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She didn't even need to wear gloves, she just reached out and grabbed the octopus that was twisting wildly and furiously.

Under the gaze of the assistant and the other two, the octopus became more and more angry... and gradually wrapped its wet and sticky tentacles around her arm.

The tentacles that were originally waving wildly began to twist and sway, even revealing a bit of strange flattery.

...After all this time, you were just angry for a moment, right?

Snap——

Hipper had no expression on his face and slapped it in the face with his backhand.

It suddenly became obedient, all its tentacles drooped down, the whole fish became listless, and there was a sense of wilted grievance from head to toe.

Gojo Satoru thought of an adjective at an inopportune moment.

What a loving mother and filial son.

*

When the sample activity reached the standard, the taciturn assistant continued to silently and efficiently carry out the task arranged in advance by Hipper.

The lively assistant who was slacking off on the other side also stopped using the smiley emoji and switched to 〈( ^.^)ノ before joining the work in an orderly manner, dividing the work with his colleagues in a tacit understanding.

The system retrieved the analysis results generated by cross-comparing Yuji's blood sample with the components of the distorted object, and listed a series of questions related to the theory of spells.

The lively assistant handed the form to Gojo Satoru to answer one by one.

Gojo Satoru's answers were uploaded to the celestial system in real time, and after further correction and optimization by the overall system, they were synchronously transmitted to Hipper's terminal.

Based on this constantly updated theoretical support, she continued to deduce the experimental process, correct data and calibrate results in real time.

When this stage of derivation came to an end, she already had a clear outline of the final result in her mind.

The theory is feasible and the success rate is 100%.

Now we have the blood sample, we only need one last piece of material.

The soul and the body are both indispensable. The soul is not needed yet, but the body is the key.

Hipper waved at Hisahito, signaling him to come forward. The taciturn assistant, already prepared with a sterilized scalpel and a quick-healing injection, stood quietly by.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Yuji, who had been wandering around the laboratory for a long time and had done nothing but draw blood, volunteered to ask.

"Now it's ready." The assistant motioned for him to take off his shirt and carefully wiped a patch of skin on his chest with an alcohol cotton pad.

Well, to be precise, it's the location of the pectoral muscles.

Yuji clutched the corner of his clothes, looking confused, and had not yet fully realized what was going to happen.

Hipper took the scalpel from the assistant and looked at him with a smile. "I'll take a small piece of flesh from your heart. It won't hurt. I'll give you anesthesia. If you're curious, you can watch it with your own eyes."

...Watching the flesh of your heart being cut off must definitely leave you with mental trauma, right?

His assistant reminded him to stay still. Hipper put on his gloves and was about to cut with the knife. Hisahito asked blankly, "Didn't you say... to give him anesthesia first?"

Why did you go straight to surgery?

The knife in Hipper's hand was pressed against his chest, and the other hand was on his head, his voice still flat.

"What's the rush? I'll give you anesthesia right away."

The next second, Yuhito felt his head sink, as if he had suddenly fallen into ice water, and he trembled with cold all over.

Following the chill, something extremely thin and light, as thin as a thread, quietly fell into his consciousness.

Then, he could no longer feel his body.

——Awake, yet in a coma; still conscious, but already in a state of detachment bordering on dementia.

The brain and body are completely disconnected at this moment.

He didn't even notice that his assistant had already neatly cut off a small piece of flesh from his heart - the movement was fast and accurate, even the weight was accurate.

Immediately, a fast-acting healing injection was injected into the wound, and the flesh and blood returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

After wiping off the blood, the skin was smooth and flat, with no sign that a piece of tissue had just been lost.

This was probably the fastest surgery in history, taking less than a minute.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't help but be amazed.

In the laboratory of a genius, there is nothing that cannot be done.

——However, it seems that there is always something beyond our cognition about to happen.

Hipper suddenly spoke, his voice calm but full of meaning, "Yuujin, do you think a body without a soul can still be called human?"

While putting on his clothes, the boy used his limited knowledge to think seriously about this problem.

"Hmm... If you can't think and feel, and can't grow and evolve... no matter how similar you look, you can't be considered human, right?"

"Oh? Even if they look like humans, it doesn't... count?" Hipper's mouth curled up slightly. Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat when he noticed this detail - something beyond common sense might be about to happen.

She is not the kind of person who is happy to enlighten others or discuss philosophy and ethics. She must have other purposes for suddenly asking questions at this time.

Gojo Satoru's gaze fell on the piece of flesh that his assistant had carefully placed in a sterile container, and he had a vague guess.

...Perhaps, Hipper intended to use this piece of meat to cultivate a "Yujin" without cursed power. She was worried that this would cause a psychological impact on the boy, so she deliberately sounded out his opinion before deciding the direction of the experiment.

…………

It's really becoming more and more like a mad scientist.

"If something is extremely similar to humans but has no soul...it will cause the uncanny valley effect, right? Maybe you will have nightmares." Hipper said in a relaxed and chatty tone.

"Ah, that's true...it's basically a monster."

If he faced a humanoid monster, he might still hesitate, but if it was a creature like a cursed spirit, he would definitely punch it without thinking.

"Hahahaha - interesting!" Hipper suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears came out. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned to Yuhito, and finally revealed her intentions.

"If that's the case, then even if you see a monster created from your own flesh and blood, you won't be afraid, right?"

...Huh? What?

He was completely stunned. Meanwhile, Hipper had already given instructions to his two assistants. Send the sample into the incubator, establish a growth model, and accelerate it to maturity at the fastest rate.

…………

Sure enough, he was skirting the line and making trouble.

Gojo Satoru clenched his back teeth, his eyes fixed on Hipper, his eyes full of warnings - stop, his students' minds are not yet strong enough to withstand such a shock, their souls are far from strong enough.

"Oh, why are you panicking? Am I the kind of person who would bully my classmates?" Hipper waved her hands, smiling with her eyebrows curved and her body trembling, but her whole face was full of the expression that I am actually that kind of person.

………Gojo Satoru is tired of saying the word “enough is enough” today.

"Come back to your senses. Come on, pick a skin for yourself." Hipper shared the virtual screen with Yujin and told him to play the game in a dismissive tone.

Gojo Satoru immediately came over under the pretext of supervising the progress of the experiment.

"Oh oh!! It's the face-shaping system!" Yuji Itadori quickly figured out how to play in the game-like interface and immediately immersed himself in it with great interest.

…………It seems that his worries are really unnecessary.

Hipper has always been good at coaxing people, and Yuhito... is also naive and easy to fool. In a blink of an eye, his attention was diverted and he was no longer afraid.

Not long after, Gojo Satoru himself joined the face-shaping game with great interest.

This should have been a controversial human cultivation experiment that broke the ethical bottom line, but the genius used this method to easily fool the two righteous partners.

Should I say that they are too gullible... or should I sigh that she is worthy of my name?

On the side, the taciturn assistant and the lively assistant gave Hipper a thumbs up at the same time.

—It has to be Master Hipper. A master, a true master.

The lively assistant attentively pushed a chair over for Hipper to sit down and work. Then a series of emoticons of flowers and hearts appeared on the screen, and he continued to work happily.

They must prepare all the growth liquid and ripening agents before Hisahito confirms the final model.

…………

——A full half hour.

These two humans actually played a face-shaping game for half an hour in the genius laboratory where every second counts.

It's unbelievable that someone could waste Lord Hipper's precious thirty minutes just by playing games.

Just now you thought even ten minutes of waiting was too long, but now you are willing to waste time with two mortals.

This differential treatment is too obvious QAQ!

The two assistants turned their backs silently, and the screen showed the emoji of tearful eyes at the same time.

A face with =.= written on it

A face with 〒_〒

...Was he scolded by Hipper?

Hipper, who was sitting with his legs crossed waiting for the results of the experiment, didn't even look up and calmly explained to them, "He's jealous."

Eh? Robots... can have emotions?

She didn't continue to explain and ignored them.

Machines endowed with emotions should no longer be considered tools. This is unethically acceptable in human society.

But to Schipper, a machine is always just a machine.

What she needs is an assistant who thinks quickly, can keep up with her pace and cooperate perfectly, rather than a partner who becomes more and more like a "human".

Becoming human is not a good start.

Geniuses don't need companions.

——What if he really becomes like a human and goes on strike after being scolded by her?

That won't work.

She tacitly allowed these machines that were gradually developing self-awareness to retain their little emotions, but as long as they did not cross the line and did not affect the main business, she would not interfere.

They also know it well and each abides by this unspoken rule.

After Hipper finished analyzing the data, he called up the masterpiece that the two had been playing for half an hour, and then fell into a long silence.

—Muscular man, sailor suit, twintails. Oversized, 2D-style eyes, eyelashes like brooms, rosy cheeks, and lipstick.

…………

If this kind of thing is really cultivated, it will not only lower her style, but also damage her image.

What nonsense.

In the genius laboratory, you can witness wounds healing instantly, the birth of synthetic monsters, and also see - uh, some extremely bizarre human "artistic creations."

The two assistants looked at this rapidly ripened "finished product" and fell into a dead silence at the same time, as if the system would automatically restart in the next second.

Only Itadori Yuji and Gojo Satoru excitedly shouted "Great!" and rushed forward to watch, chattering, talking and laughing, and even took out their phones to take photos.

They don't feel scary.

They were very scared.

…………

This is actually an image created by humans themselves.

Humans are indeed too evil.

When it comes to flexible boundaries and unpredictable actions, no one can match Schipper. But when faced with this kind of... bizarre art, she has to admit defeat.

She found it difficult to agree, but she didn't judge. She respected individual preferences—she simply silently updated the information entries for the two people in her mind.

[Suspected of having a hidden curiosity tendency, potential unknown. ]

Finish the experiment quickly and destroy this thing; it's really an eyesore.

Speed ​​up, she couldn't stand such a weird thing in her lab.

The two assistants sped up even more silently, firmly fixed the burly man in the sailor suit on the operating table, prepared all the instruments, and waited quietly for instructions.

"Turn on protection, air filtration, ventilation." Schipper stood at the table, donning gloves and giving instructions. She herself didn't need protection, but there were two vulnerable humans in the lab, one of whom was her "husband."

She had to save their lives.

The two men stood at the end of the bed and watched her operate. An invisible barrier quietly unfolded, protecting them inside.

After the defenses were fully activated, Hipper picked up the purified liquid extracted from the aberrant. A drop of red liquid squeezed out of the needle tip, and she accurately and swiftly inserted the long needle into the man's heart. The needle was long enough to penetrate the muscle and reach the heart.

The liquid was pushed in completely.

Almost at the same moment of injection, the body erupted in a violent rejection reaction.

A strange, wet, gurgling sound, unhuman, emanated from his throat. Something beneath his skin twisted and struggled frantically, as if trying to break free.

The noise grew louder and louder until—

Bang!

There was a dull sound, as if ripe fruit had burst.

Gojo Satoru covered Yuji's eyes with his hands almost at the same moment the sound was heard, but he could see it clearly - blood, flesh, broken bones, and indescribable sticky tissue splattered on the protective shield and slowly slid down.

Hipper stood closest to the explosion, his white lab coat soaked in blood and debris.

Her fingertips wiped away the warm liquid that had splashed onto her cheek. She even smiled as she let the assistant wipe her face with a wet wipe, while another assistant had already started cleaning the floor with a "vacuum cleaner," making a subtle yet creepy sucking sound.

…………

The boy's breathing suddenly became heavy and he froze in place.

Gojo Satoru looked at Hipper, his gaze as solid as a substance. Silence fell, and no one spoke.

"Experiments sometimes fail," she explained with a smile, then instructed her assistant to continue cultivating new consumables. "Prepare a few more, so we don't waste time waiting if one fails."

Then she turned to Hisahito, and her voice suddenly became gentle, with a cruel and persuasive tone.

"You must understand, Yourin, that salvation often comes at a price. Sometimes saving a person is based on causing pain to another person."

She wiped her cheeks and changed into her lab coat with one click, her voice soft and gentle.

"...Then, who is Hipper going to save this time?" The boy asked with a choked, almost broken voice, trembling.

Hipper walked across the sticky ground, walked in front of him, and used her body to block everything behind her. Her cold fingers gently pushed away Gojo Satoru's hand and cupped Yuhito's pale, sweaty cheek.

She held up Yuhito's face, looked at his expression that seemed to want to cry but couldn't, and answered him softly with a smile.

"The person I want to save this time——"

"It's you, Hisahito."