Chapter 456 - 372: A Brand New Human Group — Superhuman
"In this era where Evil Spirits run rampant and the world order is in turmoil,
those biopharmaceutical companies, like a band of mad pioneers driven by greed and ambition,
dove headfirst into the deep exploration and research of brand-new substances that emerged after the Evil Spirit invasion.
Like Adventurers stubbornly fumbling through a dark, endless abyss, they refused to let go of even the slightest clue.
With a fanaticism bordering on paranoia,
they used all sorts of complex, cutting-edge scientific methods
to exhaustively extract all kinds of bizarre and peculiar components from those new substances full of mystery and the unknown.
Then, with the desperate resolve of a gambler going all-in,
they cautiously yet audaciously injected these extracts into human bodies.
This was undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble, a frantic dance on the edge of life and death in a close embrace with the Death God.
Its brutal death rate was shockingly over ninety-nine percent.
During this cold and heartless experimental process, countless vibrant lives
were easily crushed like fragile ants,
leaving behind only a string of heartbreaking tragedies and a lingering miasma of grief and despair.
However, these pharmaceutical companies did not retreat in the face of this terrifyingly high death rate.
They struggled tenaciously amidst the ruins of failure and the lessons learned through blood and tears,
continuing to search for that one possible glimmer of hope.
Soon after, they changed their strategy.
Like shrewd hunters selecting their prey,
they began meticulously screening individuals with a foundation in Martial Arts to participate in these utterly cruel biological experiments.
They knew full well
that this approach might reveal a slightly brighter path out of this labyrinthine predicament,
even if it was only the faintest sliver of light.
They solemnly promised the participants that,
should they unfortunately face death, disability, or any other accident,
the pharmaceutical company would provide a compensation package so large it could change a family’s destiny.
Behind these seemingly irresistible conditions,
lay immense risk and desperate struggle.
And so, many people who were suffocating under the weight of life’s hardships, from impoverished families in desperate need of money,
faced with the instinct to survive and the allure of hope,
had no choice but to grit their teeth and volunteer.
The gears of fate turned slowly with each one of these experiments, full of danger and the unknown.
Finally, through this baptism of blood and tears, a brand-new group of humans was born—the Superhumans.
These Superhumans,
they may not have the baffling, ghostly, and indefensible abilities of the strange Evil Spirits,
but their fundamental physical attributes underwent a qualitative leap, like a phoenix’s Nirvana.
Their physical defenses were like fortresses forged from the hardest steel, indestructible.
Their strength was like a surging, boundless tide, capable of destroying any obstacle.
Their speed was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, gone in a flash.
Moreover, for Superhumans created through this special method,
once they successfully transformed, the risks they faced were far, far lower
compared to those who fused with Evil Spirit Power.
As time went on,
these biopharmaceutical companies in the Lighthouse Empire, through a long process of accumulating experience,
continuously improved the techniques and methods for creating Superhumans,
and the success rate began to climb steadily higher, like a sapling thriving in spring.
The Lighthouse Empire even once harbored a plan so grand it bordered on arrogant:
when the success rate for creating Superhumans rose to around seventy to eighty percent,
they would begin mass production on a grand scale, like activating a war machine.
They intended to use this to build a Defense Team so powerful it would be invincible, capable of sweeping across the world,
thereby solidifying the Lighthouse Empire’s dominance in this turbulent and perilous world."
Xiao Cangqing shrugged slightly.
With a look of helpless resignation, he said slowly, "As for the specific details,
what I know is only scratching the surface.
But regardless, these Superhumans absolutely cannot be underestimated."
"Are they only found in the Lighthouse Empire?"
Ye Lingyun frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.
"As far as I know,
many other Western empires are also investing massive amounts of manpower, resources, and capital into related research,
and quite a few of them have already made some progress.
However, the one with the most experience and the most refined technology in this field is, without a doubt, the Lighthouse Empire."
Xiao Cangqing answered truthfully.
Suddenly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning,
he abruptly remembered something extremely important.
His expression instantly grew tense. "Have you reported the situation here to Mr. Chu or not?
If Mr. Chu doesn’t come soon, the Werewolf Clan will be ready.
At that point, we’ll be trapped and surrounded.
I already mentioned this to you before. The Vampire Clan is loaded; we’re not short on cash.
We could have easily spent a fortune to hire reinforcements, like those Superhumans.
But you refused."
Hearing this, Ye Lingyun’s face instantly turned as cold as frost.
A biting chill radiated from her like a surging tide,
as if the surrounding air had instantly frozen over,
and even time itself seemed to stand still in that moment.