Chapter 777: I want to save more people than I kill
Albert was shocked: "Has the Red Prime Minister finally rebelled?"
Strangely enough, he wasn't surprised by this...
Instead, there is a feeling of "as expected" and "he finally did it."
After all, Albert's sponsor was the Count of Leipzig, and he had more or less come into indirect contact with the Red Prime Minister - of course, he didn't dare to have direct contact.
He himself was not good at speaking, and the Red Prime Minister was notoriously irritable, eccentric and changeable. If he accidentally angered the Red Prime Minister, he might become a blood slave in the Red Castle.
Others would care about his talents—after all, Albert was not only the second-youngest fourth-level transcendent in Star Antimony, but also a brilliant inventor and an excellent disaster splicer. He was very likely to become the vice-principal of the Spirit Tower and take over the next Black Phase.
...But only Hong Xiang is not afraid of him.
Albert even heard that a member of the royal family had angered him and was sucked dry on the spot.
This matter was kept secret, and the royal family member was later buried under the pretext of "death from illness." But even so, no one dared to question him... This was the story that Count Leipzig told him himself.
The "Red Prime Minister" mentioned by the Count of Leipzig is a willful, arrogant and egoistic person.
He cared about nothing but his own pleasure, and even looked down on his own children.
He is like an overbearing old man who holds a very high status in the family. He has to comment on anything he doesn't like - and the problem is that he seems to dislike everything and always says things like "When Xingtan was founded".
Because of this, Albert didn't dare to meet Hong Xiang at all.
And now... the old man finally couldn't stand the king and decided to replace him?
"Former King Alfonso Valentin, also known as 'Valentin VII,' was tried by the first Prime Minister, Pomponazzi, for seven crimes, including murder, leaking secrets, treason, and trafficking in cultural relics. He was forced to abdicate the throne, be buried, and remove the 'Valentin' surname from his name. All those involved in the case have been arrested..."
Aurora recited the news report.
Selling out the country? Cultural relics? What is this?
Albert frowned and rolled his head curiously in his schoolmate's arms: "What about the new king?"
Why is the name in the news still “Hongxiang”?
"It's His Highness Lucien."
"he?"
Albert's head was filled with distrust. "He can't even memorize the thirteen-type composite equation. I'm afraid the best he can do is refine a petrifying potion... With this level of ability, can he inherit Valentine's position?"
If he can do it, then so can I! Everyone can do it!
Albert whispered in his heart.
"Red phase support."
Aurora commented simply.
“…Tsk.”
Albert smacked his lips, feeling very unhappy.
If only someone could bring bad luck to Hong Xiang, he thought.
Although he was considered to be from the Count of Leipzig's faction, and could barely be considered the Red Prime Minister's direct descendant, he was actually safe from this wave and even felt a little happy...
But Albert was still a little unhappy - mainly because he felt that the new king was not smart enough or strong enough.
At least Qishi is a fifth-level Balancer!
Albert is not yet at the fifth energy level, so he is convinced.
He shook his head and turned his neck, and was held tightly in Aurora's arms because she was worried that he would jump down.
"What do the people say?"
Albert was a little worried: "Will there be a civil war?"
"The common people don't seem to care much about who the new king is. They care more about the price of food and bread."
Aurora replied.
...That’s true.
Albert shook his head up and down.
The common people would probably just be wondering how the first generation Red Prime Minister, who hadn't appeared for so many years, could suddenly reappear.
"Is it going well?"
"It went quite smoothly..."
The two chatted and soon returned to Albert's laboratory.
In the messy laboratory, white printing papers were scattered everywhere, weighed down by jars of organs, and the room was filled with the hum of a vacuum machine.
——In a large ritual platform in the middle of the laboratory, a real monster was restrained.
Two halos bound it, one above and one below, making it float in the air.
It was a giant ball of flesh—its arms stretched out in a dense mass, swaying in the wind like seaweed in the water.
Some of those arms were thick, some were thin; some were men's, some were women's... It looked like dozens of people's arms were chopped off and inserted into this ball of flesh.
It seemed to sense Albert's presence and immediately became excited from its static state. Its arms, which were originally curled up naturally, suddenly opened up - like a flower blooming in an instant.
Aurora blinked. "It?"
"Well, my latest masterpiece!"
Albert walked over and happily shook hands with it. "I named it Thousand Hands God. This is number 117, so it's Thousand Hands God-117."
"What does it do?"
"It can be used to grow arms. It lacks any twilight power, so it's not very powerful, but it can be used for transplants."
As Albert spoke, he suddenly exerted force with his right hand that was shaking hands, and directly pulled off an arm.
He held up the white, warm arm and handed it to Aurora like a treasure.
But Aurora still held his head. She only freed one hand and gently touched the skin of the arm, feeling its elasticity and warmth, then withdrew her hand.
"I've thought before that necromancy could be used to help disabled people regain their missing limbs. Or it could also help those who want extra limbs fulfill their wishes."
Albert said enthusiastically, "But if we use precise carving to customize limbs for each person... the cost would be too high. So I invented this device, which can grow hands of various thicknesses and lengths. Then people can find the limb they like, remove it, and then reattach it."
"...How does it grow? What do we need to feed it?"
Aurora was slightly interested in it. Although Albert had invented many strange little pieces of junk, she felt that this one was valuable.
“This is also very simple.”
Albert said this as he brought out a box of mice sealed with preservation techniques.
If this were an ordinary box, they would have starved to death or suffocated long ago. But preservation magic has this miraculous effect, even if a creature is boxed, it can survive for a long time.
Albert's headless body casually opened the seals on the boxes, then lifted them up and dumped the mice towards the Thousand-Handed God like garbage.
The Thousand-Handed God instinctively reached out, catching each falling mouse as easily as a ball. Then, they retracted their arms—and only then did Aurora notice that beneath each arm were ferocious, rotating teeth. The mice were stuffed into their mouths and chewed.
Aurora laughed for no apparent reason.
Albert asked with some confusion, and then Aurora explained her strange laugh:
"Like a pineapple with lots of arms."
The girl said, pointing at it.
And when she pointed at the Thousand-Handed God, the Thousand-Handed God stretched out his hand to her from a distance.
"I've set it up so it only eats small enough living things. The limit is ten centimeters in diameter to prevent it from attacking humans. If it's larger, it will extend its hand as a gesture of friendship, which also makes it easier to check the various indicators of its arms."
Albert said proudly, "With this thing, we no longer have to worry about people needing amputations! Later, I can make some more 'centipede gods' so that people in wheelchairs can walk! Even if someone wants a second or even a third pair of arms, at least they don't have to be taken from a living person!"
"I didn't make the Centipede God at first because I was worried it would slip away. The Thousand-Handed God is much easier to control... I got them some dumbbells, and they keep trying to catch the weights and pull them up. They can also play with themselves when I'm not in the lab."
"Senior, that's amazing."
Aurora hugged Albert's head tightly and said sincerely.
A smile finally appeared on Albert's always sad face.
He walked over, adjusted his glasses, and then boasted to his junior high school classmate, "I plan to make a dead spirit that can automatically regenerate a liver—in principle, it should be possible. I know of a place where the dead can slowly regenerate a large number of 'eyes' and even a large number of 'mouths' on their own."
"So, I think there might be an undead with a belly full of liver... Then, maybe the demonologists won't kill innocent people indiscriminately."
Among human body materials, the most frequently used parts are eyeballs, penis, bones, and liver. The penis needs to be air-dried for preservation, the bones need to be shaved and dried, and the eyeballs can be preserved for a long time simply by soaking them in preservative fluid. However, the liver must be whole and fresh...
Because each use is limited to a single portion, liver is the most expensive of all human ingredients on the black market. Even the slightest damage will diminish the ritual's effectiveness.
For the sake of huge profits, some urban hunters who don't even have the technology to preserve organs will kill people on the spot, directly taking them away and having professional surgeons remove their livers.
——If we had this thing, perhaps not so many people would have died, Albert thought.
Compared to the simple "Thousand-Handed God" and "Hundred-Footed God", the undead that can replicate its liver and eyeballs is much more difficult to create. The cost would be many times higher, and there is no guarantee of a market for it.
But if something like this could be made...it would probably be enough to convince me to go to Avalon.
I heard that the doctors at Avalon have completed the liver transplant.
Combined with this technology, he can save many more people.
——The number of people he killed must be more than what he had killed in the other world line.
Albert thought to himself.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of his laboratory.
"Excuse me...is this the place, Senior?"
A hesitant voice came from outside the door.
"Um."
Aurora said, and whispered to Albert: "My junior schoolmate. A new transfer student... meet Aleister."
Although she is called a junior schoolmate, in essence she is just an apprentice who is asked to help train.
The spirit of playing it badly is prevalent in the Tower of Tongling, with the slogan "Whoever wants to go can go, I won't go anyway", and most tutors are not very willing to take students.
In meetings, the silence is like a classroom where the teacher asks, "Who understands? Come up and explain?" It often takes until the very end for the vice-president to call on students and assign tasks.
The new transfer students are naturally affiliated with Aurora.
After all, Aurora is already at the fourth energy level...Talents can't just go unused.
Some mentors themselves do not even have the fourth level.
After all, she hadn't graduated yet, so nominally she could only be considered as guiding her younger classmates - and naturally, she didn't get paid.
However, it seemed that because of Aleister, Aurora seemed to be quite interested in her, so much so that she wanted to bring her here for Albert to see. So she guided the school girl here in some way.
Aurora trotted all the way, holding Albert's head and went to open the door.
"morning."
Aurora simply greeted him, "Did you sleep well?"
Looking at the finger clenched in the little girl's hand at the door, Albert suddenly understood.
Oh, it turns out that it was Aurora's finger that was leading the way.
As for what the girl looked like, he was too lazy to look. Generally speaking, she seemed to have long curly light blonde hair - in any case, just remember the hairstyle.
The somewhat timid Christina saw her senior schoolmate open the door with an expressionless face, holding a head with its eyes open in her arms.
Behind her stood a headless man, and behind him was a terrifying monster covered in bloodstained arms. Arms and severed limbs of all kinds were scattered in the corners, and torsos, half-cut and pierced with arms, lay scattered all over the floor. Jars of organs lay eerily placed in every corner of the table...
The whole room was filled with arms, arms, arms, arms...
A complete arm, a half arm, a clean arm, a bloody arm...
"Yo."
Albert felt that he should say hello, so he suddenly spoke coldly.
Christina rolled her eyes and fainted.
"She didn't sleep well."
Aurora looked at her with some regret as she fell to the ground with a thud, and lowered her head and whispered to the head in her arms.
Yesterday I promised to update more! So I wrote an update of over 7,000 words, and it took me 7:46...
I was unconscious, I woke up and corrected the typo...
(End of this chapter)
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