If people have souls, would these individuals, upon falling into hell and becoming vengeful spirits, regret their actions in life—their disregard for human life and countless sins?
Feng Lin did not know the answer to this.
But those who had perished at the hands of these clones had gotten what they deserved.
Feng Lin’s gaze remained fixed on the changes unfolding before him.
Giant Pharmaceuticals had already collapsed. Now, with life and death on the line, it was time for the final showdown.
Frank was like the Grim Reaper; every name he uttered sealed someone’s fate to a brutal death.
Before these ferocious clones, the frail researchers were like lambs awaiting slaughter, not daring to make a single wrong move.
Of course, Feng Lin was the exception.
If Frank really called out his name, Feng Lin would have no choice but to stop hiding.
He had never truly let loose and unleashed his full strength before!
Unexpectedly, as the names continued to be called, the egg-headed researchers fell into the magma like dumplings being dropped into a pot, yet Feng Lin’s name was never spoken.
After a moment’s thought, Feng Lin understood.
The spaceship had limited seats, and the elimination list seemed to be based on performance metrics. The worse the performance, the lower the ability, and the earlier the elimination—until only fifty remained.
Over the past few days, whether it was improving the adrenaline potion and life potion or proposing the crystallization pharmaceutical technique, Feng Lin’s performance had ranked among the top, which was why his name hadn’t been called yet.
Realizing this, he felt more confident.
Soon, the number dwindled until only fifty-one remained.
Hope flickered in everyone’s eyes.
If… if just one more name was called, the rest would be able to escape.
As for those clones?
They were nothing but tools; no one considered them human.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Frank, waiting for him to announce the final name.
“Matsushita Kijin!” Frank uttered a Japanese name—Feng Lin’s long-time assistant.
Those whose names weren’t called let out a deep sigh of relief, their bodies relaxing.
Finally, they were saved…
Having witnessed so many companions die horribly, their hearts had been in their throats, nearly giving out. They hadn’t expected to escape by sheer luck.
“Baka!” The named Matsushita Kijin’s eyes widened, instinctively cursing in his native tongue.
Even though he had bleached himself from yellow to white, at the final moment, he couldn’t abandon his true nature.
“Frank-san, my performance is outstanding! Why abandon me? I’m a geneticist! I created a new potion—the bleaching potion—that can turn skin white!” he argued desperately.
“Sorry! That potion isn’t very useful to us. We have the Divine Blood Ritual, which can perfectly transform people into Children of God. Your potion only changes skin color, not essence—it’s of little use to us!” Frank said coldly, pronouncing Matsushita Kijin’s death sentence.
“How can this be?” Matsushita Kijin couldn’t accept it. Since childhood, he had wanted to become a white person, so he invented the bleaching potion, became a geneticist, and joined Giant Pharmaceuticals.
He had thought that after undergoing the Divine Blood Ritual and becoming a Child of God—an exalted existence even among white people—he had reached the pinnacle of life.
But now, faced with this situation, at the critical moment, he was being ruthlessly discarded.
“Divine Blood Ritual?” he muttered, staring blankly as the clones approached, still unwilling to give up, struggling desperately.
Suddenly, a deep black appeared in his blue eyes, glaringly conspicuous.
A fierce will to survive surged in Matsushita Kijin’s eyes, and he suddenly pointed at Feng Lin. “But what about him? Why isn’t he eliminated?”
Frank said, “Feng Lin’s performance is outstanding. He’s a rare genius of Giant Pharmaceuticals, the elite among elites! So he’s not on the elimination list!”
“That’s unfair! This kid hasn’t undergone the Divine Blood Ritual. He still has black hair and black eyes, not our blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s not one of us—completely untrustworthy. Why not eliminate him instead of me?” Matsushita Kijin, always identifying as white, tried to win sympathy and turn the矛头 toward Feng Lin.
The remaining egg-headed researchers were also stirred, murmuring among themselves.
“Yeah! That guy has black hair and yellow skin—different from us, untrustworthy!”
“Without the Divine Blood Ritual, he’s not our kind!”
“Besides, even if he’s a genius, hasn’t the crystallization ritual still failed? His performance isn’t that much higher than Matsushita Kijin’s!”
“Matsushita Kijin might be weaker, but he’s still contributed! He’s an old hand at Giant Pharmaceuticals—he shouldn’t be eliminated so heartlessly!”
…
The murmurs grew.
Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts!
This principle held true everywhere.
These people had previously benefited from Feng Lin, learning much about the crystallization pharmaceutical technique. Under the influence of his intangible charisma, they had all held him in high regard.
But when it came to core interests involving life and death and racial survival, even charisma was useless.
The instinct to survive outweighed all so-called emotions.
Feng Lin’s eyes darkened. He had thought he was out of the woods, but in the end, the fire had still spread to him.
Looking at the hideous face of Matsushita Kijin, he sneered inwardly.
As expected of a Japanese—even after changing races, that jackal-like nature of turning on its master at any moment never changed.
Dozens of eyes locked onto Feng Lin, filled with hostility and rejection.
Frank, the supervisor, and Aiko exchanged glances, their expressions turning mysterious.
Seeing their hesitation, Matsushita Kijin sensed a new chance at survival and shouted even louder, “This Feng Lin might have improved the adrenaline gene potion and life potion before, but the most crucial crystallization pharmaceutical technique has never succeeded! Maybe it’s just a gimmick he made up—doomed to fail! Besides, he says ancient divine medicines have a crystalline structure, but no one else has strong enough mental power to verify it. He can say whatever he wants—don’t let him fool you!”
Desperate to survive, he viciously slandered Feng Lin, his former team leader, behaving repulsively.
He forgot how he had groveled and fawned over Feng Lin to learn about the crystallization pharmaceutical technique.
Now, Frank fell silent.
Aiko suddenly spoke up beside him, “Supervisor, time is running out! If we don’t decide soon, it’ll be too late!”
“This Feng Lin is a genius, but Matsushita Kijin is a company veteran. How to choose—it’s a tough call,” Frank hesitated.
But Aiko suddenly flashed a cold, knife-like smile at Feng Lin.
Feng Lin sensed trouble.
Then Aiko said, “Matsushita Kijin may be mediocre, but he’s a loyal insider. As Feng Lin’s assistant for so many days, he should have learned the basics of the crystallization pharmaceutical technique. Feng Lin, though brilliant, hasn’t undergone the Divine Blood Ritual and can’t be trusted. At this critical juncture, we can’t afford any risks. Besides, as the saying goes: a dead genius is no genius at all!”
Feng Lin’s expression darkened instantly. He knew he had threatened Aiko’s position, and Aiko was once again targeting him, determined to see him dead.
This was a fundamental conflict of interests, and no charisma could change his mind.
“Feng Lin, I’m sorry. Blame it on your failure to successfully create the crystallization pharmaceutical technique,” Frank finally sighed, waving his hand as a group of clones surrounded him.
As if they could already see Feng Lin being thrown into the Earth’s core to die miserably, everyone’s eyes were cold and emotionless.
Matsushita Kijin, meanwhile, felt a survivor’s relief.
Watching the clones approach, Feng Lin, though inwardly furious, didn’t panic. His strength was his own—no one could take it away, so he remained calm.
At worst, he could fight his way out!
If he unleashed his full power, even the Mars Revolutionary Army would need a large force to stop him!
But Feng Lin was reluctant. Leaving like this meant he would never enter the Furnace Sect’s ruins again or obtain the true inheritance.
Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to do that.
His performance wasn’t bad, but because he wasn’t one of them, Frank had abandoned him at the critical moment?
Feng Lin thought to himself that he had to offer enough leverage to change Frank’s mind.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. As the clones closed in, he shouted loudly.
“Wait! I’ve made a major breakthrough! The crystallization pharmaceutical technique is complete and successful!”
“What? That’s impossible!” The sudden turn of events shocked everyone.
“He’s lying! I’ve watched him for days and never saw him succeed once!” Matsushita Kijin jumped up like a rat with its tail on fire, loudly accusing him.
But as he spoke…
His voice trailed off like a duck with its neck squeezed, unable to continue.
In Feng Lin’s hand was a green, translucent crystal, like the most beautiful thing in the world. The moment it appeared, it instantly captivated everyone’s gaze, holding it for a long, long time.