Twisted Dreams

Huaqi, God Creation Group Headquarters Building, Laboratory.

Jin wore a white lab coat, dissecting the body of a Huaqi Extraordinary on the experiment table.

The Extraordinary was not dead yet, lying on the experiment table, face filled with terror.

Jin operated the instruments, as a needle of green liquid was injected into the man’s body.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion erupted, destroying all surrounding instruments and reagents.

The white walls, composition unknown, remained undamaged after the blast.

Jin’s face turned dark and severe:

"Humans simply cannot bear my technology!

Damn it, is there no material left in the warehouse?!"

The assistant swallowed hard:

"There is none."

Jin’s emotions became increasingly unstable, causing those around him to start fearing him.

It was said that recently, Evolvers and Extraordinaries kept disappearing from the headquarters building.

There was a rumor that Jin was responsible.

Due to this possibly unfounded rumor, countless employees had already resigned.

Jin gritted his teeth, finally collapsing onto a chair, muttering:

"Not enough, not enough, I need more material.

This world’s development... is just too fast."

Evolvers were originally products that surpassed the times, yet Extraordinaries suddenly appeared.

Jin spent a hundred years and vast sums of money to create Evolvers.

And now?

With the arrival of the Spiritual Energy Revival, any ordinary Extraordinary could rival an Evolver.

This was a humiliation for Jin, as well as a helpless situation.

Imagine being born in the sixties, dedicating your life’s work to perfecting pagers, spending your fortune to develop the best pager.

At last, you succeeded, creating a pager that was instant in delivery, capable of sending long messages, and intelligently marking the nearest landline.

But then, the era of smartphones arrived.

Pagers were swept away by the tides of history, making your life’s work seem like a joke.

Jin faced this kind of pathetic awkwardness.

"No, I can’t just give up!"

Jin’s eyes were filled with determination, and he said to the assistant:

"I need money, a hundred billion US Dollars immediately, I need to complete this month’s experiment first."

The assistant’s lips moved for a moment, then he shook his head:

"We don’t have that kind of money."

Jin paused, then erupted in anger:

"No money? How can I not have money?!

I’m only asking for a month’s worth, and I need even more for my future experiments!"

The assistant didn’t know how to respond, finally deciding to reveal the company’s situation:

"The God Creation Group’s situation is not optimistic.

The hostility from Xia Country and East Sakura makes it difficult for God Creation Group’s operations in Asia.

And the Seven Commandments Association, for reasons unknown, is also launching attacks on the God Creation Group."

The attack mentioned here was not in war, but on the business battlefield.

Throughout history, battles in the unseen commercial arenas were equally thrilling.

Only, people preferred to watch more blood-pumping things and neglected this part.

Among the believers of the Seven Commandments Association were many wealthy individuals, and alone, any one of them was no match for God Creation Group.

But led by the Seven Commandments Association, the massive group of wealthy individuals banded together into a formidable consortium.

Why did Ma Tao have no money to bid for the Complete Guide to Undead Magic at the auction?

All because the real funds of the Seven Commandments Association were being used by the Fallen Angel to devour the God Creation Group.

The assistant glanced at Jin, whose face was doom-laden, and continued:

"Some of our national special-effect drugs are being replaced by elixirs crafted by Extraordinaries.

And those elixirs come from Xia Country, from the Xia Country Security Administration.

Last time we offended the Security Administration badly, and this is their retaliation."

Jin sighed helplessly, eyes full of regret.

Failure is inevitable; success is the exception.

Behind a single success, there lie hundreds of thousands of failed experiments.

Scientists strive to find the impossible amidst countless failures.

Jin couldn’t even produce funds for a single experiment, so how could he continue?

Is the God Creation Project going to end like this?

"No!"

Jin narrowed his eyes:

"I cannot give up!"

Jin made a firm decision and said with raised head:

"Activate the Salvation Base."

The assistant was startled, quickly asking:

"What did you say?"

Jin said solemnly:

"Activate the Salvation Base."

The assistant heard something extremely unbelievable, his pupils contracted and his breathing hastened.

He knew what the Salvation Base represented.

The assistant asked:

"You’re finally going to search for the Lost City?!"

Jin nodded seriously:

"I must find the Lost City.

Only by finding the Lost City can I obtain countless materials, complete materials!"

...

A kilometer beneath the God Creation Group, there was a gigantic laboratory.

Inside the lab, countless machines operated, innumerable tubes connecting to fine metal thin tubes.

From a macro perspective, those metal thin tubes looked very much like brain patterns.

Jin walked into the laboratory, heading towards the central circular experiment table.

The brain-pattern-like densely packed metal thin tubes connected to an object.

On closer inspection, that object was a head, a massive misshaped head modified by metal.

After creating the God Creation Group, Tie Lin would always provide some Celestial Race body tissues.

But Tie Lin would never provide a complete Celestial Race body, not even a complete leg, arm, finger, or nail.

He only provided small, fragmented body tissues of the Celestial Race.

It was with those body tissues that Jin pieced together a complete head, a Celestial Race head.

Beside the Celestial Race head, Jin picked up a circular helmet and placed it on his head.

The circular helmet was connected to the Celestial Race head.

Jin glanced at the assistant and nodded.

The assistant took a deep breath, his fingers trembling on the button.

He knew that pressing this button would allow Jin to discover the Lost City through the Celestial Race’s head, unveiling the secret buried for countless ages.

The God Creation Group could change the world!

Of course, it all depended on Jin succeeding, rather than dying on the experiment table.

The assistant made up his mind and pressed the button.

Jin started convulsing wildly, his face twisted in agony, clearly suffering immense terror!

Gold blood began to seep from Jin’s nose, ears, and eyes.

Despite everything, the desire forced him to persevere!

Just when Jin was about to break down, feeling himself on the verge of death, his immense spiritual power and soul power came into play.

In the void, his terrifying spiritual power pierced through space...

A smile appeared on Jin’s lips, even though stained with blood, it appeared terrifying.

He knew he had succeeded!

Jin’s vision arrived at a pitch-black place, suffused with eerie black fog and a terrifying oppression.

Could this be the Lost City?

Where exactly were the coordinates?

Jin spread his spiritual power, beginning to explore this world.

At that moment, a voice echoed in the space.

"Who are you?"

The voice was evil; even though he didn’t know who the owner of the voice was, Jin knew it belonged to someone extremely dark.