"No, how did you hurt us?"
Natren was filled with panic. He couldn't understand how Gao Gao, who had been imprisoned by them, could inflict such heavy damage on everyone without them even realizing it.
“Now that you ask, I’ve suddenly become a little interested,” Gao Ang said, setting aside his previous question for the moment. “How did you imprison me? Hypnosis, it shouldn’t be, right? It seems quite different from the methods used on that unfortunate guy before.”
Gao Ang pointed to the distance, where the poor soul who wanted to hypnotize Gao Ang was lying.
"This is our wizard clan..."
"Screw you, don't give me that fantasy stuff. I want science, understand? Explain it to me scientifically!"
Gao Ang slapped Natren across the face, but he didn't dare to use too much force, afraid of killing the guy.
Natren's head was pressed against the ground. He slowly raised his head, his mouth covered in blood and a few teeth mixed in.
"Oh, you still have teeth? I thought your wizard clan were gods. You know what gods are, right? They're like some of the legends of the Eastern Kingdom... like the superheroes in those mountain movies. Just think of it that way for now."
"I understand what you mean by immortals... but... I really am a member of the wizarding family... please don't hit me..."
Seeing Gao Long raise his right hand, Natren quickly begged for mercy, "I am a member of the wizard race... but I never said wizards aren't human!"
Seeing that Gao Ang had lowered his right hand, Natren struggled to sit up from the ground, leaned against the table leg, and took a breath. "Should we talk somewhere else? It's making such a commotion here. The police will be here soon, and I'm sure you don't want to expose yourself, do you?"
Gao Ang glanced around. The commotion was a bit loud. "It's alright. People outside can't hear or see anything here."
He also sat down cross-legged, waved his left hand, and sucked a bottle of foreign liquor from a wine cabinet. He couldn't see the brand, but it looked like it was from the 19th century.
"You know how to enjoy yourself... Go ahead and tell me everything you know, otherwise... I really can't guarantee what I might do."
He twisted off the cork, gulped down half the bottle, and let out a loud burp. "You scared me half to death. I'll have a little drink to calm my nerves."
Natren didn't speak, but instead scanned his surroundings with his eyes.
"Bang"
The bottle shattered on Natren's head, and two streams of bright red blood flowed down his forehead.
"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I'll talk!"
"There are really no wizards. We are just ordinary people who have mastered some advanced technology."
In the seventeenth century, a meteorite fell from the sky, which changed the lives of many people, including old Dort and old Bethel, as well as my predecessor.
They were among the first to discover the meteorite and also among the biggest beneficiaries.
They enshrined the meteorite in the church and spread rumors that it was a sign of good fortune from heaven, taking the opportunity to amass a great deal of money.
But they later discovered that the meteorite was actually a menace.
They started losing their hair, their teeth, and even coughing up blood, and they became extremely irritable.
One night, old Dort could no longer bear it and bit one of his servants to death.
It was that one bite that changed the fate of most of them.
"Did they find that biting makes them feel better?" Gao Ang interjected, based on his own speculation.
"That's right. After Old Dort bit someone, he found that the blood could soothe his irritability, and at the same time, his teeth stopped hurting and he felt energetic again."
At first, he didn't tell anyone about his discovery, but secretly conducted biting experiments..."
That's right, this matches that section of the local chronicle.
"As the experiment progressed, more and more people went missing, and at some point, most of them began to contract a strange disease, including old Dort's youngest son."
Old Dort told his youngest son the secret about biting, but it didn't save his son's life. His son still died, a gruesome death with his body covered in festering sores.
"Similar to nuclear radiation?" Gao Ang interjected.
"Pretty much. According to current scientific explanations, that meteorite does have a radiation source, but radiation is only one aspect, because it also carries viruses."
Even with today's advanced science and technology, these viruses cannot be eradicated because they simply do not belong here.
"For example?" Gao Ang interjected.
"The most well-known HIV virus is one of them."
"That's not right. The first case of AIDS was discovered in 1984. If what you're saying is true, then there should be records of AIDS in your Western history, right?"
"There will be no record, because all those who got sick died, except for the few who were the first to come into contact with the meteorite."
"Because they received immunotherapy?" Gao Feng guessed.
"Pretty much. They came into contact with the meteorite as soon as it landed on Earth. At that time, the meteorite's radiation energy was probably still in its most active state, so they were exposed to the deepest radiation. But from another perspective, they were also the most deeply transformed."
"Transformation?"
Gao Ang chimed in again regarding this word.
“Yes,” Natren licked his lips, glancing at the bottle of wine Gao Gao was holding again, “May I have a sip?”
"Hmph," Gao Ang took another bottle, twisted off the cork, and put it on the ground.
Natren forced himself to drink a mouthful, spilling it everywhere, but he didn't seem to care much. He continued, "Old Potter and his friends were the first to be exposed to it, so their biting was effective. His youngest son was exposed to it later, so his biting was ineffective. After biting someone, Old Dort felt much stronger, his hair grew back, and even if he had wounds, they would heal very quickly."
Tell me, what is this if not a transformation?
Theoretically speaking, it is indeed a modification, but Gao Ang always felt that there was a problem with it. "There can't be no aftereffects, right?"
Natron sighed. "You guessed it. There are indeed aftereffects." He took a swig of his drink and continued, "And many of them. They gradually discovered that they had become blood-sucking monsters and were completely unable to escape their life of sucking blood."
If they don't drink blood for a day, they feel uncomfortable all over, get cramps, and even have difficulty breathing.
These are all superficial; what terrifies them even more is their loss of fertility.
Upon hearing this, Gao Ang couldn't help but shudder. Damn, is this about me?
"In terms of procreation, not only do you in the East value it, but we in the West value it just as much."
What's the point of having the highest power or mountains of gold if you can't have children?
Fortunately, they still have our wizard clan; we helped them solve their reproduction problem.
Cloning technology? Or in vitro fertilization?
"In vitro fertilization (IVF) was the first technology used; cloning technology came later."
"Alright, let's leave that aside for now. Tell me about you wizards; I'm very curious about your abilities."
The two guys sat on the ground like old friends, drinking and chatting, completely losing the tension they had just been exchanging.
“Us?” Natren glanced at Gao Gao. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
Why not?
"Fine, our story is even more... disgusting than the story of the vampires!"
After thinking for a long time, Natren came out with this word.
"nausea?"
Gao Ang suddenly became hesitant to drink, afraid he would throw up.
How disgusting must a wizard be to say disgusting things?
"Let's talk about the abilities of wizards first. Wizards are actually just ordinary people. In modern scientific terms, their genetic mutations are different from those of vampires."
Vampires target physical attributes, while wizards target other aspects.
Pointing to his head, Natren grabbed his hair and suddenly exerted force.
Holy crap!
Gao Ang was terrified by what he saw. The guy's head was bald and covered with strange patterns.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pattern resembling a paw, which was actually the suture mark from multiple surgeries.
With so many surgeries, even the most advanced technology can't hide these marks, so these guys just added some patterns to their scalps...
"The earliest generation of wizards did not drink blood, but they still managed to survive."
They survived because of their incredibly strong willpower and perception.
The great prophecy I mentioned earlier wasn't meant to deceive you; I genuinely sensed a strange energy fluctuation emanating from the East, which is why I left the Bethel family ahead of schedule.
Natren explained why he had left the Bethel family.
"Continue your performance."
"Later, these wizards discovered that they could influence other people's thoughts, and even control them."
Moreover, they discovered that they had become very intelligent, even possessing a photographic memory.
However, they have a natural adversary: the vampires.
When vampires are in a rage, wizards have no way to control them.
Therefore, of the original five wizards, two were mistakenly killed by the vampires, leaving only the three here.
Our wizard clan has witnessed the power of the vampires and had no choice but to submit to them, which is why I appeared at the Bethel family castle before.
As for the wizard's ability to control others, it's actually quite simple: it's emotional resonance, or to put it more bluntly, brainwave resonance.
Every human action, every movement, and even every emotion generates various brainwaves.
These brainwaves are currently undetectable by conventional medical tests, but we can vaguely sense them.
"See these patterns?" Natren pointed to the patterns on his head.
"These patterns have two meanings. The main function is to amplify our brainwaves, so that the frequency of our brainwaves can affect the frequency of other people's brainwaves."
There's another function, or rather, it's not exactly a function, but rather the origin of this pattern.
"Look closely at these patterns," Natren said, tilting his head back dramatically. "Look closely, what can you see?"
"I can see the stitches."
"That's right, these sutures aren't just surface sutures, they're real sutures between the skull and the inside of the cranium!"
Nateren's words, always startling, once again took Gao Feng by surprise: "Intracranial sutures?"
What kind of cutting-edge technology is this? What are these monsters thinking? It's a miracle they've survived this long.
"Hahaha, this is the disgusting thing I was talking about before."
You haven't forgotten, have you? When I said those first-generation wizards, I meant 'they,' not 'we.'
Gao Ang nodded. He had some doubts from the beginning, but now he had a general idea. However, he couldn't imagine how these people had survived if that were really the case.
He had also seen it, and these people's brains were really abnormal.
"The wizard race cannot drink blood. Even if they do, it's no different from drinking a cup of soy milk... There is still a difference, like the difference between red and white."
So, how should the tradition of wizardry be passed down?
This problem has troubled the older generation for a long time. Although they have not lost their fertility, their offspring are all ordinary people and have no superpowers whatsoever.
Therefore, the older generation of wizards determined that their abilities should depend on their brains, rather than other parts of their bodies.
They conducted many experiments and finally came to the conclusion that memories can be inherited.
This inheritance is different from DNA-level inheritance; this inheritance is of a physical nature.
At this point, Natren pointed to his head again. "Now, you should guess what it is, right?"
"You mean... your head contains the brain of some wizard from hundreds of years ago?"
Halfway through the conversation, Gao Feng felt like vomiting.
"That's right, the cerebral cortex beneath those patterns isn't mine, but belongs to those aging wizard ancestors."
They discovered that the difference between their brains and other people's brains lay in the synapses at those patterned locations.
They reached this conclusion thanks to the two predecessors who were killed by the vampires; otherwise, they would have had no one to compare themselves to.
Upon hearing this, Gao Ang examined Natren's head once more.
It must be said that if it weren't for Natren's reminder, he would have had a really hard time noticing the differences between these cerebral cortex cells and synapses.
"More than 20 years have passed since the surgeries of our generation, and these synapses have long since become one with us."
Seemingly sensing a brilliant idea, Natren replied, though he was a little curious, "How did you 'see' the structure of our brain?"
"continue!"
Gao Ang ignored him and gestured for Natren to continue.
"Continue with what?"
"Let's continue our previous topic!" Gao Ang said, enunciating each word clearly:
What is the scientific basis for your capabilities?
What about those manuscripts?
"What other secrets do the Dort and Bethel families hold?"
"Most importantly, are there any other monsters like you on Earth?"
Gao Ang repeated his question again.
Natron sighed. "I don't have much time left, so I'll just give you a brief explanation."
"What do you mean there's not much time left? I didn't seriously injure you, okay? Don't even think about trying to scam me!"
Gao Ang stepped back a little; he still had many questions unanswered.
"Sigh, I've told you before, our bodies aren't as abnormal as vampires', and our heads have been operated on many times. Just now you were hitting and cursing me, and the synapses in my cerebral cortex have started to crack."
Gao Ang glanced at it again. Something was wrong. It was fine just now, but now it was starting to crack, and some cells were even starting to fall off.
"Then hurry up and tell me!"
"Alright, I'll keep it short. My ability is to influence and control other people's emotions through the resonance of brainwaves. However, according to records, our first generation of wizards could read other people's memories. We didn't inherit the specific methods, but I can still share the principle with you."
What we call memory is actually the vibration of cells and synapses in the cerebral cortex, which is what we commonly call brainwaves.
These brainwaves are recorded whenever we see or hear certain scenes.
As time passed, these brainwaves did not disappear, but rather went dormant. However, they were still active, just not as obviously.
If these brainwaves become inactive, it means that the human... has lost their memory, you understand?
The patterns on Natron's head had begun to bleed, the dense, light red marks making Gao Yang feel nauseous.
"I understand, but how do you sense these brainwaves? Even ordinary brainwaves require instruments, let alone these dormant brainwaves?"
"If you're interested, you can take my head back and study it carefully after I die."
Natron gave a wicked smile, bewitching Gao Yang.
"I'm not a pervert, I have absolutely no interest in your head."
Gao Feng waved his hand dismissively.
He had actually understood what Natren was saying. His magnetic pole signal was actually brainwaves. The reason he didn't yet have the ability to control and receive other people's emotions was probably because he hadn't developed his brain enough and his research on brainwaves wasn't deep enough.
"As for those manuscripts, we actually produced them. Due to the needs of the times, or the needs of the Dort and Bethel families, we gave them to different people, such as Edison, Einstein, Watt, and so on. In fact, they were all vampires behind them."
Gao Feng nodded indifferently; this result was roughly what he had predicted.
"As for the secrets of the Bethel and Dort families, that's all I know. As I've said before, we wizards are just tools in their eyes. We only know what we're involved in, like the manuscripts. What we're not involved in, they don't want us to know, and we have no interest in knowing. What interests us is research and invention, just like the experts in those research institutes."
"And you asked if there are other monsters on Earth Yellow Star... Aren't you one? Invulnerable to swords and spears, and able to launch infrasound attacks, hehe, I knew it, this planet and this universe are far more complex than we can see!"
"I always thought that vampires and wizards were the most advanced beings on this planet. At first, we were wary of the immortals and heroes in your Eastern kingdoms, but later we found out that it was all a lie. Even after we divided up the modern Eastern Kingdom, those people never appeared. Hahaha, your ancestors in the Eastern Kingdoms told you a huge lie!"
"Young man, don't you have a saying in your Eastern country, 'A dying man's words are good'? Do you believe what I'm saying?"
Gao Ang ignored him, glanced up at another wizard, and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I'll find out by asking him again."
Gao Feng will likely only believe three-tenths of what one person says.
You can only believe half of what two people say; the rest needs to be verified by the person themselves.
"he?"
Natron chuckled softly, "The moment you entered, our deaths were inevitable. We were all pawns!"
Suddenly, all of Natren's cells began to fail, while the cells in his brain began to separate, quickly becoming a scattered mass of cells that turned into a pool of cellular fluid...
The same was true of another wizard.
"Hey, what's going on? I haven't finished asking my question yet!"
Gao Ang was stunned; these two died far too quickly.
Like a tornado, it caught him completely off guard.
Most importantly, the changes in their bodies were too sudden, too drastic, and too extensive for him to do any first aid.
He was unwilling to give up and tried to continue to awaken Natron, even to regenerate his cells, but all to no avail.
This project was enormous. More importantly, he discovered an unknown element inside the body of this person, including in his head.
These elements were initially hidden within his body, and Gao Feng had his full power field restricted, so he didn't notice them at all.
This element is somewhat radioactive, but it seems to be nearing the end of its active phase...
"So, you two died because this element deteriorated?"
"So, your deaths have nothing to do with me!"
Looking at the two dead wizards, Gao Ang felt very wronged.
After feeling wronged, he thought about it more and more and felt that something was wrong.
"Isn't this interrogation process going too smoothly?"
These wizards didn't suffer much; he just beat him up and gave him a wine bottle.
Is this torture? Nonsense! Even a fight between thugs is more brutal than this!
The more Gao Feng thought about it, the more he felt he had been set up.
October 23, Dortmund Family, England, Foggy Day;
Damn it, it seems like we've been tricked. We finally caught two wizards, but they both died in the end.
Their deaths had nothing to do with me; they were probably caused by some kind of radioactive element in their bodies entering the final stage of decay.
Their abilities were likely acquired through mutation after being irradiated by this element, which was not only the source of their abilities but also the source of their life energy.
However, before Natren died, he told me some theories. If the principle of magnetic pole signals is the same as theirs, then I might be considered a wizard.
Although I, as a wizard, don't have much ability yet, I think the principle he explained is not difficult to understand;
In addition, I copied all the inventions and achievements of their laboratory. These things should be able to sell for a lot of money, right?
But then the biggest question arises: if Natren and the others' deaths were deliberately orchestrated, then who was the mastermind?
The Dortmund family?
It's very likely, after all, according to Natren, wizards are dependent on vampires, and vampires are their nemesis;
The fact that no other vampires were found in Dort Castle basically confirms this conjecture: the Dort family may have anticipated some kind of risk, so they retreated in advance, and to lull me into a false sense of security, they used Natren as a pawn.
According to the decay cycle of radioactive elements, he was destined to die, so he set up a trap for me before he died.
In that case, how much of what he says is credible?
Where did the Dort family's headquarters go? To the Mountain Kingdom?
The mystery remains unsolved...
Having copied a bunch of technical skills, Gao Yuan returned to Changying Island, both happy and worried.
The good news is that a lot of new technologies have been introduced, but the bad news is that the mysteries have not yet been fully solved.
"Your Excellency, please apply for patents for these items."
After a while, Gao Ang finally realized that he had been tricked:
Because these technology patents have already been registered!
The company that registered these patents just held a press conference to showcase their major inventions to the world.
Laser weapons, flu vaccines, high-performance materials, next-generation engines, and so on.
"Investigate these companies! Find out who the hell controls them!"
Gao Feng was very angry, and the consequences were severe.
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