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[Cutting off three-quarters]

The last excision, the tingling sensation came again, making Itori, who was bound by the ligament, stand upright again: "Ah!"

The screams sounded from the laboratory, and Weston directly handed the removed purpura to No. 307 in front of him, and began to suture and repair Iori's bleeding wound.

"It's over, the test subject Itori."

"You..." Itori stared at No. 307.

"This is just a simple surgical operation." No. 307 jumped from the operating table to the chair set up next to it, and then jumped from the chair to the ground, holding the bloody bag.

"Now I need to make preparations, and I will leave this place to my father!" No. 307 turned around and walked towards the corner of Quinker Steel.

……

Clang!

With two sounds, the tweezers and scalpel were thrown onto the surgical tray by Weston.

Ten minutes later, the final suturing operation was quickly over.Weston wiped the sweat off his face and sat down on the edge of his chair.

And that's the end of it all...

Weston thought with a sigh of relief.

"Are you still alive?"

Itori, who was already recovering through the body's self-healing system, lay weakly on the operating table and looked at the father and daughter with resentment: "Since you have achieved your goal, you should let me go? If it is true what your daughter said , I am a precious experimental subject, you should not kill me."

Weston shook his head and said, "But I won't let you go."

Itori's face changed when he heard his words, and his weak tone became tough: "You know I'm a 'clown' person, Asura."

"So what?" Weston raised an eyebrow.

"How about it... You were rated as an SSS-level ghoul by the CCG, but our organization also has SSS-level existences. You may be very powerful, but you don't want your lovely daughter to be targeted by an organization, do you?"

"If you want to kill her, you can do whatever you want."

"What?" Itori looked at him in astonishment, it was the first time he heard the existence of father being so cold.

"Your Hebao has been transformed and you will never be able to escape until you adapt to the new ability. During this period, you, as a ghoul with an RC value of 2000, have all transformed into Type I RC cells. What will happen to us? We are very interested in what kind of data it brings."

"You bastard..." Itori's face was ugly.

"As No. 307 said, as the first experimental subject to successfully evolve from a ghoul, it is impossible for us to let you go."

"Are you crazy? It's too arrogant to plan to turn all the ghouls into something like me..."

At this moment, a pungent smell suddenly burst out covering the entire laboratory.Scarlet blood mist sprayed out from the corner, and blood-red light spots all over the sky flickered throughout the laboratory.

"It can be done. As long as there are more and more data on the evolution of the experimental subject, the success rate will increase to 100% sooner or later." No. 307 said confidently.

Standing in the corner, beside her was an unformed sword embryo.

Itori looked at the sprayed blood mist in shock, and slowly gathered it around the sword.

"That is……"

Weston was also surprised: "So fast?"

"According to grandpa's method is only the first step. And it's just that this ability is too brief. I think I can make a universal sword that can manipulate the abilities of all new races in the future——

[As long as my RC cells in this sword are compiled into an automatic arrangement matrix combination, and then embedded in a stable kernel.Analyze the acquisition rules and structure of other implanted type I RC cells.Then the reconstruction algorithm is compressed into small units, and it is used as a kind of energy to fill the Kuink sword]——Father's sword will be invincible! "

No. 307 stared at Itori seriously.

Whether it's 'return' or her father's sword, this woman's data provided her with an absolutely successful direction for calculation.

More time, more experiments...

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a few months later.

In the laboratory, a young ghoul with a nervous face lay on the newly added operating table, and a female high school student on the other operating table exuded a faint dark red halo in a coma.

"That...is it really risk-free to do this?"

In front of the operating table, two figures, one big and one small, watched the changes quietly.The young girl among them frowned slightly: "Don't worry, I will use the Universal Type I RC conversion agent for you. Even if there is any problem, I will help you recover. And this is what you promised... I will give you advice to catch up with you." Girl, you accept this first transformation agent experiment."

"Ming, I understand..."

The number 175 is pasted on the front of the juvenile ghoul operating table, while the number 202 is for the female high school student who exudes a slightly human aura.

This is not a random number for buying a house lottery. Looking around the laboratory, one can see a blood-red sword standing on the wall, with dark red crystals embedded in eight holes in the hilt inlaid with octagonal stars.On the operating table not far away, each of these crystals is marked with [Cell Molecularization and Recombination] - Itori, [Heat and Flame] - Flame Tongue, [Concentration and Lightning] - Ludwig (Germany) Wait for the note.

Obviously... the number is the number of the test subject that has passed the cumulative number of experiments.

On the operating table, the young ghoul felt a slight change after a few minutes. No. 307 watched the whirlwind of the wind breath in the closed laboratory without any fluctuation in his gaze.

The boy had a strange look on his face: "Is this the result of the experiment? Doctor."

"of course."

Weston stood aside and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's finally a success."

"The probability is 90%. If we continue to improve, we will need more experimental subjects..." No. 307 turned around, staring at Weston with bright black eyes.