Stanford met his gaze, his expression revealing something unfamiliar.

“A week ago, an operative from the East Xia branch was sent to Siberia to participate in the mission to retrieve the Gospel of Heaven—this guy, who was clearly there to die, was a survivor of the infection disaster and also the host of 031.”

"His level is only C03, and he has only been implanted with the forbidden substance Blood Source. From the perspective of both characteristic development and combat capability, he cannot survive here for more than 24 hours."

"It wasn't until I came into contact with the corpse that I realized—the power of the Blood Source of All Things has evolved to an exaggerated degree."

"Explain in detail how exaggerated it is." The Hebrews didn't quite understand, but they felt that what they were discussing was probably pretty amazing, the kind of thing that could send everyone to their deaths if not handled properly.

"It's recorded in the terminal database. I'll grant you permissions in a bit, and then you'll be able to access 031's data from the Dongxia Forum."

Stanford smiled at him for the first time, then threw all the empty vials out the window and said, "If 031 could only affect a pint before, now it can affect the equivalent of the blood volume of all humanity on this planet."

"In other words."

"If you have even 1 ml of blood in your body, you're a puppet that can be manipulated in his eyes."

Hebrew slammed on the brakes, and Stanford, quick-thinking and agile, grabbed the handrail, nearly smashing his head through the windshield.

"Then what's the point of playing? Let's just finish this, shall we?"

There's still one chapter left when I wake up, time for bed (nods).