Chapter 182: Experiment (2)

The police doll’s gun actually worked!

The bullet was fired, but unfortunately, it had no effect—the Ghost Head instantly killed it.

Louis immediately threw in the Indian Chief doll, but before he could even turn his head, it was again instantly killed by the Ghost Head.

“Hey, let me give you something big.”

Louis released the One-Eyed Odin doll; the next second, the Odin doll came to life, a blue lightning bolt flashed out and exploded, leaving a black mark on the wooden board…

Yes, just a black mark on the wooden board.

The next moment, the Ghost Head reappeared—this time, it didn’t instantly kill. After the lightning flickered for a second, the Ghost Head appeared atop Odin’s body, turned its head, and stared directly at Louis again.

“…”

For some reason, Louis felt this thing was telling him: if you’ve got the guts, come and let me out.

“Bullets can be used, and Odin held out for a second—so your instant kill isn’t an absolute law, it can be resisted. Therefore, either the activated dolls aren’t strong enough, or your own strength is truly overwhelming.”

“Given that bullets can’t penetrate the walls, it’s likely the activated dolls simply lack sufficient power.”

Louis stroked his chin, then placed a doll that looked profoundly sacred into the house—behind it hung a cross.

Yes, it was Jesus.

The priest failed, but Odin lasted a second—so what about Jesus?

Recalling the origin of this toy house, Louis smiled faintly.

Just as it was placed inside.

A faint golden glow erupted around Jesus; the next second, the Ghost Head teleported in, and three seconds later, accompanied by Jesus’s silent sigh, his head vanished.

Then the Ghost Head continued staring at Louis, as if mocking him.

“…”

Louis fell silent for a moment, then placed another doll inside. As soon as it activated, he intervened directly, using a wooden stick to poke the activated doll out.

The Ghost Head remained at the doorway, its gaze fixed on Louis, and did not emerge.

Louis didn’t look at it—he looked at the doll in his hand.

The activated doll struggled in Louis’s grasp, still alive, but gradually ceased movement—this process lasted ten minutes.

That meant: ten minutes after leaving the toy house, the doll would lose its vitality and revert to an inanimate object.

In the following time, Louis conducted multiple experiments and found the device seemed rather useless: it could activate dolls, but the activated dolls were weak, had simple minds, were hard to communicate with, and died ten minutes after being removed.

Too useless.

He didn’t understand why anyone would make this thing—play hyper-realistic pretend?

And it even used the power of Quetzalcoatl—hah, what a waste.

“Could the real value of this thing lie in the Ghost Head itself?” Louis looked at the Ghost Head, still staring fixedly at him.

After a moment, Louis put away the toy house.

Though useless, perhaps he simply hadn’t figured out how to use it properly—it was a magical artifact infused with divine power; he’d keep it stored for now and experiment with it later.

For now, he’d rest, then deal with those insects.

Louis stretched, returned to his room, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

For him now, cultivation was equivalent to rest; visualizing the Divine Lord’s diagram naturally refreshed his spirit—he no longer needed sleep or similar methods.

As Louis’s mind settled, he visualized the Divine Lord’s diagram; magic power began circulating within him, and his Yin Spirit gradually strengthened.

To advance the Yin Spirit to the Yang Spirit realm, first it must grow to its personal limit, then receive a touch of yang energy, gradually transforming from yin to yang into a Yang Spirit.

Besides visualizing the Divine Lord’s diagram, other methods exist to strengthen the Yin Spirit—and Louis had three: taking elixirs, consuming souls, and dual cultivation.

Blood elixirs were still insufficient; evil spirits were mostly consumed and refined daily; dual cultivation was covered by Emma and the others.

With these methods, Louis believed he could reach the Yin Spirit’s limit within two or three years and attempt the transition from yin to yang.

One hour later.

Louis concluded his practice; his Yin Spirit had grown slightly stronger.

“Huh～feels like an hour passed in an instant; when my cultivation base rises further, I’ll probably lose all sense of seasons.”

Louis shook his head and prepared to deal with the remaining loot.

The only remaining loot now were the insects: lip-sucking worms, variants, parasitic species…

Louis immediately began processing them, starting with the easiest: the lip-sucking worms.

The lip-sucking worms’ greatest value lay in research; Louis decisively handed them over to the researchers, aiming to eliminate their reproductive instincts and turn them into tranquil, desire-free tool insects.

Next came the variants and parasitic species.

Inside the steel cage, the parasitic queen Beth stared blankly at Louis.

Louis, expressionless, pulled out a blood-red pill about three to four millimeters wide—the mutated blood ge. Yes, Louis wanted to see if insects could be controlled by ge.

If not, he’d have to wait until the Centipede Pouch was forged.

Whoosh!

The mutated blood ge floated before Beth’s eyes; Beth, staring at the tiny pill, felt her insect instincts warning her—she sensed this thing… was alive!

“Cut your neck and put it in.”

Louis’s cold voice came.

Beth didn’t hesitate—her palm deformed, piercing straight through her neck; pale red blood oozed from the wound.

She took the blood ge and placed it on the wound.

The ge immediately became active upon contact with blood, spreading through the vessels toward her brain.

Simultaneously, Beth’s lips twitched, her brow furrowed, her entire body trembled, twisting like a soft-bodied creature, her form swelling larger.

Clearly, she was losing control and reverting to her original form.

Three seconds later.

Beth roared—her head turned red, her eyes filled with dense, wriggling threads of blood.

Outside the cage, Louis smiled.

Success.

It actually worked.

Insects can be parasitized too.

Or rather, when they possess large size and complex bodily structure, they already meet the basic conditions for parasitism.

“Return to human form.”

Three seconds later, Beth reverted—but her clothes had been torn apart; now she was completely naked.

Looking at Beth’s face, Louis paused, then asked, “Can you change your appearance?”

Beth froze, then her face twisted and adjusted subtly.

Five minutes later, she had transformed into Louis’s face.

Clearly, she could—her bodily control was sufficient to make major facial adjustments.

Fortunately, the new blood ge directly controlled the brain; otherwise, with her level of bodily control, she could easily kill the ge inside her.

“Good. Come out.”

Beth’s two arms turned into tentacles, tearing open the steel cage, and stepped out.

Then.

Louis tested Beth’s offspring and found it could indeed be used as a biological weapon, like a bio-armor.

Under Beth’s control, the offspring wouldn’t seize control, but it had enormous demands for water and nutrients—especially water. Without sufficient hydration, the offspring would become frenzied, affecting the host.

And it had another flaw: fear of dehydration. Just a tiny diuretic caused one offspring to die instantly—pathetically fragile.

Both flaws were currently unfixable; they’d have to be set aside.

“It seems this bio-armor concept isn’t mature yet—it needs research by biological genetics experts.”

Louis thought, and his desire for scientists grew stronger—human civilization’s wisdom was still useful, and now might be a good time to gather talent.

With the arms race over, millions will be unemployed in the coming years; countless talents among them will become vagrants. If he wished, picking them up cheaply wouldn’t be impossible.

“Well, it seems America ending the Cold War is, in some way, good for me.”

Louis thought this, then stepped into the next room.

A brand-new variant queen stared at him, fierce and alert.

(End of Chapter)