Super God Gene

“There was a problem with the body when condensing the genetic armor, a medicine that needed to be heated.” Hanson said casually.

The Kate answered and then stopped paying attention to what was in the pressure cooker.

The three of them packed their things and went to the shower, but Hanson looked at them with interest.

The Kates are not a hard race to live with, and Hansen's observation over time suggests that the Kates are far better than humans, but they are merely superior in their physical qualities. Their intelligence is not superior to humans, and their achievements in some areas of research are not superior to, or even worse than, humans.

For example, in terms of fighting skills, the Kates Hanson came into contact with, it was purely technical, not better than humans.

Of course, Hanson hasn't seen a real nobleman fight yet, and maybe they have some special and powerful skills.

Hanson stayed in the dorm and the other three Kate roommates had strange pronunciations. Hanson called them Ryu, Soto, and Kun.

They don't mean much to Hanson, but they don't have much enthusiasm, so they're just regular roommates.

Hanson was not in a hurry to see the scene in the pressure cooker. He waited until the next morning to wake up. After Ryu and the three of them went out, Hanson stopped the pressure cooker and looked at the situation after exhaling.

As soon as the pan opened, a bloody smell came out, and Hanson thought it was so hard that it was unlikely that he would be able to stew out the results.

But now when he opened it, he was surprised, the whole pot of water turned into a purple red color, and there was a strong bloody smell, and there were hot bubbles in it, like boiling blood.

But Hanson knew it was impossible. After the blood was boiled, it should clot.

I caught it in there with a spoon, and the bone disappeared and didn't even leave any scum behind, which surprised Hanson very much.

It's just a regular pressure cooker and water, and it really boils the bones, and it doesn't even seem to have any residue left to cook, completely blended into the water.

Smell that stinking bloody smell, Hanson. I doubt it. Is this really edible?

However, since it is something recognized by the shelter rules, Hanson intends to try it first, pour it out with a spoon and sip it in his mouth.

Hanson frowned slightly, and the taste was really bad, and he had the feeling that he was drinking heated blood.

Fortunately, Hansen was used to boiling hair and drinking blood before, and he didn't eat any raw meat in the shelter. How could he be so afraid of the smell of blood?

“Eat Baron Fae, Baron Gene +0. ”

A familiar voice sounded in my mind again, Hanson's heart slightly rejoiced, and it was useful to eat this food. As for not adding heterogeneous genes, obviously because the quantity was too small to reach the level of qualitative alteration.

Hanson held up the pressure cooker directly, like a cow, and poured the bloody soup into his stomach with a big mouth.

A stream of heat fluctuates in the abdomen, spreading across the body, allowing Hanson to feel the body's blood warm up rapidly and the flow rate changes rapidly.

As the blood warmed up, the whole body warmed up, giving Hanson the feeling of steaming sauna, the skin became flushed and silk gas continued to gush out.

Hanson was about to finish all that soup, and he still didn't hear a hint of a genetic increase, not even a single gene increase.

“Is it not enough to add a little bit of gene because the bones are too small?” Hanson had a little depression in his heart, and he filled the last few bites as well.

“Eat Baron Fae Gene, Baron Gene +1. ”

When Hansen had finished his last sip of soup, he finally heard a long disobedience, and his genes finally began to increase. Although it was just a little bit of a baron gene, it was a very good start for Hansen.

It took more than an hour for the body to gradually dissipate and the temperature slowly returned to normal, and Hanson felt that his body strength seemed to be strong.

However, the spell armor did not grow together, leaving Hanson slightly unexpected.

Heterogeneity only strengthens Hansen's body and does not make the spell Armor stronger, I don't know why.

Hansen was delighted when Quinn returned to the dormitory and told Hansen to go out and assemble. They accepted the assignment and set out to hunt the Fae.

Hanson followed Kun out to assemble. He and Kun, Lung belonged to a team of 10 people, managed by a team leader.

Throughout the square of the base, more than twenty teams gathered under the command of a large captain, all aboard a spaceship and then took off.

Hanson knew that Hardman had used him as an ordinary cannon grey soldier, and he was already mentally prepared, and he didn't really care, but rather had some expectations.

Hardman treats him like an ordinary soldier, but his contract is not the same as an ordinary soldier, who only receives salaries and bonuses, while Hanson, if he really kills a Fae, can split the loot, and he himself has a good contract salary.

Hanson didn't see those aristocratic members, they shouldn't be with the average soldier.

“Where are we going?” Hanson whispered to the Sorcerer beside him.

Sao shrugged his shoulder and said: "We are just soldiers. We don't know where to go. Anyway, it's the same everywhere, we have to work hard. ”

“If it's so dangerous, why are you still in the hunting army as a soldier?” Hanson asked somewhat puzzled.

'Cause there's enough money here. ”Soto said, taking a wallet out of his pocket and opening it for Hanson, he saw a photograph in it, a mature pretty Kate, holding a little Kate girl, both women laughing happily.

But the little girl had no hair, no hair on her cat's ears, and she looked bald and a little weird.

“My daughter has a genetic problem, she needs a lot of money to pay for her medical bills, and she needs expensive genetic fluids to support her life every day, so I have to come here.” Sawman said calmly.

Hanson was silent and didn't say anything. He wasn't a comfort man and didn't know what to say to make Sex feel better.

“I'm not telling you this to sympathize with me, I'm telling you to be careful, if you're in danger, neither me nor anyone here will risk saving you.” The soothsayer retrieved his wallet and blushed.

“You're a good man.” Hanson looked at Soto and said, knowing that he was saying this, he was reminding himself to be careful.