Reckless Through The New World

In the study room of the Royal Palace of the United Kingdom of the South China Sea, His Majesty Yunero Hailong is reviewing documents.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the document in hand, but the focus of his eyes was obviously not on the document.

He is watching the chat channel.

[Pursuing the Harmony of Nature with Technology: Ladies and gentlemen, have any of you studied the topic of "quickly mass-producing cannon fodder troops based on IVF technology"? 】

[Scarlet Scholar: Oh, did the panda ask you about that too? I think that, apart from you and me, only Han Feng (Aaron) might be able to work on that topic—no, Liu Daoqing also has this possibility...]

[President of Huang Tian Mutual Aid Association: No, it's not me, I don't have it, don't talk nonsense! 】

[Sit in the kitchen and look at the situation with a smile: What exactly are you talking about? 】

【Pursuing the Harmony of Nature with Technology: This is how it goes...】

[Sit in the kitchen and look at the situation with a smile: It seems that it is indeed not Liu Daoqing, he can't go to the wizarding world to do this kind of nonsense. 】

[King of Poison Tongues: Maybe it's trying to hide things, isn't there such a saying that "lying is the instinct of politicians". 】

[Sage Tara Khan: Why can't Aaron do it? Although he has been missing for a long time, no one dares to say that he must be sealed. 】

[Witch exploring the world: It is indeed possible that it is Aaron. The panda discovered the problem in the wizarding world, and Aaron's spatial fluctuations disappeared there. If Aaron had woken up long ago, but never returned to the city, it wouldn't be surprising that he came up with this. 】

[Sitting in the kitchen and watching the situation with a smile: But, if Aaron woke up long ago, why didn't he contact us? 】

[King of Venomous Tongues: I think he is a poor man, so he almost went to the street to beg for food, so I'm embarrassed to contact everyone. 】

[President of Huang Tian Mutual Aid Association: With his temper, robbery is more reliable than begging...]

The next chat, Yuneruo did not continue to watch, but directly dialed the private chat channel.

"Panda is over there, be careful."

"He's here? What's he doing here?"

"Going to find you."

"I've been pretending to be dead for so many years, why are people still looking for me?"

"I think it's because you've been pretending to be dead that everyone is worried about you."

"No wonder he used a private chat to contact me some time ago... I knew I should have replied at the time and told him that I was doing well, so don't bother him."

"It's too late to regret now, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Avoid him. Once he finds out about the things I did... it's not very good."

"You know it wouldn't be great to be discovered by him, and you're still so frustrating?"

"This is science! Science! A scientist must have the courage to dedicate himself to science. What's more, it's just for others to dedicate themselves..."

"I wonder if you, a scientist, didn't come out of the Japanese Unit 731..."

"It's not that exaggerated. How could I do something so inefficient? You can deny my character, but you can't deny my technology!"

"...Anyway, be careful, don't get caught by the panda. I don't want to hear that you've been cleared."

"Don't worry, I'll stay far away from him!"

After the private chat was over, the handsome young man in a white coat with a gloomy aura shook his head, took out a notebook and looked at it, and sighed.

"Forty percent of the scheduled research project has only been completed. How can this guy, panda, come so quickly!"

He put down his notebook, walked through a few doors, and came to an extremely clean room.

The floor of the room was covered with soft gelatin with a certain temperature. In the middle of these gelatinous gels lay many women who were almost motionless and breathed more than a dead person. These women have several glial tubes attached to their bodies, some of which are filled with nutrient solution, and some of which are used to remove fully developed egg cells.

For his arrival, these women did not respond-a lot of unnecessary parts of their brains had been removed, and all the owners of the institute needed were their ability to produce high-quality egg cells.

"It's still too hard to find a good mother!" The handsome young man in a white coat sighed and said to himself, "The reproduction of intelligent creatures is subject to too many restrictions. In contrast, slimes are more convenient. Much more. It's a pity that the slime's potential is too low..."

If you go out along the pipeline, you will see that these extracted egg cells are first screened, and after the selection, those that meet the requirements will be sent to the slimes that look like huge ovals, and then they will absorb nutrients and grow rapidly. .

The "cultivation workshop" is the main body of this institute. It is extremely vast, with tens of thousands of oval slimes scattered in rows and rows.

These slimes are nourished by a gelatinous "carpet" on the ground, which is then provided to the cultured creature. In just a short month, a mature individual about seventeen or eighteen years old can be cultivated.

Every time the culture inside a slime egg was about to mature, it was sent to another room along the wriggling carpet. When the cultures matured, the giant eggs burst, and the dull-eyed cultures lay on the ground, rugged and transported to a memory-instilled lab bench.

Next, it will take about six to eight hours to turn the empty cultured body into a soldier with basic knowledge who can serve as cannon fodder.

The soldiers who have completed the training will put on the gel coat next to the experimental bench, walk out of the research institute in a neat line, and go to the maintenance center on the other side to receive the final maintenance, waiting to be used.

Six such production bases have been built so far.

"According to my plan, 20 production bases should have been built, and then the world could be pushed flat with powerful troops." After opening the system map, the handsome young man looked at the strongholds of the wizard organizations marked by himself on the map, and frowned. Lock.

"But, the panda guy came too early!"

He immediately shook his head: "No, it's not that he came early, but my work progress is too slow. I wasted too much time with those wizard organizations before, and I wasted too much time. I should have set up a production base and gave them all directly. Destroyed... Damn, I'm only a mortal after all, and I can't avoid the limitations of mortals!"

He sighed deeply: "The inferiority of human beings is that they want to achieve their goals through cooperation and the strength of others. It is their desire for hypocritical peace, and they want to be recognized by others... These things have no meaning at all. No! They're just wrong pieces of DNA, wrong genes that hinder evolution!"

Turning off the system map, he pushed his glasses, and there was a cold, cold light in his eyes.

"Now that the panda has arrived, I can only do two-pronged measures, avoiding him while taking the time to speed up the pace... As long as I move fast enough, I may be able to complete the established research goal before he makes trouble for me..."

At this moment, he saw that his private chat channel was lit up, and in the contact list, the name of the panda was constantly beating.

"Haha." After a dry laugh, Aaron Igor Kunzlin didn't answer the private chat again, pretending that he still hadn't woken up.