"Glug glug glug—"
One of the mbers of the redici Family, Feina, was soaking in disinfectant alcohol, gulping down alcohol, and the entire lighthouse jellyfish changed from originally bright blue to peach pink.
Everyone in the dormitory witnessed with their own eyes a jellyfish less than ten centiters tall actually drink more than 500 milliliters of alcohol, its belly swelling, and the jellyfish cap on its head also expanding.
"By the way, do you know what this thing is called in the research community?"
Watching the jellyfish lady, Ansheng took out his phone to capture Feina’s form and posted it to his friend circle, then looked at the logistics support team mber walking in with a bottle of alcohol.
Having seen the Dragon People, Lord Fuli acquired a very rough understanding of Blue Star’s history and the antics of its ancestors.
The chemical reaction resulting from the collision of the people of Blue Star and Spiritual Particles is simply spiral ascendancy.
"In academia, there isn’t a specific term for her kind of situation; we generally refer to those who have edited their own genes as: translocational mutants."
The logistics support group mber looked at Feina inside the bottle and said, "In simple terms, they thoroughly modify their internal geno. If we need to taphorically describe translocational mutants’ existence, we would call them Spirit Beasts."
"They’re not like Woodcutters; they replace their geno with mutated genes, fully editing themselves into Spirit Beasts with human logical reasoning. This kind of gene editing carries extrely high risks and unknown factors."
"Looking around all of Blue Star, the organization with the most mastery over this technology is the Longevity Club."
The logistics support team mber spoke, fully relaying the Security Bureau’s training course content to Lord Fuli.
Translocational mutants are not human, but Spirit Beasts.
Through genomic translocation editing technology, they cause the geno to restructure, shifting from the human trajectory to that of Spirit Beasts, facilitating the mutation of humans into Spirit Beasts with specialized tribal traits.
When it cos to not being human, all countries on Blue Star need to align with the Longevity Club.
The logistics team mber couldn’t explain the Woodcutters’ Beastman transformation in detail to Lord Fuli.
As a student majoring in Ancient Xia Language, how could he understand those principles?
He vaguely rembered that the principle behind the Woodcutters’ beastification seed to involve inserting a certain chain reaction, requiring a fixed Spirit Beast partner to achieve beastification, and needing a specific expansion of external gene fragnts.
The Security Bureau’s research institute possesses research in genetics editing, but due to ethical concerns and the potential for polluting the human gene pool, they haven’t pursued much in gene editing technology.
Currently, the primary research direction has consistently been towards basic Spiritual Particles and Spiritual Particle synthesis.
"Lord Fuli! Did you catch the redici Family mber?"
Upon learning the news, Lin Bingyun rushed back to the dormitory with the nannies hastily pushing a al cart.
Lin Bingyun’s knock interrupted the lesson of the logistics team mber, causing everyone in the room to shift their focus toward the door.
Feina, lying in the bottle, seed to hear Lin Bingyun’s voice, her eyes flying open.
"Wow!"
"The henchn of Ship King Lin!" Feina exclaid in terror.
Lin Bingyun fixed her gaze on Feina, her expression exuding a murderous chill.
"I don’t want to film an avi! I don’t want to debut..." Feina shouted, bumping against the glass bottle.
"Officer! Call the police! Soone report that they’ve captured my uncle to shoot calcium films, causing my uncle’s butt to go from ’poof’ to ’hah’..."
Feina had an uncle.
He mysteriously went missing in Arica and returned half a year later with claustrophobia and lanophobia.
Later.
He started distributing free calcium films, and Feina watched over 300 in the series, fully understanding the tornt she would face if she fell into Ship King Lin’s hands.
Her uncle...
With a lon-sized...
Afterward, the Ship King family sent over thirty thousand US dollars as business expenses to the redici Family.
"I apologize, but I may need to invite this lady out for a bit as we have so business matters to discuss," Lin Bingyun said to Lord Fuli, getting his approval before heading toward the balcony with the glass bottle.
Closing the well-insulated balcony door, Lin Bingyun carried Feina into the bathroom.
"Wow! Local Arican-style bullying."
Ansheng glanced at the bathroom and shrugged, deciding not to pay attention to what was happening.
Though the jellyfish lady was strange, she really seed to have no strength.
"Dinner’s ready!"
Ansheng waved at the nannies, who took out the snacks from the al cart.
"Abalone with broccoli, enjoy slowly, Lord Fuli." A fox-sized abalone was placed on the platter, its edges garnished with a toothpick-sized orchid.
Lin Bingyun knew that Lord Fuli was very tired tonight.
She disregarded the calories and directly served him an indulgent al.
"Um...I’d like to send an email, may I borrow your computer for a mont?"
Adele, seeing that things seed to have cald down, asked the logistics team mbers and Lord Fuli.
"There—"
Lord Fuli pointed at Tang You’s computer.
Adele sat down, calling the consul on the phone to report that the matter had concluded and they might need further communication with the Security Bureau.
"Hmm?"
While downloading an email, Adele saw an icon suddenly pop up on the screen.
A bird spread its wings on the icon.
Then.
A row of icons appeared as a ga called ’Legendary Hegemony’ automatically launched, even kindly assisting her with account registration and auto-grinding monsters in the ga, leaving Adele stupefied.
"This computer is so laggy..."
She closed the ga and sent the written report to the ambassador as instructed by the consul.
When she sent the email, she failed to notice so strange attachnts suddenly added before sending.
......
"Lord Fuli, your lighthouse jellyfish...." Lin Bingyun returned to the room after opening the balcony door, placing the bottle along with Feina on the table.
"So how was it?" Ansheng asked curiously at the two as they returned.
"Feina redici, a descendent of the redici Family, currently a first-year archaeology student at Northwest University."
"Huh?" Wang Ya froze, then spoke in surprise: "A foreigner studying at Northwest University? How could such a thing happen?"
"This guy, must be a spy right?"
As an archaeology student, Wang Ya knew well how narrowly restricted archaeological studies were by their regional focus.
Taking Northwest University as an example, her school’s archaeology program only covers ancient Xia Country sites and so Southeast Asian countries’ archaeology, not extending to European history or Maya civilization archeology.
One could say.
The archaeology program inherently has an exclusivity, unlikely to attract foreigners, and it doesn’t even hold as much appeal as the Xia Language program.
Choosing a university’s archaeology departnt basically determines one’s professional developnt pathway.
"Who’s calling a spy? You’re the spy!" Feina shot a glance at Lin Bingyun, dissatisfied, and said, "If it weren’t for Ship King Lin’s threats, I would be enrolled at Leiden, Berkeley, or Stanford to beco a scholar in the future. Even if I study Asian history, I would go to California..."
"It’s just that..."
"Those schools are a no-go; going there ans not only failing to get a degree but also eating cream puffs..."
"In the end, I almost turned into a cream puff." Feina’s voice shrank smaller and smaller, morphing into a whisper.
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