Chapter 181: Organizing the Experiment (Part One)

Arriving at the underground base, Louis arranged his subordinates to sort these items into various prisons according to their ranks.

Different items required different prisons.

Almost every monster’s prison was custom-made.

There was no choice—ordinary prisons had no restraining effect on some monsters; specialized ones were necessary.

After locking everything away, Louis sat on a chair and began pondering where to start.

This haul was substantial, but overall it fell into two categories: insects and everything else, with insects being the most difficult, especially the meteorite.

In the end, Louis decided to tackle the easy first, resolve the “everything else,” then deal with the insects.

Golden cross, golden pistol, toy house, meteorite…

Picking up the golden cross, Louis examined it closely.

According to Michael, this was the cross used by the third-generation Cardinal, its residual power capable of repelling demons who had manifested their true forms—his ultimate treasure.

If what he said was true, this was indeed a treasure. Louis’s eyes flickered; instead of using his Spirit-Summoning Arm to draw forth evil spirits, he walked straight into a room.

Creak.

The wooden door opened.

The moment it opened, a dark, phantom figure lunged outward—then a flash of crimson cut through, and it vanished into ash.

Louis remained expressionless, then turned on the lights.

The room glowed brightly under the illumination: a spacious rectangular chamber, at least one to two hundred meters long, utterly empty except for a cluster of faint black shadows drifting in the corners and midair.

Their forms varied—some grotesque, some terrifying…

They were evil spirits.

This was a room Louis had specially constructed to store evil spirits; summoning them each time via his arm was too cumbersome—better to keep the extras on hand.

Convenient for immediate use.

And now, here it was.

Louis shut the door, feigning not to see the despair in their eyes, and smiled cheerfully. “Gentlemen, I’ve got something new to show you—who’d like to volunteer?”

Whoosh!

Dozens of evil spirits instantly recoiled backward—but none attempted to phase through their bodies to escape.

Louis shook his head. “Alright, since you won’t volunteer…”

“I’ll pick one at random.”

His finger waved lazily.

The huddled spirits’ eyes darted in unison—Louis, in their eyes, was the King of Hell calling out names.

Pointed at—you die.

“You.”

Louis’s finger pointed at an evil spirit without a chin. The spirit shifted its head left and right—but Louis’s finger never wavered. It froze in terror, then tried to scramble backward.

The next second.

Crack!

Countless invisible forces surged from behind, hurling it straight out and slamming it onto the floor before Louis.

Louis crouched down, staring at the spirit, then pulled the golden cross from inside his coat.

The moment the golden cross emerged.

A brilliant golden light erupted!

Like a bulb igniting, the light flickered—and the spirit without a chin began smoking, as if burned alive, its entire form writhing in agony.

It tried to flee, but had nowhere to go—only retreated frantically, desperate to escape the radiance.

Yet its speed slowed, until it could no longer float—falling to the ground, it crawled backward on hands and feet, its body crumbling into ash, embers dimming, until its spirit dissolved into black dust and vanished.

“This power is impressive.”

Louis watched the golden cross, its glow unwavering—he felt this object was no ordinary thing, effortlessly annihilating evil spirits; surely it could hold its own against demons.

He then tested its range and energy drain: the maximum effective distance was only about ten meters, and power weakened with distance; killing ten evil spirits only slightly dimmed its glow.

Its reserves were ample, and it could be recharged—Michael said placing it in a church to receive worship would restore its power.

In short, this was a good item. A very good one.

Louis decided to hang it by the elevator entrance—high traffic, the main exit, perfect for deterring and warning against any demons or strange entities.

“Next up…”

In the terrified gazes of all the evil spirits, the golden pistol appeared in Louis’s hand.

Moments later.

Louis stepped out holding the pistol, twirling two bullets—just as he’d expected, its only value lay in the concept: combining holy water, holy salt, and bullets.

As for effectiveness? Mediocre—only useful against ordinary evil spirits, barely effective against monsters with physical bodies.

He planned to send it to his family; they had specialists who could reverse-engineer and mass-produce it—its sole purpose was to become a standard-issue weapon.

Now, both of Michael’s rewards had been studied. Next: the meteorite and the toy house.

Louis freed the meteorite from its iron casing.

Faint blue glimmers seeped from cracks in its rocky surface.

This meteorite could mutate leeches into fat-sucking worms, and spawn two new insect species: alien and parasitic types—it was Louis’s most anticipated treasure.

Perhaps it could drive evolution?

Louis brought the meteorite into a lab, where five or six researchers awaited—they were talents the family had gathered over the past period through various means.

Honestly, America now had an overabundance of talent—or rather, the job market had turned brutal. These researchers were all graduates of top universities, fired from companies due to various reasons, now homeless.

Even in defeat, their expertise was genuine—but they’d been crushed by divorce lawsuits, foreclosed homes, business disputes, massive compensation claims; some had even ended up as beggars.

One wrong step, then a rapid, irreversible slide—with no cushion at all.

So when the family recruited, they didn’t hesitate—they were desperate for opportunity.

And to come here, they’d all willingly accepted the Guchong .

So they understood what this place entailed.

Now, staring at the meteorite, they said nothing, simply began their inspections methodically.

Moments later.

They handed Louis the report. “Boss, this rock’s radiation is wave-like—I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s highly regular, faint yet distinct, similar to nuclear radiation but fundamentally different.”

“Just tell me what it does,” Louis interrupted.

This was probably the most annoying trait of all clients and bosses.

“It damages biological genes like nuclear radiation, yet simultaneously repairs and mutates them… more effective on insects and small creatures with simpler genetics…”

After a brief description, Louis received a vague answer: this object could induce biological evolution—under mass death, superior individuals would inevitably emerge.

But the radiation was finite; excessive use might turn it into an ordinary rock.

Hearing this, Louis’s first thought was: a Gudao treasure!

Most Gu are unstable; the ones known today are stable formulas painstakingly developed by predecessors. Now, with this mutation-inducing stone…

Louis could research new Gu !

The only problem…

“How long will it last?”

“According to our estimates, ten years should be fine.”

Ten years—long enough.

“Good. I want you to find ways to enhance its evolutionary induction and reduce consumption. Can you do it?”

“Boss, if you can provide live specimens, I can manage it.”

“Done.”

Playing with the Blood River Pearl, Louis watched the researchers begin their work.

His thoughts drifted to the legendary Gu .

And perhaps, in scientific terms, this could have other applications—wasn’t the fat-sucking worm proof enough?

Putting away the Blood River Pearl, Louis turned to the final item.

The toy house.

As a special artifact given by the Red High Priest, this object was tied to a deity—specifically, the legendary Great God: Quetzalcoatl/Sun God.

Not to be underestimated.

Louis brought the toy house to a room two levels deeper—this was his High Demon Zone, where only a handful of items had ever been placed.

Its defenses were the most thorough Louis had ever built: all-steel construction, peach wood, divine statues, crosses—all present.

Looking at the toy house, Louis first activated his Spirit Eye—found no anomalies, except one: the ghostly heads inside never stopped staring at him.

Clearly, they saw him as prey.

Louis smirked, picked up a finger-sized priest doll, and shoved it inside.

He wanted to see if the doll could trigger any effect.

Once inside, the priest doll came alive—upon seeing the bloodstains in the room, it began waving its cross and flipping through the Bible.

Its mouth moved continuously.

Though no sound emerged, Louis knew exactly what it was saying.

Inside the second-floor room, the ghostly heads moved—teleporting instantly, the next second they stood before the priest, then swapped his head with their own.

The new head turned, its gaze locking onto Louis again—empty, yet utterly chilling.

The priest doll did nothing at all!

Holy light, exorcism — nothing worked.

Louis stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"Of course — how could a priest doll possibly overturn something created by the Maya gods?"

Then Louis took out the police doll, the Native American chief doll, the superhero doll, the great god Odin doll...

Ready to test them one by one!

(End of Chapter)