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Chapter 613 Perfect's Genius Idea
Perfecto's research on the broken claw of the ancient beast did not last long.

Because just like the God of Wisdom said, apart from its thick skin and extremely strong vitality, there is really no other special features of this thing.

It was as if this species of ancient beasts had focused all of their talents on physical strength.

Judging from this broken claw alone, the physical strength of this ancient beast is enough to rival that of the gods, but other than that its body does not possess any other abilities. Even Perfecto could not detect any magic power at all.

This is not to say that ancient beasts can rely on no magic. In fact, the fact that this species can have such outrageous physical fitness is closely related to the magical environment.

It’s just that the ancient beasts have put all their talents into their bodies. They convert all the magic power they absorb into vitality and use it to strengthen their bodies, so that not a single bit of magic power can be detected in their bodies, and they look like magic-free creatures.

Apart from this, the ancient beasts have no other talents. They cannot cast magic and do not have any special talents. All they have are incredibly strong bodies and ridiculously vigorous vitality.

However, this thing gave Perfect a different kind of inspiration, and a great idea came to her mind.

"You plan to use the flesh of the ancient beasts... You are crazy!" The God of Wisdom noticed Perficot's thoughts and couldn't help but sneer: "No one can control the ancient beasts, those guys who are all muscles in their brains. Do you think the gods have never considered taming them?

It's no use! You can't control them, and their brains, made entirely of muscle, can't understand any complex commands."

After hearing what the God of Wisdom said, Perfect became more confident in his plan.

"Who said I want to control them? I just need to make use of their flesh." Perfect laughed indifferently, and then used the knowledge gained from human body refining to start processing a small experimental sample that he had separated from the broken claw.

"Let me think, how is cloning done? It seems that the cell nucleus is extracted, and then combined with the fertilized egg, and then it develops and matures inside the mother's body?" Perfect recalled his memories before the time travel, muttering to himself while working with his hands.

But what she said made the God of Wisdom extremely terrified: "Has your world begun to touch the realm of the gods?"

"You mean the life restricted zone? Cloning does count. Before I crossed over, humans were only one step away from cloning themselves. It can even be said that they had already succeeded, but they were restricted by laws and morals and could not realize it." Perfect explained, but shook his head and said, "But this research was no longer of much value at the time, because humans found a more suitable method to achieve their goals."

Perfect didn't say what the method was, but judging from the constant operation of her hands, she obviously understood it.

"If you do this..." The God of Wisdom wanted to persuade, but didn't know what to say.

"Messing with the domain of the gods? I want to kill gods, so what's the point of mesmerizing their domain? Blasphemy against life? If studying life is blasphemy, then who defined this blasphemy? I'm going to kill him." Perfect killed the God of Wisdom with just two sentences, and at the same time, he said with a lingering feeling: "If you are saying that you are afraid that I can't control the creatures I created, then there is no need to worry. I don't plan to give this thing a brain."

As Perfect said this, he sealed the preliminarily processed experimental samples into a transparent container and injected orange liquid into it.

After finishing all this, Perfectcote sat down in front of the test bench, spread out a piece of white paper, and began to conceive the design drawings according to the great idea in his mind. Looking at what Perfectcote drew on the drawing, the God of Wisdom felt an inexplicable fear.

She even asked tremblingly: "Did the gods of your world never stop you from doing such blasphemous things?"

"God? Sorry, God doesn't exist in that world." Perfect shrugged. In fact, she didn't know the answer to this question. Although no gods in that world have ever really revealed their existence, the spread of religion and various mysterious events always makes people feel that the world is not that simple.

But these have nothing to do with Perfect. She just wants to complete this genius design in her hands.

Of course, if one uses the saying that being half a step ahead of the world is a genius, and being one step ahead is a madman as the criterion for judgment, then Perfect can indeed be considered a madman.

If the church knew what she wanted to do, she would be labeled a heretic and burned at the stake even if she was a living saint canonized by the patriarch himself.

But for Perfect, heresy? She has never believed in any gods, even though this is a world where gods exist.

From another perspective, humans have always been heretics, because humans are always challenging the realm of gods, until humans can control their own destiny and control the entire world.

Perfect doesn't have the ambition to rule the whole world, but she wants to control her own destiny instead of having her life interfered by a group of gods who appear out of nowhere.

So even if it was blasphemy, she would gladly accept the charge, then use the sword she had forged to chop off the heads of the gods and nail them to the ground.

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"Shay, you're back? Did the audience with the lord go well? What did the lord say about the gift you brought?" When Shay's brother saw Shay coming back, he hurriedly asked him about the situation.

Although Shay was only going to meet Perfectot, for the other people in the settlement, this was a major event that concerned their lives.

"The Lord has agreed to provide us with robots, but this matter still needs to go through the approval process. I submitted a report to the relevant departments when I left Chernobog. Given the efficiency of the North, we will have news in a month at most." Shay explained to his brother, and then got down to business: "The Lord will send an investigation team to investigate the severed hand. Brother, you should make sure everyone is ready to welcome them. Don't lose face in front of the Lord!"

"Don't worry, I have more experience in this kind of thing than you!" Shay's brother was very confident about this. As a former imperial civil servant, he was indeed very experienced in this matter.

The only thing that worried him was the question about the severed hand: "But can the investigation team sent by the lord really deal with the owner of that hand? You know how tough that hand is."

(End of this chapter)