At dusk, the afterglow of the slanting sun reflects on the scenery of the space city, intertwining into a mud-gold reflection, turning the sunset in the sky into a rosy color.

“......”

Domon sat in the chair in front of his desk, bowed his head and made up a text message to Evan, who asked him for leave yesterday, and he happened to be on leave tonight.

After receiving permission, he immediately got up, followed the instructions on his watch, and went out to pilot the flying machine away from the Pure Shield.

Just this morning, Domon gladly accepted the invitation of his mentor Mostima, and officially participated in the experimental project of the other party. After he signed a confidentiality agreement, he learned that this experimental project, called "Divine Inheritance Project", turned out to be an S-class top-secret experiment supported by the mother planet.

As a student who has not yet graduated, Domon is not qualified to participate. However, due to his previous research on god-mimicking materials and good research results, he was exceptionally involved in this project. This is a great opportunity for him to gain a lot of first-hand experience, whether the project is successful or not.

This trip is destined to be difficult, but you must do your best!

The aircraft drove out of the Emerald and flew close to the ground on a smooth special road, as if it were touching the ground and gliding. By the time he reached his destination, the twilight had already blurred, and the sky full of sunset had gradually faded and lost its color.

Arriving at the industrial base of Space City, Domon scanned his identity information, and under the guidance of the staff, entered the interior of the base lined with factories.

Domon walked along the turf floor, and the staff leading the way changed several times along the way. Around the time of the fifth wave, a huge black shadow appeared in front of me, which appeared to be an abandoned steel-making furnace. The scale seems to be a dam, and I don't know how long it has been standing here, and it invisibly gives the surrounding area a strong sense of history.

"Our permission is only here, the entrance is right in front of you, please enter by yourself. After bringing Domon here, the staff left without looking back.

“......”

He followed the prompt on his watch to the steel-making furnace, and saw a tunnel entrance in the shadows, and the black hole was bottomless, and he didn't know where it led.

At this moment, Domon glanced back at the sky, and the setting sun shimmered in the distance with the afterglow of the setting sun, leaving a long shadow, a blood-red color.

"This is the path I chose!"

He told himself this, and no longer hesitated in his heart, and walked quickly into the entrance of the tunnel.

The choking smell permeates the space, and neither the sun, nor the moonlight, nor the warm wind nor the icy rain can pass through the hard concrete layer, bringing a natural atmosphere to the space made up of countless curved corridors. The claustrophobic narrow corridor runs through the entire underground of the base, and the master of the world, the silt, dust, and exhaust gas, without the noisy voices of people on the ground, the air flow pours into the whimper of the corridor, bringing an empty echo, adding a little vitality to this place.

Domon followed the prompts on his watch and successfully found the correct entrance in the labyrinthine corridor, and the space in front of him gradually opened up.

There was a platform-like building, and as soon as he reached the platform, a darker shadow hit him in the distance. A pair of eyes that shimmered red, as if in the red light of the night, with a heavy wheezing sound, as if in the wind for a moment—this is a tunnel car.

"Welcome, my student, you will be proud of your choice!"

An old man in white overalls, tall and thin as a bamboo pole, jumped out of the tunnel car and stood under the red light of the headlights, his expression excited and excited.

"I can't wait to get into the lab. Domon stepped forward and gave him a hug.

"This experiment is divided into 600 project teams, and there is exactly one group where you can show your talents. ”

Mostima smiled and let him get into the car, and after a few brief introductions, he activated the automatic navigation on the car, and plunged into the tunnel like the wind.

The tunnel car drove through the dark and bottomless corridor, and the air flow whined. Domon's heart moved slightly, and he was keenly aware that the car was not turning, but was moving down the tunnel before, as if there were many forks in the road ahead to change direction.

As he had predicted, the tunnel car turned into a fork in the road and traveled some distance against the wall on the right before it officially entered the main road leading to the underground laboratory. The metal doors in front of them opened one after another, and after the tunnel cars passed the previous platform, a diagonal tunnel appeared in front of them, and the farther they went, the deeper they went underground.

When they saw the light again, they saw a whole row of sun lamps stretching infinitely downward, with heavily armed guards patrolling the path. Ten minutes later, the two of them drove out of the tunnel, and a huge space suddenly appeared in their field of vision, and Domon's pupils suddenly dilated...... It was a city, or rather, an underground city.

"Welcome to the base of the Divine Legacy Project, which, as you can see, is a little-known city. All the people who make up the city are laboratory workers, the most senior of whom have been working for more than a decade, and some have even married and had children here. Mostima patted Domon on the shoulder:

"A great project worthy of the sacrifices of countless people, and the plan of the Conquest of the Federation. ”

Countless drones travel through this huge space, and the red and green lights of various machines flicker frequently, and they continue to carry out professional experiments subdivided into hundreds of groups. On the longitudinal road, there are rail-mounted trucks, and mechanical equipment transports countless materials from the other end of the tunnel, and then pushes them to the city's storage points, where they are scanned by the brain and distributed to various departments.

Huge furnaces can be seen all over the city, with rotating robotic arms tens of meters in diameter pouring tons of raw materials into the furnaces. When the valve opens, it spits out dozens of dark blue pillars of fire. Even on the other side of the city, you can see the red-hot liquid exploding from the furnace, like an active volcano that could erupt at any moment.

"These furnaces are part of the Shenyuan Material Imitation Project, and they consume one-third of the energy of this base. After reading your lab report, the researchers were very inspired, and I had the opportunity to come here. Mostima said.

Metallic liquids of various colors flowed from the furnace, some bright silver-cyan, some heavy dark purple, and some unsettling dark blue. Domont could tell at a glance that the silver-blue was the finished product, the dark purple was the scrap, and the dark blue was the failed product.

......

After a cursory tour of the underground city, Mostima took Domon to the center of his project, and he had never seen his mentor look like this—like a child who had received a beloved gift and couldn't wait to show it off to his playmates.

In the laboratory building, which is the center of the underground city and has the most secure measures, pure white light shines on every inch of the space, and the intertwined barriers of light completely isolate the laboratory from the outside world. Every corner is densely packed with heavy firepower weapons, leaving no dead corners or gaps, and even if Space City stores countless gold vaults, the security facilities are not half as tight as here.

Hundreds of staff in white coats were nervously busy, hundreds of identical-looking corpses were pushed on the ground messily, all kinds of pipes were inserted into their bodies, and some corpses could still see strange organs with metallic textures in their open chests.

Domon endured his nausea and followed his mentor to the depths of the laboratory, and when he saw a corpse on the ground, he was surprised but not too excited—the use of clones for human experiments was already an unspoken rule of scientific research projects, after all, there were too many tests on animals that could not be done.

Of course, it is not allowed by law, but as long as there is no fuss in private, no one will meddle in things. As long as the scientific researchers who are arrested for this kind of thing are determined to be in good psychological condition after a psychological evaluation, they will usually not be convicted, and they will not even leave a criminal record.

On the top floor of the laboratory, countless delicate instruments are calling, and on the large and small screens of the instruments, red and blue radio waves are constantly jumping, some gradually flattening and stretching into a straight line, and some fluctuating violently up and down, which causes the staff to be in a hurry and talk from time to time.

"Everything that follows will subvert your common sense!"

Mostima walked ahead of Domont, recited the words aloud like a tenor, and then walked to the metal door. After scanning the pupil lines with the machine, the contents of the door opened to Domon for the first time.

Layers of red light divide the space into several areas of different sizes, and the dense beams of light in the center are from top to bottom, like a cage locking the things inside.

In addition, the space is also filled with pure white light particles, which from time to time merge to form a trace of white-gold silk thread. These particles of light gave Domont an indescribable feeling, incomparably large and splendid, making the air no longer transparent, like a mist that gradually dissipated in the sun.

As long as you are bathed in the light particles, you can feel the power contained in the light, and unlike the sunlight that brings heat from the outside, it seems to be able to penetrate deep into the flesh and blood under the skin to improve and revitalize the body. Under the warm fluctuations of the light particles, Domon could feel a wonderful warmth that cleansed every inch of skin, muscles, and internal organs, down to the tiniest cells.

"Know what this is?" asked Mostima as she walked up to him, smiling.

"Never-before-seen energy. Domon replied truthfully.

"Contrary to what you might think, these particles of light are not real light, but mysterious substances extracted by dissolving and diluting the divine source metal. In a way...... It does not belong to any physical form. ”

As Mostima spoke, he walked to the lab's console, pressed the mechanical combination lock, and entered today's password according to the formula he remembered.

With this movement, the cage-like beam of light in the center of the laboratory vanished, revealing a large cylindrical transparent sink. If you look closely, you can see that the source of the light particles is this translucent sink.

A naked man's body was held in the air by a crystal clear liquid, and dozens of thin soft glass tubes extended from under the metal base of the tank lot, connecting various parts of his body. The tubes were like extra blood vessels extending from the body, constantly injecting pale white liquid into the subject, and in the process, the man breathed smoothly and evenly.

"This is also a clone!?"

Domon stepped forward in surprise, looked at the young man sleeping in the liquid, and asked curiously.

"You're right, it's one of those clones. The owner of the body was a inheritance-level mechanic who died in the war of conquest and made a will to donate his body before his death, so the body was handed over to us. His body has been preserved to this day, and he rests in the central square with dignity and dignity. All of us remember his devotion, no one defiled his remains, and all the experimental materials were clones of the mechanic. ”

Mostima seemed afraid that he would have some misunderstanding, so he carefully explained the origin of the test subject, and then continued: "The project I am responsible for is to use these clones to restore the original power of a inheritance-level mechanic as much as possible. ”

"You did it!?"

Domon stared at his mentor, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Yes, I'm very close to success!"

Mostima raised his head proudly, and then his eyes flashed, and then he sighed:

"But it's a pity...... Due to the particularity of the fusion of the Divine Source Metal, the cost of copying the mechanic is far greater than that of cultivating a new inheritance-level mechanic. Like the one you see now, I have to recharge it all the time to keep this clone alive. What's even more terrifying is that because his spiritual power is forcibly catalyzed up to the fifth level, there is great instability. As soon as I stopped injecting the anesthetic, he would fall into a hysterical rage and never stop until he exhausted his last trace of energy. ”

“...... So what's the point of this experiment?" Domon was confused as he heard what he said.

"Starting from scratch is the most difficult thing to do, and going from one to two is the easiest cost. ”

Mostima looked at the man sleeping peacefully in the transparent sink, a trace of cruelty flashed on his face, and he gritted his back molars and said:

"In fact, there are quite a few people who want to stop my project right now, but I have to persevere, just a little bit, just a little bit that I can mass-produce controllable inheritance-level mechanics!"

“......”

Domon looked at his mentor with an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Not to mention whether it can be controlled in the end, is a 'corpse' that costs a lot of money and can only act by injecting energy, is it really only one step away from mass-producing a heritage-level mechanic?

He vaguely remembered that such technology had been available hundreds of years ago, and that it had been widely considered impossible by the academic community, and that even the Golden Age could not do...... Can you really do it with the hundreds of people under the mentor alone?

He really wanted to tell his mentor what was in his heart, but thinking of the other party's mentality at this time, he opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything.