Another thin scientist immediately said, "Not only that, the octopus's regenerative ability is even more crucial. Imagine that our zombies were severely injured in the battle, but they were able to quickly repair themselves and return to the battle. How invincible they would be!" There was a crazy light in his eyes.

As the ambitious military strategists listened to the scientists' explanations, greedy smiles appeared on their faces. One of the generals, a broad-shouldered general with a stern face, slammed the table vigorously and declared, "That's right! Zombies with such a powerful nervous system and regenerative abilities will become an unmatched weapon of war in our hands. We can sweep away all enemies and establish our absolute rule!"

"If we succeed, the world will tremble at our feet!" another officer echoed, his eyes filled with an extreme desire for power.

"However, this requires a lot of experiments and attempts, and various difficulties may be encountered in the process," warned a relatively cautious scientist.

"Hmph, no matter what the cost, we must succeed!" the general roared, "Nothing can stop us!"

In this damp and dark laboratory, their words were like the whispers of a devil, full of evil and arrogance, as if they had already seen the scene of their so-called "invincible" weapons of war wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

In that dark underground laboratory, the lights never went out, and the concept of time seemed to have become blurred. This group of ruthless people fell into a state of near madness, devoting themselves to their evil experiments day and night.

The scientists' eyes, bloodshot, remained fixed on their lab instruments, their hands working non-stop. Sleepless and relentless, oblivious to hunger and exhaustion, they plunged headfirst into their research into octopus genetics and zombie characteristics. Reagents clattered in test tubes, making a heart-pounding noise; samples in petri dishes were constantly being replaced, each experiment carrying unknown risks.

Ambitious military strategists paced anxiously nearby, constantly urging the progress of the experiment. They didn't care whether the scientists' bodies could withstand such intense work, but only cared about when the experimental results would be achieved.

The silence of the night was broken by the roar of the machines, and the sunlight of the day could not penetrate the thick darkness. They did not hesitate or stop for a moment, completely immersed in their own crazy world.

Experimental waste was piled up randomly, emitting a pungent smell; failed samples were hastily disposed of, and they ignored the possible environmental pollution and biological mutations they might cause.

They were obsessed with a single goal: to create an invincible weapon of war and achieve world domination. They turned a blind eye to the global catastrophe such an action could bring, the destruction of human civilization. They saw only power and desire, devoid of morality and conscience, without a reverence for life or a concern for the future. In the underground laboratory, permeated by tension and despair, the shadow of failure hung over everyone like a thick, dark cloud. Countless discarded samples and broken petri dishes piled on the lab benches, a record of repeated setbacks and losses.

Yet, they didn't give up, continuing to toil day and night. Every attempt was a thrilling adventure, every failure a crushing blow. But their eyes always burned with that mad determination, driving them forward.

Countless days and nights passed, and when everyone was exhausted and almost fell into despair, a seemingly ordinary experiment took a turn for the better.

A young scientist, observing a sample under a microscope, suddenly exclaimed. His hand trembled as he pointed at the screen, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Look! This... this might be what we've been looking for!"

Everyone gathered around immediately, their eyes fixed on the tiny image. They saw that the octopus's genetic chain had undergone subtle changes under the influence of a specific reagent, and a hidden genetic lock seemed to be loosening.

This discovery instantly set the entire lab ablaze with excitement, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope in the darkness. Then, even more frantic experiments and verifications followed.

After fine-tuning the agent formula again and again, and after repeated nervous waiting and observation, they finally determined the key to unlocking the octopus's genetic lock.

At that moment, the lab erupted in cheers. They hugged each other, weeping with joy. But they didn't realize that this "breakthrough" could bring about an irreversible disaster. Under the pale lab lights, researchers huddled around petri dishes, expressions of intense concentration. Their hands moved swiftly and precisely across the buttons and knobs of various precision instruments, performing a series of complex and delicate operations.

As the reagents were injected and energy was input, the liquid in the petri dish began to bubble and swirl, emitting an eerie glow. The octopus twisted violently in this light, its body twitching continuously, and its tentacles slapped the inner wall of the petri dish.

Then, the octopus' genes began to mutate. A strange sheen appeared on its body surface, and its originally dark skin gradually became transparent, allowing its internal organs and blood vessels to be clearly visible, presenting a creepy scene.

Its eyes began to bulge, becoming enormous and blood-red, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. The suction cups on its tentacles also rapidly grew in size, with sharp spines growing on the edges that flashed with a cold light.

The octopus's body continued to expand, its already enormous frame growing even larger, almost occupying the entire petri dish. Its muscle tissue grew wildly, its texture becoming rough and twisted, as if it contained endless power.

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