Early the next morning, Mirel prepared breakfast before waking Li Zheng.
After breakfast, they both headed straight for the Gravity Research Institute.
Since he arranged the rental of the Gravity Room yesterday, Li Zheng now had free access to the Gravity Research Institute, and to facilitate his comings and goings, he was even given operating privileges for the elevator.
In the sa Gravity Room as yesterday, only Rothschild was waiting there; Feng Yue was likely still handling the matter of the weighted equipnt for Li Zheng, so he hadn't arrived yet.
Rothschild, who was originally in the control room, saw Li Zheng arrive and said to him, "I examined your geno yesterday and have good news for you."
"My genetic chain is incomplete?" Li Zheng imdiately guessed what Rothschild wanted to say.
Rothschild nodded, "That's right, your genetic chain is indeed incomplete, which ans you are not a perfect gene right now! Not only that, but I did so special research last night and made another astonishing discovery: your genetic chain has surprisingly reached a balance point, retaining future potential and also repairing the genes to an unusually solid state."
"This is the main reason why you can quickly adapt in the Gravity Room."
Li Zheng, intrigued, asked, "Many people in the Outer City use Genetic Potion, right? Has no one ever discovered this so-called balance point before?"
"No," Rothschild answered, "Every race's genes manifest differently. Take you and as examples: your genes form a spiral chain with neatly arranged connections in the frawork, whereas our Morlo Lizard Race's genes form a dot matrix, composed of dots according to certain rules. The more perfect and harmonious the dot matrix, the more solid the genes. In the future, it becos harder to shake and even harder to enhance power."
"Mm-hmm," Li Zheng listened, half understanding, and asked, "I've heard of a super limit Genetic Potion appearing in the Outer City, where taking it causes any race to grow a lot of body parts and turn into so bizarre monster. What's the principle behind it?"
"That one?" Rothschild's expression hardened, "I've researched a case on that and can tell you about it."
"Strictly speaking, there's a limit to the perfection of genes for each race. Initially, the Genetic Potion in the Outer City evolved to the Super God level, stepping just into the Basic Level threshold, and then reached its limit. At this level, the gene map is completely filled in, achieving the most harmonious, complete, and perfect form."
"At this point, using conventional thods to enhance power becos very challenging."
"This is when most Outer City residents chose the Spiritual Power route to complent their combat techniques and enhance their combat strength."
"However, so people refused to give up and continued to research the Genetic Potion, attempting to go further."
"Then the Overlimit Potion was developed."
At this point, Rothschild sighed, "I'm not sure if the potion's developnt took a wrong turn. Those people, when finding it impossible to insert new fragnts into the gene map, ca up with the thod of grafting—grafting gene fragnts from other races externally onto the genetic sequence, ultimately leading to genetic alienation and developnt in an uncontrollable direction."
"In research on unknown fields, there are both risks and opportunities," Li Zheng pondered, "The Overlimit Potion seems to have had only a first version which was confiscated and destroyed by the Terminal. It doesn't necessarily an that gene grafting is entirely unworkable; perhaps so gene matches among various races could succeed in grafting."
In the pursuit of science, success is often found through countless failures. Many useful inventions that benefit humanity erged from certain research processes' detours, unexpectedly proving quite useful.
"Indeed," Rothschild, being a researcher, understood such reasoning well. "But with the Outer City facing crises, we don't have the luxury of ti to take detours, nor do we have the foundation to find the right path amidst countless wrong ones. So we support the Terminal's decision to confiscate and destroy those unstable things."
"Including those scientists who were dealt with?" Mirel suddenly asked, "If those scientists who researched chaotic things weren't dealt with, with their insatiable thirst for knowledge, wouldn't they continue to secretly develop prohibited items?"
Rothschild glanced at Mirel, saying, "They weren't dealt with... or to be straightforward, they weren't killed by the Terminal but had certain related mories erased. In the research field, if soone wakes up to find a mory gap, they assu they crossed a line with a project and stop pursuing it."
Then he revealed a piece of news that startled Li Zheng, "I once saw my na on a research project list nad the Red rcury Plan, but I have no related mories. It was after that I transitioned to the Gravity Research Institute and shifted to a different research type."
Li Zheng wondered, "Aren't you curious about what was being developed in the Red rcury Plan?"
"Of course I'm curious. No one wouldn't be curious about what they did in the past," Rothschild said. "But since the Terminal erased that part of the mory, it signaled a line was crossed. Delving deeper would only result in the sa outco, adding to the burden."
Seeking answers would inevitably lead down the sa old path, only to have one's mory wiped again.
It's better not to pursue it, saving ti and energy, and focusing on other projects to achieve results.
At that mont, Li Zheng suddenly realized that the pillars of the Outer City might not just be the residents willing to risk their lives venturing into the Sin Domain or the Wilderness for training.
There were also those inventors who, though seldom leaving the Outer City, continually produced new inventions that bolstered the Outer City's foundation.
Among these inventors, so might seek fa and fortune, but Li Zheng believed that most, like Rothschild, quietly worked on research projects, wholeheartedly dedicated to the scientific field.
"Let's stop the idle talk here," Rothschild checked the ti and, seeing Feng Yue hadn't arrived yet, decided not to wait for him, "Are we going with the sa Gravity Amplification coefficient as yesterday?"
"Yes, let's warm up first." Li Zheng patted Mirel's hand wrapped around his arm, giving her a reassuring glance, and headed to the Gravity Generation Field.
"The Gravity Amplification to thirteen tis can't be activated all at once. It needs to be gradually added, giving your body ti to adapt," Rothschild spoke into the intercom, "Let know when you're ready."
Without speaking, Li Zheng simply made a hand gesture, then sat cross-legged on the ground.
Buzz!
The Gravity Amplification started, beginning at three tis. Li Zheng's blood flow stagnated for a mont before returning to normal.
Rothschild closely monitored the data from Li Zheng's body, noticing minimal changes, and began increasing the gravity one step at a ti.
Soon it reached ten tis gravity, and Rothschild compared it to yesterday's data, finding it surprisingly optimized further.
This indicated an improvent in Li Zheng's "comfort level" under ten tis gravity.
In combat terms, it's equivalent to Li Zheng today being able to defeat yesterday's self.
At ten and a half tis, Li Zheng still felt no strain.
Next was eleven tis, eleven and a half tis, twelve tis, increntally increasing.
At thirteen tis, Li Zheng felt as though a mountain was suddenly pressing down on him, though sowhat lighter than yesterday.
"Strange," Li Zheng mused to himself, "I don't recall feeling this light yesterday when I left, but I didn't do anything special, only glanced at the Hundred Flowers Painting last night."
"Could the Hundred Flowers Painting enhance Physique?"
This effect didn't seem to manifest in Mirel, who only gained so benefits in Spiritual Power.
After adapting to thirteen tis gravity for two hours, Li Zheng felt slightly more relaxed and began to try moving his limbs, eventually daring to attempt standing up.
Crack, crack, crack...
A series of abnormal sounds emanated from his joints, the compressing joint gaps reducing the distance between bones, causing slight pain with each movent.
"Beyond ten tis, each increase in gravity is worlds apart," Li Zheng trembled, unable to fully straighten up yet not forced back into a sitting position by the gravity.
Rothschild, intently observing the data from Li Zheng's body, was amazed, "Incredible! Every cell in his body is striving to adapt to the current gravitational environnt. I estimate in another eight hours, he'll be able to barely manage walking under a thirteen tis gravity coefficient."
This terrifying progress surpassed Feng Yue's by at least dozens of tis!
Feng Yue, the most adaptive person Rothschild encountered, took ten days under thirteen tis gravity before daring to attempt standing.
And Li Zheng...
It had only been a re three hours!
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