, how much do you weigh?"
Brian shrugged, "I’ve been eating a bit much lately, might have gained so weight."
Old Bush rolled his eyes.
Though his Biological Magnetic Field was not strong, lifting half a ton was not a problem for him... yet he couldn’t move this youngster before him, outrageous, utterly outrageous!
The density of the other’s body must be terrifyingly high!
The flesh and bones of a living being are very delicate things.
Not all tall and burly people are formidable, but those with muscle density comparable to steel, their physical strength must be incredibly terrifying.
This indicated absolute muscle strength, bone strength, and a frightening burst power...
Old Bush realized that NW had acquired a frightening new mber.
..
He pursed his lips and nodded, "Well then, let’s walk there."
A chamber built within an underground facility was bound to be limited in space.
They walked out seven or eight ters.
At a fork in the corridor, Old Bush knocked on the walls in the dim environnt.
With a slight noise, a small room of only about a dozen square ters appeared before them.
The room was equipped with motion-sensing lights.
In fact, without the lights, Brian could still see clearly inside with the dim light from outside.
The decoration inside was simple.
A wooden bed, a bookshelf piled with books, a wall of photographs, and an old television...
That was it, just those items.
Inside there wasn’t even a bathroom or kitchen; this was just a resting room.
..
After entering the room, Old Bush fell into silence.
Just now...
What he had done just now was rely a psychological tactic, a way to facilitate his access to the information he desired.
Yet Brian hadn’t done anything, which had put him in an awkward position.
Given the situation, Old Bush realized he would have to find another way to extract the information he wanted.
With that thought, he turned to Brian, who was examining the books, and said, "Did those three old dogs, or Dean, ever ntion anything about ?"
Brian ceased his perusal.
He shook his head, "No, but I can guess. The three NW founders ntioned the rarity of Third Rank Life in our conversation, saying that there were not a few Second Rank Experts in the NW organization attempting to break through to Third Rank Life, but only one succeeded, and the best outco for the rest was brain death."
Hearing this, Old Bush nodded,
"To be precise, there were a total of one hundred and seventy-two failures.
Breaking the limits of life is indeed difficult, but with a large population and artificial intervention, a lot can be done in sixty years.
Adequate genetic talent sufficient resources a large base of individuals, any organization, if willing, can mass-produce First Rank Life. Second Rank Life isn’t necessarily out of the question either, it’s just a matter of whether they’re willing to pay the price.
In fact, after a certain special period of frenzied consumption of resources with practically no return, no organization engages in such a losing venture anymore.
rely Second Rank Life doesn’t change anything.
But Third Rank Life is different.
It represents the limit of individual martial power, a walking strategic nuclear weapon.
Third Rank Life involves the level of consciousness.
In this aspect, Mutants actually have an advantage over us Enhanced ones.
The path from Second Rank Life to Third Rank Life is incredibly difficult, and I am one of those who has successfully traversed it..."
Pausing there, he chuckled lightly, "Brian, if you tell why those three old dogs gave you such special treatnt, I will tell you the secrets of advancing to Third Rank Life, how’s that?"
..
In Old Bush’s view, there was no man who could refuse this deal.
Power... the kind of power that one person could use to destroy a small country...
Who could say no?
Under Old Bush’s expectant gaze, Brian slowly shook his head, "Sorry, I don’t think it’s a good deal."
"Hm?"
Old Bush was puzzled, "Why? I’m just trying to satisfy my own curiosity, and in fact, I’ve been alone in this storage room for almost twenty years. If you tell , no one else will know."
Brian still shook his head, "It’s really not convenient to say."
The deterrent of Pollution was strong, but it ca with big risks.
Its greatest deterrent was the ability to strip those high and mighty of everything, turning them into lonely beings, living uncomfortably.
But for those Mutants lurking in the shadows and cults, it was a ’treasure’.
Having witnessed Dean’s strength, Brian realized that there was always soone better.
The Holy Council had suffered such a huge loss due to his control over Pollution and still chose to keep it a secret.
Naturally, he wasn’t about to brag about it like so fool.
Of course, the main reason was that Brian knew how to break through to Third Rank Life.
It was sothing that couldn’t be taught.
It entirely depended on talent.
Seeing Brian’s firm attitude, Old Bush tried to persuade him further, "If you think Dean can guide you too, you’re mistaken. His becoming a Third Rank Life was entirely due to luck and is not replicable. My remaining years are quite tedious, and there are not many things that can pique my interest. Do you want..."
"No need!"
Brian interrupted him, "Actually, I’m more curious about why you choose to stay here. You are logically equivalent to a strategic weapon within the NW organization, yet you choose to stay in this sunless underground as a warehouse manager..."
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