Chang Le chuckled and looked at everyone present: "So it seems we've reached an agreement."
"I, Chang Le, am not a good person, but I am unwilling to start a civil war within our country, causing widespread suffering and allowing those outside who covet the Central Plains to benefit. However, I will avenge any wrong done to me!"
“Our Ninth District is a place we fought our way out of the aliens’ old lair. We are not afraid of war. This will must be conveyed. The grudges of the past must be settled!”
Those who have done wrong, why should they sit in high positions? I will make them come down and apologize, and pay the price for the comfort they have gained by stepping on other people's lives all these years!
Fu Yue lightly tapped the table, causing the solid wooden table embedded in the floor to tremble slightly, and then his booming voice rang out:
"Well said! I support the young master to the end!"
The old witch forced a sinister smile onto her wrinkled face: "This old woman is nothing but a broken body; she won't rest in peace until she repays her debts."
Ghost Blade looked at Chang Le: "Yes, we are."
Luo Xuan smiled faintly: "The Gallia Consortium won't be having a good time lately."
Changfeng said, "The contract has been received and is under study. We guarantee that the young master will have no worries."
Zigui smiled wryly: "My little mice have been waiting for me all over the world for many years."
Wan Buxun was even more decisive, clasping his hands in a fist salute: "The Dragon Soul Army is always ready for battle!"
Chen Wusui raised his hand formally: "Young Master, Xue Wuwang, what are your plans?"
Seven pairs of eyes turned to him simultaneously.
Why is this person going off-topic? They were just showing their loyalty!
Chang Le was prepared for this question: "Of course we'll bring them back! Do my little dragon and little green snake need someone else to raise them?"
Chen Wusui smiled and nodded: "I am relieved to hear that you say so, Young Master."
Chang Le then said, "There's one more thing I need to tell you, it's about integration."
Upon hearing this, everyone became serious and looked at her solemnly.
"Everyone here knows that I possess the ability to fuse. Without even realizing it myself, I have successfully fused with the [Ten Thousand Thunder Technique] in addition to [Devour], which is the ability I use under the identity of Ye Buqi."
"Up to now, I have also integrated several other superpowers."
Changfeng stared wide-eyed at Chang Le, his gaze fixed intently on the researcher who, despite his scholarly appearance, was actually quite muscular. He couldn't hide his curiosity and delight.
"Multiple types? How many types?"
Luo Xuan frowned slightly: "Changfeng, you have overstepped your bounds."
This is Chang Le's trump card; how could she possibly reveal it so easily? She shouldn't tell anyone but herself.
Changfeng realized he had misspoke, but before he could say anything, Chang Le spoke first: "The alien species [Biyin] has three abilities: Netherworld, Spirit, and Regeneration. I have fused 90% of them. So how many kinds do you think I have?"
A glint flashed in Changfeng's eyes, but he knew to stop there. Chang Le didn't say anything more, so he didn't ask any more questions.
This shows that Chang Le currently possesses at least five different abilities!
"However, I'm not only saying this to let everyone know about my fusion abilities, but also to tell you something else," Chang Le paused before continuing.
"The cost of integration."
Everyone present changed their expressions drastically. Ghost Blade suddenly stood up and stared nervously at Chang Le.
The old witch also looked at her, her face grim.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious for now." Chang Le stretched out his hands and pressed them down in front of him to reassure him.
Ghost Blade sat down again.
Chang Le first looked at the cuckoo's cry: "Let everyone see."
The cuckoo cried as it stood up and projected the video and documents. The projector displayed information about the leopard-man.
The final conclusion clearly shows: genetic mutation.
When people saw the human in the video, who looked like a beast, no one could help but be horrified.
"Based on this case, combined with the foreign objects I saw in the Azure Lab, and the mutation of the Northern Whale forcibly fused with Biin energy during the Northern War, I am certain that the side effects of forced fusion are..."
Genetic mutation.
"When a certain type of energy is acquired from outside, the body will also undergo a transformation that tends towards that energy."
"And this alienation also applies to humans. Like this human who has degenerated into a leopard, and..."
Chang Le paused for a moment, then raised her right hand. Visible dark mist spread out from behind her, and dozens or even hundreds of non-human tentacles stretched out behind her, making Chang Le, who was at the center, look particularly eerie.
"Me too, the same goes for me."
"This is a mutation in my body after merging with the origin of Biyin. This thing can be regarded as my second companion."
"It is the tentacle of Biin, possessing three attributes: spirit, devouring, and netherworld, but it also has the characteristic of killing its master."
"This is the price I paid for this fusion."
Chang Le calmly said, "Even with my fusion ability, one day in the future I may completely degenerate into a monster that has lost its human form."
In that nightmare, it wasn't entirely impossible that the tentacles that tore her body in two were involved.
If one day her body weakens to the point where she can no longer suppress the tentacles, then these dangerous energies within her will turn around and completely devour her.
While she controls these dangers, these dangers are also looking for her weaknesses.
She was like that, and so was Shen Fuguang.
Chen Wusui comforted him by saying that Fu Guang's time was coming to an end. But didn't Fu Guang lose lifespan by bearing the consequences of changing his fate? As a Fuder, didn't he pay any price for this? Is the karmic cost of a Fuder even heavier?
Integration is the only stroke of luck among millions, and it means always walking on the edge of a knife.
Whether this is the path of human evolution remains unknown.
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