Chapter 615: Banana Evil, Not the Way (43)

"The seal of the Imperial Monkey House… is nothing more than that. Even if the senses are veiled by dark arts, I can still see the crimes being enacted here… lamentable, regrettable."

Xing at this moment also realized she had become the self in Luan Po's memory; she looked around, daring not to imagine that the laboratory before her was the Ninja Capital of Luan Po's stronghold.

"With that, the trial ends… Return to see the Master and continue cultivation."

Xing arrived at a computer, which recorded all the data of the test subjects. Among them, the Superhuman Department's manufacturing project in Department 33 was progressing relatively smoothly.

Experiment status:

Test subject AK-A-3's development state is excellent: visual nerve reaction speed 3210 times, auditory nerve reaction 1305 times, eyesight 908 times, hearing 21358 times, bone hardness 733 times, muscle strength 3596 times.

The current cultivation plan is to ingest daily 73 types of genetic medicines produced from Picnic Forest, undergo ninth‑level imaginary electric stimulation for 15 minutes, and perform a single fifth‑level stress‑capacity test (failed).

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Zero Zone.

"Muscle strength 3596 times…"

Yuecheng Liu adjusted her glasses frame, her fingertips trembling slightly. Although she was not a researcher, the sheer magnitude of the AK‑A test subject's data was such that even an ordinary person could feel it at a glance, right?

They're really studying superhumans!

"What's wrong, Liu?" Xingjian Ya cast a puzzled look at her, "Is this superhuman test subject that strong? How strong, roughly?"

"Hmm… if I have to say, perhaps a single punch could kill Niniwei?" Youzhen, slumped in the chair, offered a relatively 'conservative' guess.

"The power isn't that small," Yuecheng Liu retorted instinctively, "A visual nerve reaction speed 3210 times means bullets appear extremely slow to her eyes, and eyesight 908 times that of normal is almost comparable to some telescopes. As for hearing 21358 times, no wonder Luan Po can hear the sound of protons annihilating. And bone hardness 733 times plus muscle strength 3596 times means that if she gathered all the skeletal remains of the Zero Void, she could wipe them out with a single punch."

"I see, so this is her cultivation result? Truly remarkable…" Ya nodded thoughtfully, "So next, the cultivation is to cut down all the void's skeletal remains with a single slash."

"Chief Ya! Don't suddenly start this kind of cultivation that looks impossible at a glance!"

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"Greetings, Master Bitter Tea. The secret incantation… has been deciphered by me."

In Luan Po's stronghold, the "Bitter Tea Master" is a middle‑aged man about fifty years old, wearing a lab coat, his face shocked: "W‑what… this is less than two systems…"

"Master Bitter Tea, may I now be considered a ninja disciple?"

The Bitter Tea Master cleared his throat: "... Ahem! Of course! A girl newly entering the ninja path, I acknowledge your resolve. From today, you are the heir of the Entangled Ninja Art."

"Thank you, Master. Disciple… is deeply honored."

The Bitter Tea Master paused, then continued: "Look at this city‑state shrouded in gloom! Suffering, hatred, sorrow all grow on the land soaked with sin, and waves of blood and tears will swallow all hope. All because the ruthless, tearless Imperial Monkey Evil Ninja wields dark arts to plunge the populace into ruin, allowing malevolent forces to oppress, inciting universal outrage."

"You will inherit the legacy of the Ninja Hero, settle the sins of the Evil Ninja, end the long night of the Ninja Capital, and return a peaceful world to the people."

A light seemed to flare in the girl's eyes as she slowly lifted her head: "I will train diligently, and one day… become the Entangled Ninja Hero spoken of by the Master."

"What an admirable enlightenment! To oppose the Evil Ninja, you still need a new name, a name belonging to a ninja."

"Name…? Is AK‑A‑3 a name?"

The Bitter Tea Master shook his head: "I don't know, disciple. A name carries your ideals, engraves your conviction, reveals your destiny. It is your own ninja designation—so you must decide it yourself."

"Then… Luan Po. Unwavering heart, breaking evil to reveal righteousness, that was the Master's original teaching; I wish to take that as my name."

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OVERLOR.

(This… this can't be right…? Luan Po actually has such exaggerated physical stats?)

(This is beyond what magical amplification can achieve. Speaking of which, can Ya Erbeide, clad in three layers of divine‑grade armor forged by Helmes Trilis Megistess, block a single strike from her?)

Although a subconscious thought of "impossible to block" arose in his mind, Anzi must admit he had previously underestimated Luan Po.

He originally thought the technique of instantly appearing behind Banana Helper and knocking the enemy down in less than a heartbeat was some sort of "instant body" ninjutsu, but it turned out to be simply sheer speed… speed that exceeds the visual limits of this body.

(Come to think of it, Ya Erbeide, Xia Ti Ya, and Koses Tes didn't notice anything abnormal, which means that if Luan Po attacked them, they wouldn't even be able to react?)

(Ah… this troublesome guy is actually a Sea‑Patrolling Ranger, what a headache…)

Thinking of this, Anzi felt a pang of pain in his non‑existent stomach.

"Um… Lord Anzi, what's wrong with you?"

Ya Erbeide and Koses Tes, who completely failed to grasp the string of experimental numbers, cast worried glances at the master on the throne; ever since the lord saw those dense characters, his condition seemed off.

"It's nothing, you may go down first."

Anzi waved to the guardians beneath the throne, rose slowly, and then left the throne hall under the escort of a group of maids.

After seeing the master depart, the guardians silently retreated to Solomon's Key. The room is usually completely silent; aside from a few crystal‑type monsters on guard, it is empty, making this the perfect moment for their discussion.

"Lord Anzi… could it be that you're feeling unwell?" Ma Lei, clutching his staff, asked timidly.

"Sigh, if Lord Anzi could whip me to make myself feel better, I'd be more than happy to serve," Xia Ti's fair cheek flushed a rosy hue, full of yearning anticipation, "To feel the lord's surging magic up close, just the thought… ah, the underwear is a bit off."

"You slut! Do you think this kind of thing concerns you?!"

Hearing that, Ya Erbeide's whole body began to emit endless dark aura, her mouth opening enormously: "Lord Anzi, whether it's venting or pampering, no matter how you think, I'm the more suitable one, right? You seven‑gill eel!"