This was a giant over five meters tall, with mottled skin showing marble-like patterns, an ancient and profound face, prominent muscles full of strength and beauty, presenting a perfect posture like a god from myth descending to the mortal world.
"It's him, it's him!" Feng Lin shouted in his heart.
He had once seen a shadowy figure in research records, possessing an invincible aura, tearing off the wings of the mutant with wind and thunder wings in an instant and killing him.
Although he hadn't seen the face clearly, he could never forget this figure, and in just a moment he recognized the shadow's identity.
The giant floated in a glass jar, immersed in a pale red liquid, as if sleeping in amniotic fluid, with a face as serene as a child's, suppressing energy inside like a volcano about to erupt—once it emerged, it would surely shake heaven and earth.
"Project God-Making!" Feng Lin exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Frank's words.
"Exactly!" Frank looked at the five-meter-tall giant with fanatical eyes. "Titans are the giant gods in Greek mythology, offspring of Gaia, the Earth Mother. Titan genes remain within us. After we administered that ancient divine medicine to the clones, they unexpectedly awakened the Titan genes. This Titan is the masterpiece of our Giant Pharmaceutical! So what we truly aim to do is to restore the effects of the ancient divine medicine by formulating genetic potions, guiding humans to evolve step by step along the path of Titan mythology, ultimately making humans into real Titans. The so-called Hulk gene is merely a mid-level superhuman gene, not even worth our notice; creating that would only produce soldiers. What we truly want to do is to make gods! Man-made gods!"
As he finished, his voice grew more fervent.
"So that's it!" Feng Lin nodded inwardly, all his doubts now resolved.
At this point, he had finally touched upon the greatest secret of Giant Pharmaceutical.
He hadn't expected their ambition to be so vast, actually wanting to create gods.
He wasn't at all surprised that the ancient divine medicine could awaken Titan genes.
That ancient divine medicine was actually a Hongmeng Creation Pill, a divine medicine from the mythical era that could unlock a person's greatest potential.
After all, the wind and thunder wings were said to be the ability of the great Chinese god Lei Zhenzi, no less than these Titans, and even far surpassing them.
It was just that the experimental subject had been weak for too long and couldn't fully unleash its power.
"Feng Lin, follow me!" After showing Feng Lin the majesty of the Titan man-made god, Frank led him deeper into the space, where they saw another huge glass chamber filled with a crimson liquid, faintly shimmering with a platinum luster, stinking and foul—clearly the blood of some unknown creature.
"Feng Lin, this is the Divine Blood Ritual! The reason I specially recruited you was because I valued your knowledge of mythology and your talent in genetics. To achieve the great goal of creating man-made gods, we must absorb all kinds of talents and convert them into our own. Once you enter, you can transform from a lowly colored bloodline into a noble divine son form. Then you can officially join our great cause of creating gods. With your exceptional talent, you'll surely help us research a crystallized Titan gene drug, awaken your own Titan genes, and evolve your life form step by step toward a true god..." He raised his hands to the sky, his face full of fanaticism.
Feng Lin was secretly alarmed. In Frank's eyes, he saw a hysterical madness.
"What a lunatic!" he thought to himself.
"Feng Lin, go in. Once you transform into a divine son, you'll truly be one of us!" Frank solemnly invited.
Feng Lin walked forward noncommittally, while observing his surroundings.
He was secretly puzzled. Wasn't this supposed to be an ancient ruin?
Why did it look like a tech lab?
Had he guessed wrong? Or had Matsushita the Ghost Man lied to him before? ...
No!
Feng Lin never easily trusted a stranger, let alone a Japanese like Matsushita, who had always had a jackal-like nature!
During this time, he had also probed indirectly, asking others.
Their words confirmed Matsushita's story—that the Earth's core was indeed an ancient ruin.
Had all the secrets been emptied out by Giant Pharmaceutical?
Feng Lin's heart sank. This was really bad news for him.
But as he approached the Divine Blood Ritual, his heart grew heavy. He couldn't wait any longer.
My pure Chinese bloodline—how could I convert it into this white bloodline?
What divine son?
We Chinese are descendants of the Yan and Huang emperors, children of the dragon!
Isn't that a thousand times better than this so-called divine son?
Feng Lin suddenly threw a punch, carrying all his fury and strength, striking fiercely.
This punch was powerful and heavy, filled with an unstoppable momentum, as if to crush everything before him.
Boom!
A dull sound like a giant bell being struck, the entire glass chamber trembled.
Feng Lin was stunned. His surefire blow had been blocked.
The glass of this chamber was made of some unknown material, not fragile at all—even Feng Lin's strength couldn't shatter it, harder than alloy.
Frank and the others were also stunned.
"What are you doing?" Frank snapped back to reality, his eyes suspicious and cold.
Feng Lin turned around, shrugged, and smiled. "Nothing. Just seeing if I could break this glass jar!"
Since things had come to this, he wouldn't bother hiding anymore.
"What? What do you mean?" Frank's eyes narrowed viciously, staring at Feng Lin.
He felt that Feng Lin had suddenly changed, exuding an inexplicable aura, like a once-gentle lamb shedding its sheepskin to reveal a wolf ready to devour.
Feng Lin said calmly, "Nothing much. I just don't want to become an egg person!"
They all understood the metaphor.
"So, you were pretending all along!" Frank's face darkened like a ghost, recalling what Matsushita had said, and growled, "Are you really a spy for the Mars Revolutionary Army?"
"No!" Feng Lin shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't want to get caught up in these conflicts. It's you who won't let me have peace!"
Hearing this, Frank paused. Seeing that Feng Lin didn't seem to be lying, his expression softened slightly, and he asked, "I recruited you. Is this how you repay kindness with enmity?"
"Do you take me for a three-year-old? You recruited me—what were your intentions? From the start, you never had any plan to return to Earth, and you even wanted me to betray my ancestral bloodline and become this damn divine son! Sorry, but I'm not one of those spineless egg people!" Feng Lin sneered coldly, his words sharp, making the egg-person researchers blush with shame.
Feng Lin couldn't be bothered to say more.
Different paths, no common goals!
They were already enemies scheming against each other—why waste words?
Feng Lin activated his Stone Monkey gene, fully unleashing his power. The pressure of his life force formed waves of intimidation, forcing the others to cry out in shock, stumble back, and struggle to breathe.
"Director Frank, for the sake of our time as colleagues, give me the ship's control authority and the secrets of the ancient mythological ruins, and I'll let you leave, sparing you from falling into the hands of the Mars Revolutionary Army and suffering worse than death. If you refuse, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Feng Lin's voice was icy, and alone, he turned the tables, pressuring the entire group.
"You're already an interstellar cultivator! You've been hiding deep!" Frank felt the crushing force of Feng Lin's life force, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, filled with venom. "It seems I've underestimated you! I've brought in a viper! Take him down!"
He suddenly shouted, and the clone soldiers quickly surrounded them.
Frank and Aiko sneered, as if they could already see Feng Lin dying miserably under the clones' attacks.
But the next moment, their eyes widened.
"Bring it on!" Feng Lin laughed loudly, throwing punches in rapid succession.
Heaven-Overturning Hammer Seal!
He went straight for the kill, his punches heavy as mountains pressing down.
The clones were sent flying instantly, their chests caved in, dead on the spot.
"What?" Aiko was furious and shocked. "Shoot him!"
The clone soldiers moved in unison, drawing beam guns and firing.
Scorching rays wove into a net.
Feng Lin stood still, his skin taking on a jade-like luster, blocking all the rays without a scratch.
Bang bang bang!
He flicked his fingers, shooting out invisible air bullets as dense as real bullets. The frail egg-person researchers were riddled like sieves, bleeding profusely, collapsing one after another.
Once he started fighting, Feng Lin showed no mercy, his killing moves ruthless.
A full-blown massacre.