Chapter 39: God-Demon Transformation, Genes, Assassins
In ancient times, the masters of the Yanfu Continent were the Innate God-Demons with their powerful physical bodies.
Most of these God-Demons were born from the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, possessing great power from birth. Upon reaching adulthood, they could summon wind and rain, and carry mountains and chase the moon.
Relying on their innate advantages and physical prowess, these God-Demons ruled the Yanfu Continent for three full epochs.
At that time, humans were as weak as roadside weeds, struggling desperately in the primordial era, relying solely on their tenacious vitality.
Later, among humanity, there were wise individuals who began to consciously imitate the physical bodies of those God-Demons, evolving their own bodies towards the direction of the Innate God-Demons.
This was the rudimentary form of the God-Demon Transformation.
Still later, due to changes in the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, those Innate God-Demons withdrew from the stage of history.
Humans, relying on their extremely strong reproductive capacity, rose rapidly, forming a pattern where humans became the protagonists of the Jambudvīpa World.
Some Great Experts further analyzed the physical bodies of some God-Demons and obtained several Cultivation Methods for refining the physical body, which became the God-Demon Transformation.
As Tang Song wrote down the content of the God-Demon Transformation, Spiritual Radiance flickered in his mind.
He compared the Cultivation Method he found from its root source with the Biotechnology he had learned in modern times.
This Cultivation Method was quite similar to Gene Modification, transforming the Genes of ordinary humans into the Genes of those ancient God-Demons, allowing weak humans to gain Strength comparable to God-Demons.
However, compared to human Genetic Engineering, the Great Experts of the Jambudvīpa World had gone much further, and their methods were even more mystical.
Human Biotechnology starts from the physical body, just like the direction Professor Connors focused on, which was to integrate Gene Fragments of a Lizard into human Genes to gain the Lizard's rapid Regenerative Ability.
This kind of Gene-level change often affects the mind, which is why Professor Connors was influenced by the Lizard Genes later on, causing his mind to deviate. The Lizard's bestiality overwhelmed human rationality.
The Cultivation Method of the God-Demon Transformation, on the other hand, is a higher level of Energy conversion.
Take the Black Dragon Transformation within the God-Demon Transformation as an example. This Cultivation Method first cultivates water-attribute True Qi, and finally cultivates the True Water of Heaven One. When cultivated to the highest level, it's not just about manipulating water flow, but also merging with the power of True Water to transform into a Black Dragon, soaring through clouds and mist, controlling thunder and lightning, bringing forth clouds and rain, summoning wind and waves. Its power is boundless, its Divine Abilities vast, almost indistinguishable from the True Dragons of ancient times.
From the perspective of the final effect, current Biotechnology simply cannot be compared with the God-Demon Transformation. After all, based on the normal Technological Level of the current Marvel World, even after several hundred years, it would be impossible to develop technology that converts Energy into physical entities.
But compared to the God-Demon Transformation, modern Biotechnology is not without its merits.
Compared to the God-Demon Transformation, which requires hundreds of years of cultivation time, once Gene Recombination Technology breaks through, creating a Super Soldier only requires a single Reagent.
"If Gene Recombination Technology can be made controllable, then it could quickly enhance the overall Strength of Lane and the others!"
Tang Song watched a drop of ink fall from the tip of his fountain pen and began to ponder the feasibility of the matter.
As his influence expanded, some of his shortcomings also began to be exposed.
His only truly powerful subordinate was Kane.
Lane's Mutant Ability allowed Tang Song to place him in the position of a major steward.
As for Frank, the title of humanity's strongest combatant is indeed impressive, but lately, Tang Song has encountered nothing but non-human existences.
Moreover, in this modified Marvel World, not only are there endless Superheroes and Supervillains, but also many Mutants and Dark Creatures.
This is like Krillin in the Dragon Ball world, holding the title of humanity's strongest, yet the protagonists and villains are all aliens.
Frank, this human strongest Level 10 Agent, has been quite disheartened during this period.
This is also the reason Tang Song plans to further enhance the Strength of the few people under him.
However, there are not many quick methods in the Jambudvīpa World, and even if there are, the requirements are very strict.
This is also why Tang Song is considering localizing the God-Demon Transformation.
Professor Connors' Gene Recombination research was successful in terms of its experimental objective.
He did perfectly combine human Genes with Lizard Genes, giving himself the ability of limb regeneration.
Furthermore, in terms of Strength, the combat power displayed by Professor Connors after transforming into a Lizard was completely comparable to Spider-Man in his early stages.
However, the bestiality of the Lizard Genes had a significant impact on his mind, causing his bestiality to override his rationality, turning him into a Lizardman.
But if the controllability of the Lizard Genes and the spiritual influence could be resolved, it would be possible to obtain a technology for mass-producing Super Soldiers.
Tang Song held the pen and outlined the key points on the paper.
And it wasn't necessary to use Lizard Genes. If he remembered correctly, there were Titans in this world.
King Kong's Genes, Godzilla's Genes, and King Ghidorah's Genes.
If their Gene Fragments could be combined with humans, the resulting Titan Soldiers would definitely not be inferior to the Dao Soldiers raised by some Great Immortal Sects in the Jambudvīpa World.
Tang Song mused with a wide-open mind. If Titans weren't feasible, there were also the Aesir of Asgard. These "gods" and humans have no Reproductive Isolation. Theoretically, it should be much simpler than Gene Recombination with a Lizard.
Tang Song's pen scribbled on the paper.
Professor Connors' Gene Recombination Technology, Titans, Aesir...
Tang Song circled Professor Connors' name, then wrote Norman Osborn's name next to it.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Song also circled Peter Parker's name and marked Gene Recombination Technology next to it with his fountain pen.
Buzz! A green Grape leaf drifted down onto Tang Song's book page.
Two White Lights flashed, and two Sword Pills transformed into two Sword Shadows that swept forward towards Tang Song.
Clang! A Bullet split into four pieces fell into Tang Song's palm.
Touching the Bullet in his hand, which still carried residual warmth, Tang Song raised his head and looked towards the distant tall building.
His sharp, eagle-like gaze seemed almost within reach, causing the Pompadour, who was looking through the scope, to feel a jolt in his heart.
But he quickly reassured himself that the distance from here to the target location was a full 4.5 kilometers.
How could the target possibly see that far? However, the two White Lights that severed the Bullet still left the Pompadour somewhat dazed.
But as a seasoned killer, the Pompadour understood that now was not the time to dwell on such things.
"If one strike fails, retreat a thousand li." This was an ancient saying from The East that the Pompadour liked the most.
The Pompadour adjusted his breathing and methodically disassembled the Sniper Rifle in his hands.
The barrel, scope, body, and magazine were disassembled one by one and placed in the guitar case next to him.
Just as the Pompadour was about to put the scope into the guitar case last, he inexplicably picked up the scope and took another look at the target.
"Caught you!"
Through the scope, the Pompadour saw the target reveal a chilling white-toothed smile at him.
Clatter!
Understanding Tang Song's lip movements, the Pompadour's hand trembled, and the custom high-precision scope directly hit the edge of the window frame.
The Pompadour didn't even have time to check if the scope was damaged. He shoved it directly into the guitar case, closed the lid, and buckled it shut.
With the guitar case on his back, the Pompadour took a deep breath as he opened the door to the women's restroom. His heartbeat, breathing, and facial expression quickly returned to calmness.
Seeing that no one was around, the Pompadour, carrying the guitar case, quickly walked out of the women's restroom, casually moved the "Maintenance" sign to the side, and quickened his pace towards the nearby stairs.
Pushing open the isolation door to the stairs, the Pompadour walked directly upwards.
Clang, after going up two floors, the Pompadour pushed open the door to the Rooftop.
The empty Rooftop, aside from some equipment and machinery, was deserted. There was no waiting helicopter, no zipline. The Pompadour walked to the edge of the Rooftop, looked at the other building opposite, which was at least forty to fifty meters away, and measured the distance with his thumb.
He took a deep breath, slowly retreated, all the way back to the edge of the Rooftop on the other side of the building.
Tightening the guitar case on his back, the Pompadour began to change his breathing frequency.
Thump, thump, thump, thump... after twenty-odd seconds, the Pompadour's heart rate accelerated, and his face turned red.
He scuffed his leather shoe on the ground and sprinted towards the Rooftop on the other side. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the Rooftop, he forcefully stomped his leather shoe on the Rooftop steps and leaped into the air towards the Rooftop of the other tall building.
His powerful heart's blood supply gave the Pompadour inhuman explosive Strength. He leaped across the distance of over forty meters.
Just as he was about to successfully leap onto the Rooftop of the other tall building, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, with his hands in his pockets, he stood at the edge of the Rooftop, looking at the scenery.
The Pompadour looked at the familiar face of the target, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.
His heart nearly stopped from the shock.
The result of this shock was that he fell half a meter short of the Rooftop distance he had estimated to jump.
This half-meter was undoubtedly the difference between life and death for the Pompadour.
Falling from a height of over a hundred meters, let alone him, even an iron man would be smashed to pieces.
But he was already exhausted at this moment, and there was no point of leverage in mid-air.
The Pompadour's body fell directly downwards. Just as he was desperately grabbing forward with both hands, trying to find a point of leverage, a hand grabbed his wrist.
Tang Song squatted down, holding the Pompadour's wrist, and examined the Sniper who had tried to assassinate him.
"Who sent you? Who is the employer?"
Facing Tang Song's questions, the Pompadour showed no fear of death. Instead, he reached for the Handgun behind his waist with his other hand.
Tang Song flicked his wrist lightly, and the Pompadour's hundred-plus jin body was sent swinging in a hundred and eighty degree arc like a pendulum.
The Handgun he had only half-pulled out fell directly from the height.
"A Transcendent!"
The Pompadour felt his body trembling and the Strength that a normal Human could not possibly possess possessed by the target. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
The target of the Mission given by the Loom this time was a Transcendent. He should have been more prepared.
The Pompadour secretly cursed in his heart. He did not fear death; what he worried about was failing to complete the Loom's Death List.
Tang Song watched the changes in the Pompadour's facial expression. He didn't sense fear from the Pompadour.
Someone not afraid of death?
"Look up!"
Tang Song's voice reached the Pompadour's ears. He instinctively raised his head. The moment he saw Tang Song's eyes, a wave of drowsiness immediately washed over him.
"Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Having obtained the information he wanted, Tang Song casually released his grip, letting the Pompadour fall from the height.
The Brotherhood of Assassins, an ancient assassin organization with a long heritage, is a group of assassins with faith, believing in the Goddess of Destiny. It is said that the Holy Relic of the Goddess of Destiny, the Loom, is enshrined within the organization.
Every so often, this Loom weaves a person's name. In the understanding of these assassins, this person will endanger world security in the future.
Therefore, these assassins will directly kill the person according to the list provided by the Holy Relic.
"Sloan!"
Tang Song muttered the name, stood up, and stepped away from the Rooftop railing.
At this moment, a noisy commotion erupted downstairs.
...
In an old textile company factory building, a black elder leaned his hands on the railing, looking down at everything in the factory.
Butchers were slaughtering and cutting Pork, holding sharp butcher knives in their hands, deboning and chopping meat decisively and cleanly.
Pieces of Pork were neatly cut and hung on iron hooks nearby.
The butcher was fast at slaughtering pigs and cutting meat; he was equally fast at killing people. His close combat ability and knife skills could rank among the top three in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins.
In the shooting range, a middle-aged man wearing a cowboy hat held two Handguns and was training several novice Gunmen.
Firing with both hands, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, the speed of the moving targets opposite was set to maximum. The middle-aged man emptied the magazines of both guns in one go.
When the moving targets stopped, on the humanoid targets, there were only two areas with dense Bullet holes, like a beehive: one was the head, and the other was the left chest.
His marksmanship was fast and accurate. The novices beside him all looked at the middle-aged man with admiration.
However, the black elder on the second floor sighed.
He knew deeply what truly powerful marksmanship was like in the entire Brotherhood of Assassins. Unfortunately, the person with that kind of marksmanship had betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins.
Sloan raised his head, looking at the Secret Room where the Holy Loom was stored. His gaze held confusion, unwillingness, and greed.
Just then, his Mobile Phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the Phone Number, Sloan took the Mobile Phone and walked into his room.
"Your man is dead!"
The deep voice coming from the Mobile Phone made Sloan's expression stiffen.
"That was my most skilled Gunman?!" Sloan's words carried questioning and disbelief.
"Hehe! Your most skilled Gunman? Just now, he was thrown from the Rooftop by someone and is already a pulp. Do you want me to send you Photos?!"
Sloan was silent for a moment, veins bulging on the hand holding the Phone.
"I will return the money to you, Kingpin!"
"Return the money? I'm not short of money. What I want is for you to complete the Mission, Sloan. We are old friends. Are you scared? This isn't like your style. When has the famous Brotherhood of Assassins ever been afraid?"
Listening to Kingpin's mockery on the Phone, Sloan's eyes flashed with ferocity.
"I will return the Deposit to your Account. Our Brotherhood of Assassins will not interfere in this matter again. I think your High Table is not short of assassins!"
Without waiting for Kingpin to speak further, Sloan directly hung up the Mobile Phone.
Holding the Mobile Phone, Sloan's face was filled with anger. Ever since Cross betrayed the Brotherhood of Assassins, the Pompadour was one of his top assassins.
He was also one of the only two Gunmen under him who could compete with Cross. He didn't expect him to be killed on a simple Mission.
Now, the only one he could use was Fox.
Thinking of Cross, who had been opposing him everywhere after betraying the Brotherhood of Assassins, Sloan felt a headache.
Just then, the roar of a sports car sounded. Sloan walked out of the room and looked towards the factory entrance.
A flashy red Ferrari sports car drove into the factory area and parked to the side.
(End of Chapter)