Chapter 777
More people saved than killed
Albert was greatly surprised, “Has Red Phase finally rebelled?”
Strangely enough, he wasn’t surprised by this…
Instead, he felt a sense of “As expected” and “He finally did it.”
After all, Albert’s sponsor was Count Leipzig, and he had indirectly come into contact with Red Phase to some extent—of course, he wouldn’t dare to contact him directly.
He wasn’t good at talking, and Red Phase was known for his violent temper and unpredictable nature. If he accidentally angered Red Phase, he might end up as a Blood Slave in Red Fortress.
Others would value his talents—Albert was not only the second youngest Fourth Tier Extraordinary in Star Antinomy but also a talented inventor and an excellent Calamity Stitcher. He had a high chance of becoming the Vice Principal of the Spirit Tower and succeeding the next Black Phase.
…But Red Phase alone was unconcerned about him.
Albert had even heard that a member of the royal family had once angered him and was instantly drained of life.
This incident was kept secret, and the royal family member was later given a funeral with the reason of “death from illness.” However, even so, no one dared to question him… This was a story personally told to him by Count Leipzig.
In Count Leipzig’s words, “Red Phase” was a self-willed, arrogant, and solitary individual.
He cared about nothing, only his own pleasure, and even looked down on his own children.
He was like a tyrannical old man with great status at home, commenting on anything that displeased him—and the problem was, he seemed to find everything displeasing, often starting with boastful remarks like “Back when Star Antinomy was founded.”
Because of this, Albert never dared to meet Red Phase.
And now… that old man had finally found the King displeasing and decided to take his place?
“Former King Alfonso Valentine, known as ‘Valentine VII,’ has been judged by the First Generation Red Phase Pomanach for seven crimes including murder, espionage, treason, and smuggling cultural relics. He has been removed from the throne, forbidden from entering the royal tomb, and stripped of the surname ‘Valentine.’ All involved individuals have been apprehended…”
Aurora recited the news report.
Treason? Cultural relics? What are these?
Albert frowned deeply, his head rolling curiously into his junior’s embrace, “And the new king?”
Why was the news still referring to him as “Red Phase”?
“His Highness Lucien.”
“Him?”
Albert’s head was filled with distrust, “He can’t even memorize the Type Thirteen composite equation, and I’m afraid he can only refine Petrifying Potions at most… With this level of skill, can he inherit Valentine’s Position?”
If he can, then I can too! Anyone can!
Albert said in a low voice in his mind.
“Red Phase supports him.”
Aurora commented concisely.
“…Tsk.”
Albert smacked his lips, very displeased.
He wished someone could cause Red Phase some trouble.
Although he was part of Count Leipzig’s faction and could barely be considered a direct subordinate of Red Phase, he was completely safe this time and even somewhat pleased…
But Albert was still a little unhappy—mainly because he felt the new king wasn’t smart enough, nor strong enough.
At least the Seventh was a Fifth Tier Harmonizer!
Albert had not yet reached the Fifth Tier, so he was convinced.
He shook his head and rotated his neck, held tightly by Aurora, who was worried he would fall.
“What about the public?”
Albert asked with some worry, “Could there be a civil war?”
“The common people don’t seem to care much about who the new king is. They care more about prices and bread,”
Aurora replied.
…Indeed.
Albert shook his head up and down.
The common people would probably just be a little surprised that the First Generation Red Phase, who hadn’t appeared for so many years, had suddenly shown up again.
“Was it smooth?”
“Quite smooth…”
The two chatted and soon returned to Albert’s laboratory.
The messy laboratory was covered with white printed papers, weighed down by jars of organs, and the room hummed with the sound of vacuum machines operating.
—In a large ritual platform in the center of the laboratory, a true monster was restrained.
Two halos bound it from above and below, making it float in mid-air.
It was a giant mass of flesh—with countless arms extending from it, swaying like seaweed in water.
Some of the arms were thick, some were slender; some were men’s, some were women’s… It looked as if the arms of dozens of people had been chopped off and attached to this mass of flesh.
It seemed to sense Albert’s presence and immediately became excited from its static state. The originally naturally curled arms suddenly unfurled—blooming like a flower in an instant.
Aurora blinked, “It?”
“Yes, my latest masterpiece!”
Albert walked over and happily shook its hand one after another, “I’ve named it the Thousand-Handed God. This is No. 117, so it’s Thousand-Handed God-117.”
“What is it for?”
“It can be used to grow arms. It doesn’t have any Twilight power, so it’s not very strong, but it can be used for transplantation.”
Albert said, and with a sudden force in his right hand, he tore off an arm.
He held up the smooth, warm arm and presented it to Aurora like a treasure.
But Aurora still held his head. She only used one hand to gently touch the skin of the arm, feel its elasticity and warmth, and then withdrew her hand.
“I used to think Necromancy could be used to help disabled people get their missing limbs. Or it could fulfill the wishes of those who want extra limbs.”
Albert said excitedly, “But if custom limbs were made through exquisite craftsmanship… the cost would be too high. So I invented this. It can grow arms of various thicknesses and lengths. Then people can find the limbs they like and attach them.”
“…How does it grow? How do you feed it?”
Aurora became a little interested. Although Albert had invented a lot of strange little junk, she felt this had value.
“This is also very simple,”
Albert said, picking up a box of small white mice sealed with Preservation Technique from the side.
If this were an ordinary box, they would have starved or suffocated long ago. But Preservation Technique had such a miraculous effect that even an animal could be kept in a box for a long time.
Albert’s headless body casually broke the seal on the box, then lifted it and poured the mice into the “Thousand-Handed God” like garbage.
The “Thousand-Handed God” instinctively extended its arms and caught each falling mouse with ease, like catching a ball. Then they retracted their arms—and only then did Aurora notice that each arm had hideous rotating teeth below it. The mice were stuffed into their mouths and chewed.
Aurora inexplicably laughed.
Albert asked with some confusion, and then Aurora explained her peculiar sense of humor:
“It looks like a pineapple with many hands,”
The girl pointed at it and said.
As she pointed at the Thousand-Handed God, it extended its hand towards her again.
“I’ve set it to only eat living things that are small enough. The restriction is within ten centimeters in diameter to prevent it from attacking humans. If it’s larger than this, it will extend its hand in a friendly gesture, and it also makes it convenient to check the indicators of its arms,”
Albert said proudly, “With this, there will be no more worries about people needing amputations! Later, I can make some ‘Hundred-Legged Gods,’ so people in wheelchairs can walk on the ground! Even if someone wants a second or even a third pair of arms, at least they won’t have to take them from living people anymore!
“The reason I didn’t make the Hundred-Legged God at first was the fear that it would run away. The Thousand-Handed God is much more controllable… I gave them some dumbbells, and they will constantly try to catch heavy objects and lift them. They can play with themselves when I’m not in the lab.”
“Senior, that’s admirable,”
Aurora hugged Albert’s head tightly and said sincerely.
Albert’s perpetually dejected face finally broke into a smile.
His body walked over, adjusted his glasses for his head, and then boasted to his junior, “I plan to make a dead spirit that can automatically generate livers later—theoretically, it should be possible. I know there are undead in one place that can slowly generate a large number of ‘eyes’ on their own, and some that can generate a large number of ‘mouths.’
“So, I think there might also be an undead creature with a belly full of livers… That way, perhaps Demon Scholars won’t kill innocent people anymore.”
The most frequently used parts in human materials are eyeballs, penises, bones, and livers. Penises need to be air-dried for preservation, bones need to be cleaned and dried, and eyeballs can be preserved for a long time in preservation fluid. However, only livers must be intact and fresh…
Because the amount used each time is “one portion,” the price of liver in the black market is the highest among all human materials. Even slight damage will result in the loss of ritual effects.
For the sake of huge profits, some city hunters who lack the technology to preserve organs will kill on the spot. They would abduct people and have professional surgeons harvest the liver.
—If this existed, perhaps so many people wouldn’t die tragically, Albert thought.
Compared to the simple “Thousand-Handed God” and “Hundred-Legged God,” undead that can self-replicate livers and eyeballs would be much harder to make. The cost would increase by an unknown amount, and there might not be a market.
But if he could create something like this… he might be able to defect to Avalon.
He heard that Avalon’s physicians had already completed liver transplant surgery.
Combined with this technology, he could save many more people.
—He had to save more people than those he had killed in another timeline.
Albert thought to himself.
At this moment, his laboratory was met with a knock.
“Excuse me… is this the place, Senior?”
A somewhat hesitant voice came from outside the door.
“Yes.”
Aurora said, and then whispered to Albert, “My junior. She just transferred… she knows Alistair.”
Calling her a junior was essentially asking her to help mentor an apprentice.
The Spirit Tower was prevalent with a laissez-faire attitude, emphasizing “let whoever wants to go, go, I’m not going,” and most mentors were reluctant to take on students.
In meetings, it was as silent as a classroom where the teacher asked, “Who understood? Explain it on the stage.” It often took until the end for the vice principal to assign tasks by name.
New transfer students naturally gravitated towards Aurora.
After all, Aurora was already a Fourth Tier… Talent shouldn’t be left idle.
Some mentors themselves weren’t even Fourth Tier.
And since she hadn’t graduated, she could only technically mentor junior students—naturally, without pay.
However, it seemed that due to Alistair, Aurora was quite concerned about her, wanting to show her to Albert. Therefore, she guided her junior to this place through some means.
Aurora ran over and opened the door, holding Albert’s head.
“Morning.”
Aurora greeted simply, “Did you sleep well?”
Seeing a finger clutched in the young girl’s hand at the entrance, Albert suddenly understood.
Oh, so it was Aurora’s finger that was guiding the way.
As for what the girl looked like, he was too lazy to look. Generally, she seemed to have long, curly, light-golden hair—in short, just remember the hairstyle.
And Christina, who was somewhat timid, saw her expressionless senior open the door, holding a head with its eyes wide open in her embrace.
Behind her stood a headless man quietly, and behind him was an extremely terrifying monster covered in blood-stained arms. In the corner, all sorts of arms and severed limbs were scattered, with half-bodies placed all over the ground, with arms inserted into them, and jars of organs placed eerily on every corner of the table…
The entire room was filled with arms, arms, arms, arms…
Complete arms, half arms, clean arms, blood-stained arms…
“Yo.”
Albert felt he should greet her, so he suddenly spoke coldly.
Christina’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
“She didn’t sleep well.”
Aurora looked regretfully at her as she collapsed onto the ground with a thud, then lowered her head and whispered to the head in her embrace.
(End of Chapter)
