Super God Gene

Hanson also wanted to know what his body was like right now, so he bit his finger straight off and dripped a drop of his blood onto the dial of the clock of day.

Hanson thought he would see the same image as he did when he tested the baby, but soon he realized something was wrong.

The drop of blood that he dripped on the dial, like a small, bloody tadpole, flowed on the dial, but was never absorbed by the dial.

The gene tablet didn't say anything, but the clock of heaven was glowing and the pointer spinning, seemingly trying to forcibly absorb Hanson's drop of blood.

But that drop of blood is quite stubborn, and it always stays crystal clear and alive, flowing around on the dial, letting the forces above the clock of heaven permeate, and remains motionless.

“Genetic tablet, what's the situation now?” Hanson couldn't help but ask when the drop of blood was too late to be absorbed by the clock of heaven.

The clock suddenly stopped at this time, and the sound of the gene tablet rang in Hansen's head: “Your gene is really a little strange. With the power of the clock in heaven, you can't decompose and absorb it. It seems you can only go back to testing the gene tablet. ”

The clock of heaven moved again, distorting space-time and opening a gateway to space-time to the gene tablet.

Watching the clock of heaven fly in, Hansen rushed up and through the gates of time and space, and Hansen came to the gene tablet again.

The clock of day flew directly to the gene tablet and dripped that drop of blood from the dial onto the base of the gene tablet.

The glow gleams over the gene tablet, as if there were countless spells and symbols flowing, especially where that drop of blood is, wrapped up in all kinds of flowing lights, like a small round of sun.

Hanson watched silently beside him, waiting for the final result.

But the gene tablet was always running, but it never showed up, which was completely different from the first time he came to the gene tablet test, which forced Hanson to speculate: "No way? Can't even a genetic tablet test my genetic condition? ”

Hanson waited half an hour in front of the gene tablet, where the gene tablet was still running wildly, spinning through the body lights, lighting up the snow around it, like an overloaded instrument.

“Weird… Weird…” The genetic tablet spirit in the clock of day makes a surprising sound.

“What's happening now?” Hanson asked hastily.

“It's strange," said the genetic tablet, "that if I hadn't seen this drop of blood coming from you myself, I couldn't believe it would have been a drop of biological blood. ”

“What do you mean?” Hanson asked puzzled.

The sound of the genetic tablet strangely said: “Rather than a drop of blood, it is a drop of water or a stone... no... even water and stone have their structure... your drop of blood is like the most primitive molecule, as if it is the most basic and primitive existence, there is no way to break it down, analyze it...”

“How is that possible?” Hanson is also listening to some beams.

“I also know this is not possible, but the results of the genetic tablet analysis do. You give me another drop of blood, I'm gonna retest it.” The genetic tablet says with some impatience.

Hanson was also not stingy, and the situation was beyond his imagination, and he wanted an outcome.

This time, Hanson bit his finger off and dropped blood on the gene tablet. He feared not enough drops and deliberately added a few more drops of blood to it.

“You step back, I'm going to start analyzing your genes.” The genetic tablet says.

Hanson took a few steps backwards and suddenly saw an unusual rise in colour on the gene tablet, with various light characters flowing on the gene tablet, like a fully functioning instrument.

Hanson dripped a few drops of blood on it, just like the first one, quietly adhered to the stone walls of the genetic tablet, but never meant to penetrate the tablet.

No matter how the light on the gene tablet flows and erodes, the blood remains crystal clear, undiluted and rock-like.

The light on the gene tablet is spreading faster and faster. The whole gene tablet is bright and amplified, giving people the feeling that it will explode at any moment. Hanson has to step back for another distance. He is really afraid that the gene tablet will actually explode.

Over time, minute by second, the gene tablet has never been able to refine Hanson's blood.

“Genetic tablet, how's it going?” Hanson knew it had not yet come to fruition, but he couldn't help but ask.

“Still trying to parse, for now, the results are the same as the previous results, your blood is like the most basic structure, with no possibility of continued decomposition…” replied the gene tablet.

“That's impossible!” Hanson frowned.

“Of course I know it's impossible, if this analysis is successful, then it's just a possibility that you're a more idiotic person than a single-cell creature, not to mention an independent mind, not even qualified to eat shit...” The metaphor of the gene tablet makes Hanson speechless.

“So, you see, what kind of situation am I in?” Hanson asked carefully.

The genetic tablet shrugged and said, “I've never encountered this before, and speculatively, there are two possibilities. ”

“Which two possibilities?” Hanson asked hastily.

“One possibility is that your body structure is beyond my ability to identify, making it impossible for me to parse it.” The genetic tablet says.

“If so, has my body evolved to a very advanced level?” Hansen was delighted.

“Theoretically, even if you do take that step, even though there are no more matchable samples and patterns in my gene bank, simple analysis can still be done.” The genetic tablet says.

“So what am I doing now?” The more Hanson listens, the more confused he gets.

After a moment of silence, the sound of the genetic tablet sounds again: "Unless you have evolved far beyond my abilities and cognitive reach, this is likely to happen, but it is very unlikely. ”

“So what's your second possibility?” Nor does Hanson believe that he has evolved to such an extent that the genetic tablet is incomprehensible.

If that were the case, how could his body have been so weak that it would have been invincible to destroy the universe between hands and feet?

The gene tablet was silenced for a longer time, and it took a long time to say: "There is also the possibility that you have embarked on a completely new evolutionary path, a completely new evolutionary model, different from all previous known experiences, which is the only way I can not analyze your genetic structure. ”

“Is it possible?” Han Sen shrugged, then asked.

“I don't know, but for now, this is the most likely assumption.” The genetic tablet speaks seriously.