Chapter 122: Bloodline Fusion Experiment

Kind Cinderella did not, due to her father's cruelty, ever contemplate revenge.

She only wants to cure her father's stubborn illness, then leave this place that makes her unbearably sad.

So she pleaded to the divine lord for help, willing to spend her whole life steadfastly following the divine lord's path until her soul fades.

Facing Cinderella's sincere emotions.

Fulade did not refuse.

For Fulade, it was merely a trivial task, and it would make Cinderella even more devoted to him, so why not?

Only after arriving here did he find that things were not that simple.

Cinderella's startled cries were loud, yet they failed to wake King Wayne, which made Cinderella realize something was amiss.

He hurried forward, trying to awaken his father.

"Divine lord, what's happening?" Cinderella turned to Fulade, her fair, pretty face filled with anxiety.

"Your father was dazed by witchcraft, probably the queen's doing," Fulade scanned the palace bedroom, finding no trace of the queen.

Only on the soft couch, on the other side of King Wayne, lay some disheveled sheets, indicating someone had lain there before.

"Come with me."

Fulade opened his eyes and headed toward the castle tower.

With a surge of black light, Cinderella and Fulade instantly vanished into the night.

Wayne Castle, tower's upper floor.

With Queen Wayne's spell echoing, a light curtain flashed and vanished.

The previously empty wall suddenly bore a pitch‑black portal.

Opening the door, inside lay countless bottles and jars, a great mass of clutter—books, notes, intricate instruments—all highlighting the place's peculiarity.

In transparent glass vessels, red or green, bubbling unknown liquids streamed continuously along winding pipes.

"Ah~ uh~ ah~!!" cries of pain echoed repeatedly throughout the room,

it was a humanoid creature whose skin was gray.

It stood only 1.5 m tall, yet its body was very stout.

"Hmph, truly a naturally superior race; even the low‑grade gray dwarf with no intellect has a body endurance far surpassing humans by many times."

Clearly, Queen Wayne was conducting a human experiment, but the subject was a gray dwarf of the sub‑human race.

"Bloodline fusion rate: 89.9%!"

"Almost there, almost."

If the bloodline fusion rate reaches 97%, I can transplant Cinderella's elven lineage onto myself, thereby breaking the shackles and advancing one level!

"Not only shedding the lifespan problem, but also further extending it! Wayne—this is the price you paid for betraying me."

"I will let you die in pain and regret, ha ha ha~"

"Oh, so that's it~"

In the queen of Wayne's once dignified, beautiful face, a grim, sinister laugh emerged, echoing in the secret chamber.

A voice suddenly sounded behind her.

The sinister laugh abruptly stopped, as if her throat had been grasped, leaving her barely able to breathe.

"Who—!!"

Queen Wayne, her face filled with terror, turned to look.

As a witch who was a senior peak apprentice about to break through to the first realm, she had not noticed any sign of someone approaching—a truly frightening matter.

This indicated that the newcomer could kill her at any moment.

and anyone with such power must be at least a legendary first‑tier being.

In the darkness, a figure slowly materialized.

It was undoubtedly Fulade.

So Fulade, nonchalantly, paced back and forth in this Magic Laboratory. The laboratory was unexpectedly large.

Even with abundant Magic Material, clutter, and complex apparatus dedicated to magical experiments, it still felt extremely spacious.

Within this laboratory, there was even a specimen room, and as expected, it likely contained many living specimens.

At Fulade's appearance, Queen Wayne held her breath, her heart pounding, limbs turning cold.

Her body was overwhelmed by a terrifying, suffocating pressure, causing the queen's loose golden dress to become drenched with sweat, clinging tightly to her form and outlining a curvaceous figure.

Even though her heart was filled with fear of men, Queen Wayne dared not entertain any thought of escape.

She knew clearly that the person before her was far from a mere first‑tier strongman.

"Tsk tsk, a gray dwarf, where did you get it? The equipment's not bad either, this style doesn't seem like human craftsmanship."

Facing Fulade's nonchalant question, Queen Wayne dared not even gasp, replying, "These were traded from the underground gray dwarf kingdom."

"including these gray dwarves as well."

Hearing the queen mention those gray dwarves, Fulade showed a look of "just as I thought."

It seems that the specimen room indeed still holds many living biological specimens.

Seeing the queen's tense, pale expression, Fulade released his pressure on her.

Casually moving to a spot on the experimental table, he pointed at the still‑elegant queen and said:

"Come over, tell me in detail."

After feeling the terrifying, suffocating pressure dissipate, the queen let out a deep sigh, unable to mind her slightly weak legs, she hurried forward.

"I, sir, how should I address you?" the queen, still graceful, said with a flirtatious smile.

Fulade merely gave a cold glance, causing the queen to swallow her next words.

With a hint of fear and apprehension, she hurriedly explained to Fulade, "Sir, in the western part of the Wayne Kingdom, there is a massive meteor crater belt that leads to a passage to the underground gray dwarf kingdom."

"These gray dwarves are the slaves I traded from the gray dwarf realm, and these devices are also masterpieces of the gray dwarf clan; they are very skilled at forging such things."

"Oh, why would they trade their own kin?" a hint of doubt appeared in Fulade's eyes.

"Lord, I tell you, can you let me go?" a flash of pleading crossed the queen's mature, dignified pretty face.

The queen, relying on spiritual power close to the first‑level Witch tier, clearly sensed a trace of malice emanating from Fulade.

I couldn't help but make the request.

"Then we'll see whether you become real," Fulade said ambiguously.

Even so, a glimmer of hope still flashed in the queen's eyes.

Thus she told Fulade everything she knew, in full detail, without the slightest concealment.

The gray dwarf race, though also a subhuman super‑natural species, has established its own underground realm and possesses a civilization not inferior to that of humans.

Yet within it, there are great differences among the gray dwarves.

In the gray dwarf clan, over eighty percent of the population are the generally unintelligent low‑grade gray dwarves.

They usually act only on instinct, their behavior almost beastly.

Not only are they irritable and filthy, but their potential is also extremely low.

Day by day, aside from eating, fighting, they are on the road to bearing children.

Beyond disrupting order, increasing administrative difficulty, and consuming large amounts of food, they are essentially useless.

Therefore, this type of gray dwarf is not accepted by the other medium and high‑grade gray dwarves; they do not acknowledge these low, filthy beings as members of the same race.

Their sole purpose is to serve as slaves and as breeding tools.

In hopes of producing some high‑grade gray dwarves to strengthen the clan.

That's very ironic, isn't it?

They claim they do not recognize these low‑grade gray dwarves as belonging to the same group.

Yet the medium and high‑grade gray dwarves are themselves born from among them.

(End of chapter)