"Ahh A terrible scream echoed through the empty and luxurious room, and Dr. Connor sat up sharply, gasping for air, cold sweat running down his hair stuck to his forehead, and his nightgown was already soaked, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable against his body.

The Doctor gasped for a long time before recovering from the horrors of the nightmare, slowly surveying his surroundings.

The soft light of the night light illuminates the silhouette of this luxurious bedroom with an area of more than 100 square meters. They are cleverly designed to serve as lighting and decoration without disturbing the owner's sleep. The whole bedroom is gorgeously furnished and simple, from the master's hand, especially the empty area is the doctor's favorite. It was only after the success of the voter program that Dr. Connor was offered the high-tech and luxurious home. In this mansion with an area of more than 3,000 square meters, there are dozens of servants for various purposes, as well as seven or eight beautiful women with different styles. Connor likes them very much, but he doesn't like to have people sleeping with him, so he kicks them out of his bedroom every time he vents his desires.

But now the room was so empty that he felt suffocated, and all the shadows seemed to hide monsters that could pounce at any moment, but in Connor's perception, there was nothing. The more he couldn't perceive anything, the more panicked Connor felt, but he had a seventh-order perceptual domain ability. Powerful perception is not only to be able to explore the world at a more microscopic level, but also because the stronger the ability to perceive, the more developed the human brain will be. Enhancement of abilities in other domains will also improve the abilities of the brain and nervous system to some extent, but not as much as the ability to perceive domains.

The nightmare was still vivid, and Connor had no sleep, even though it was still early. He got out of bed, ripped off his wet and sticky pajamas, and took a shower to feel better. He walked over to the phone and pressed several internal numbers one after another, but no one answered. It seemed that the women were sleeping so hard that they didn't hear the phone ringing at all. Although it was only one floor apart, this insignificant obstacle made him completely disappear. He walked back and forth in the room a few times, and finally couldn't hold back the deep anxiety in his heart and dialed the assistant's phone.

The unassuming male assistant had been working quietly and had been living in the research room for ten years. He was a genius in some ways, but in most areas his talent was simply not comparable to Dr. Connor's. Connor needed someone who was extremely hardworking, hardworking, intelligent, able to do the job independently, but not so smart as to threaten Connor's position.

The call went through, much to Connor's surprise. He originally wanted to leave a message for his assistant, but he didn't expect that the assistant hadn't slept at this time.

"Hey...... Well, the doctor who ...... "had his brain in a semi-dull state, couldn't remember the name of his assistant for a while. It is no wonder that, in the space of ten years, the mediocre and diligent assistant seems to have become as indispensable as air, but often overlooked.

After thinking for a while, the doctor decided to bypass the question of the assistant's name first and asked directly, "...... Is Evkova back? ”

"So far, no news?" The assistant's deep voice came from the other side of the phone.

"No news?" The doctor looked at the time and frowned. Judging from the time, there should have been a result a long time ago, and even if people can't come back, the success of the operation should have a conclusion. How come there is no news until now?

The assistant on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, and said, "Strictly speaking, they should report to Lord Bebraz. ”

Connor, of course, understood what the assistant meant, if in terms of status, Evkova was not much inferior to Dr. Connor in the Beblaz system, and if it weren't for Helen's involvement in the voter plan, he would not have been able to command Evkova. Even the current status of the Doctor is also because of the successive successes of the voter program, which has made his importance continue to increase. This mission was also an order from Bebraz to mobilize Evkova and two high-level abilities. After successive defeats, even the Doctor himself already knew that the electorate, who lacked sufficient wisdom and combat experience, had no high-level abilities, but their true appearance on the battlefield was far inferior to those of the same level. For example, a killer like Evkova, in terms of ability level alone, Connor's elite voters also have the same level, but when it comes to life and death on the battlefield, even ten voters are not enough for her to kill.

Since the breakthrough in the voter program, Dr. Connor's status has skyrocketed, and he has touched the edge of Bebraz's inner decision-making circle, and the deepest thing in the Zài research base, as well as the mysterious resources at Bebraz's disposal, may open the door to him. Connor knew that in that mysterious world, there was at least one thing that could not be denied.

That is true immortality.

The value of the electorate lies not only in the fact that it has taken a step forward in the study of human capabilities, but also in its near-infinite productive capacity. All kinds of powerful abilities are mass-produced like rats, and they can form powerful combat power with only simple training, and their cost is so cheap that they have been sent to the battlefield before even the exclusive equipment has been developed!

Among the tens of thousands of human abilities, there may be a strong person like Yevkova. But every month, hundreds of capable people step off the training line of doctors! Yevkova can deal with more than a dozen voters of the same rank, but when nearly 100 voters rush to the top, she is dead if she does not flee. And when the ability reaches the level of Evkova, it is very difficult to go any further. However, in a matter of months, Dr. Connor's concocted electorate ability had grown from the fifth to the seventh order. In the depths of the research base, there are three cultivation tanks that have been in existence since the inception of the Voter Project, and inside are the works that Connor has put all his heart and soul into. He's been perfecting them.

These three are the core of the whole plan, and it can be said that so far all the voters have been experiments for the purpose of perfecting them, and two of the three works will be trial works, and only the one that is finally completed is the real voter!

According to Dr. Connor's schedule, if nothing else, the current voter completion has reached the 50 threshold, and it will be a few months before the final voter is formed.

But the only eternal truth in the world is that it is full of surprises.

Just when the second group of voters successfully went offline and Dr. Connor was in high spirits, the biggest surprise happened. This was an accident that was enough to ruin Miè's entire voter plan.

Thinking of this, Dr. Connor's head ached again, and he tightened his grip on the microphone, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible: "How much material is left?" ”

There was the sound of paper flipping on the other end of the phone, and after a while, the assistant said, "There are fifty-two primary materials, eleven intermediate materials, and three advanced materials." ”

"That's all?" The doctor's voice raised a bit.

"That's the amount without scrap." The assistant apparently didn't want to give the doctor too many illusions.

It is impossible to create voters without scrap, and the higher the rank, the higher the voter scrap rate. The scrap rate is 15 for voters with only fifth-order abilities and mental defects, 25 for middle-level voters with normal sixth-order abilities and intelligence, and 85 for high-level voters with seventh-order abilities and corresponding intelligence! The scrap rate of the three super-level voters who pinned all of Connor's hopes on will be infinitely close to 100, which is why Connor has not dared to make it up to now.

The so-called material is the genetic material extracted from the invader's cells.

Invader cells are extremely difficult to preserve, and must remain fully viable and characteristic at temperatures close to absolute zero, and once the environment changes, it regains its nature within a minute, turning all surrounding living cells into its own substrate for reproduction and expansion, and then dies completely without finding a new supplement. Theoretically, the invaders could be replicated indefinitely, but for some reason, only primitive cells obtained from Sue could be used for voter production. The invaders that were later copied only turned the electorate into a flesh monster with no autonomous intelligence and only knew how to kill and devour. But Connor couldn't find any difference between the original invaders and the replicants. Perhaps all the secrets are hidden in that locked gene. But with the current means of technology, it is completely wishful thinking to unlock the genes of the invaders.

Connor had exhausted all means, but he was unable to replicate the original invaders. When the primordial cells of the Soviet Union are exhausted, it also means that the voter program is suspended.

It was at this most critical moment that Sue killed Bebraz's son and began to flee.

Connor curses the Speaker's dead son dozens of times a day, and if Sue were still riding in the Dark Dragoon, all the problems would be solved. He believed he had a lot to trade with Sue. Su has servants and friends, and his servants need to improve their abilities, and the doctor's laboratory has the most complete ability formula system in the whole council. He could come up with any non-mass-produced ability formula, and all he could exchange was some insignificant blood from Su.

But now everything has come to naught.

If the electorate is a car, then the intruder is the engine, and an engine that Connor cannot produce.

Helen, Helen may still have some intruders there! In desperation, Connor thought of this, as if he had seen a ray of light in the endless darkness. Sue had been examining Helen's treatment, and as a top expert in the field of biochemical science, Connor didn't believe that Helen couldn't see Sue's difference, or that she wouldn't manage to save some specimens. Although the intruder had to be kept in an environment close to absolute zero when the intruder was out of the body, and Persephone's private hospital probably did not have such high-end equipment, the doctor still held out a glimmer of hope.

He contacted Helen in the hope of obtaining some samples of the intruders, but Helen unsurprisingly refused. Helen had always believed that Dr. Connor's Voter Plan was against humanitarianism, and even more than that, she believed that the Voter Plan was against the whole living world! Connor certainly wouldn't agree with her, but the two had a long history of disagreement, and Helen was unlikely to contribute anything to his constituency program.

When the negotiation failed, Connor thought of a hard robbery. He initially sent his own voters, but in the unsuitable environment of Dragon City, the voters who lacked both intelligence and experience were obviously not enough to complete the plan. As a last resort, Connor had to inform Bebraz of the truth, and of course he made some discounts so as not to lose too many points with the Speaker. After receiving Connor's report, Evkova and two other Rank 7 Abilities were sent to hunt Helen.

Evkova may not be as good as Klotina in terms of combat effectiveness, but as a killer, she is the best person to complete this task.

Dragon City is still the world of General Morgan, and you must be cautious in everything you do in Dragon City, and you must not cross that invisible line. Bebraz's selection undoubtedly illustrates this clearly, while Connor's early actions were too ostentatious and likely to hit Morgan's bottom line. Connor, who was originally complacent, already looked down on General Morgan a little, Morgan was old after all, and he was the Speaker's current celebrity, even if he did something too much, what could he do? But after seeing Beblaz's approach, Connor immediately broke out in a cold sweat!

The night was quiet, and the doctor felt restless when he thought back to his past. He put down the phone, and there was always a shadow lingering in his heart: what if, what if Evkova failed again?

Once you touch this idea, it is difficult to get rid of it. Although it was impossible for reason to tell Dr. Sù about this, he just couldn't help but think so.

The world of nightmares resurfaces. It was a cold, dimly lit world, full of dead silence, devoid of life, not birds or mutated creatures or the lowest bacteria. It's an infinitely vast world, and it's also a planet of utter solitude, where the cracked earth is covered with sand and gravel, but there's no water in sight. There were several huge planets hanging high in the sky, and the dark back of the universe was full of stars. But the Doctor, who was looking up at the vast universe, had a very clear and strong feeling, that is, every star he saw or could not see was the same as the planet under his feet, without any life!

This is a dead universe where there is no life now, and there will be no in the future. Dr. Connor is the only conscious person in this universe, but he knows that he is not alive either. He exists in this universe in an inexplicable state, and is under the influence of the universe, and his vitality is rapidly draining. In the final moment, Connor's survival instinct burst out with astonishing power, pulling his consciousness out of that universe.

So, the doctor woke up.

Connor knew it was never a simple dream. If his will is not so strong, he will be lost in dreams forever. No, it's not lost, it's going to be sucked out of life force by the desolate world in the dream and die. That world was a real desert, and his pitiful vitality was like the most precious drop of water, which would be evaporated in the blink of an eye. It sounds incredible, but when Connor wakes up, he realizes that something has happened.

After talking to his assistant on the phone, Dr. Connor's mood calmed down a bit. Although the night was very long, he simply stopped sleeping, but sat down at the desk, opened his private brain, and called up a paper from his early years to read. Lately, he has been reading one of these papers almost every few days, and some of the fragments in it are so impressive that he will read them again and again.

"War, war changed the whole world."

"This war is not just a nuclear explosion that covers the entire planet, and the difference between the new and the old is not the presence or absence of radiation. The rules of our entire era, the whole world, and even the universe have changed. ”

"Competence emerged. Most abilities can be explained from a scientific, genetic, or logical point of view, but only the occult cannot be explained, and all abilities in this domain are out of step with the records of the old era, and they should not exist at all. But in the new era, they appeared, and no one knew where they came from. Is there an ability that even the inventor of the ability formula can't figure out how it works? But the occult is like that, it's more like a gift from heaven, those lucky guys wake up one morning and suddenly have an extra recipe for occult abilities in their heads. That's the whole process. ”

"There is no doubt that the core of the occult is luck. Luck is an ability that should not be in this world. In the old times, all luck could be explained by probability, but in the new era this is not the case at all. Changes in probability can no longer explain a qiē, and the more advanced the luck ability, the more unexplainable it is. It is conceivable that when a lucky ability that exceeds the seventh order appears, the ability owner is completely the darling of the whole world! ”

"The darling of the world, this sentence is not an empty exclamation, but may well represent the truth of the facts, although I cannot give any proof. Those who are lucky are favored by the whole world, and it is impossible to say whether they have influenced the world, or whether they have perceived the consciousness of the world and thus chosen a more favorable way of behaving. My guess is both. Again, this is just a conjecture, a conjecture that has not been proven, but it is most likely true. ”

"The world will favor mortals...... It's like a legendary god who favors or chases someone. An astonishing guess is that the world is conscious, it thinks, it chooses, it decides! There is a God in the new era, and this God is the world in which we live! ”

"The fire, smoke and radiation from the explosion of thousands of nuclear bombs did not just destroy the ground beneath our feet, it awakened the consciousness of the world. This is the fundamental difference between the old and the new era! We live in a living world! ”

"War, war changed the whole world."

……

It took a long time for Dr. Connor to let out a long breath.

Written when he was twenty-four years old, this paper is full of heated rhetoric and unfounded speculation and conjecture. At the time, the article was dismissed as a joke by the vast majority of people. Even with Connor's genius, people interpret this article as a work in which he wanted to become famous in one fell swoop. In the years that followed, Connor endured numerous ridicules and sarcasm, he sank, compromised, and in the end, he still relied on his talent and attainments in biochemistry to gradually stand out and sit in his current position, but he no longer had the scruples and fearlessness he had at that time. At that time, Connor could have a different point of view in every article and page, and there was certainly absurd fantasy in it, but there was also a shining genius.

And now Connor, who is in a high position, thinks more about what others will think, how to think, and whether he will be recognized, at least by those authorities who are about the same status as him, before getting a new idea or a new point of view. Connor knew in his heart that from the day he had this habit, he would never be able to have a truly epoch-making creation again.

Connor and Helen are two generations old, and they are about the same in terms of talent and attainment, which is Connor's private judgment. Although he was an academic enemy and had been humiliated by Helen who could not bear it, Connor would envy Helen in the middle of the night. There is no other reason than that, Helen, like Connor who wrote this article, is in the years of leakage