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Chapter 387: Remiller
Chapter 387: Remiller
The night was as bright as day under the illumination of the streetlights, made gentle and non-glaring by optical technology.
Outside the hotel.
Remiller took the offered coat and casually draped it over her shoulders.
"No need to see me off."
"Take care." Karl nodded, "I appreciate your help with that matter."
"It was nothing." Remiller smiled faintly and waved at the approaching taxi, asking casually, "We've known each other for so long, and this is just a small favor. I didn't realize you'd be so interested in genetics."
"Heh..." Karl laughed, "I wanted an answer, but the person who knew wasn't willing to tell me. I had no choice but to find out myself."
"An answer?" Remiller's gaze turned pensive.
"Sometimes, it's better not to know."
"..."
The taxi came to a stop.
The 'Dark Wizard' Abbott, dressed in a rental company uniform, quickly stepped out and opened the door with eagerness.
"Your Highness, please get in."
"Hmm."
Remiller nodded, sidestepped, and gracefully entered the back seat. She waved goodbye to Karl through the lowered window.
"Where to, Miss?"
"The Inner Borough, Mu Street, number twelve."
The Inner Borough? Abbott's eyes flickered.
With the advancement of technology, productivity had surged, and the society had become one where starvation was rarely seen.
But this didn't mean there were no slums.
The Inner Borough was the equivalent of Fast City's slum, a place where the lowest social class resided.
Chaos, filth, and crime...
All converged here.
Under Abbott's control, the taxi became a ghost, silently gliding forward.
He hadn't made a move against Karl.
Simply because Karl's companion resembled that person, and Abbott didn't dare to act rashly.
To commit such an act in front of 'that person' would be a desecration, even if it was just a resemblance.
It was a crime! Instead, he disguised himself as a taxi driver to try and make contact.
Driving carefully, Abbott glanced at Remiller resting with her eyes closed through the rearview mirror, and once again marveled at the uncanny resemblance.
"Miss."
After a moment's thought, he slowly spoke, "With your appearance, you could easily leave the Inner Borough. You deserve a better living environment."
"..." Remiller opened her eyes, her gaze clear and transparent, like her own self, "Just drive, and don't talk too much."
"Yes, ma'am."
Abbott subconsciously responded.
Suddenly, his heart raced, and he was about to give in to his indignation. After all, he was a Tier Three powerhouse and a local administrator in the Temple of the Gods, yet he was afraid of a young girl.
His fingers twitched, but he ultimately suppressed his anger. The resemblance was just too uncanny.
So much so that he couldn't bring himself to act.
"..."
The taxi came to a stop in front of an orphanage.
Abbott got out and opened the door, bowing as he gestured for Remiller to exit. Several children approached, jumping and giggling.
"Auntie Louis!"
"Teacher!"
"..."
"Be good." Remiller smiled and took out several exquisitely wrapped candies from her pocket, distributing them, "Have you been well-behaved today? Did you finish your homework?"
"We've been good!"
"We did it all!"
The children laughed and took the candies, surrounding Remiller as they made their way back to the orphanage.
This scene left Abbott slightly stunned.
'Pure angels transformed into infants, surrounding the angel, reporting everything that happened in the mortal realm.'
"Miss Louis!"
Abbott's heart clenched, as if making a decision, he stepped forward, "Your kindness moves me. I'd like to sponsor the construction of an orphanage in a prosperous district, providing these children with a better life."
Remiller stopped.
She ruffled the heads of the children beside her and sent them back to rest before turning to Abbott.
"Abbott, I recall your daughter is a normal human, right?"
Abbott's head shot up, his body trembled, and a wave of warmth surged through his heart, welling up in his eyes.
"Oh, Lord..."
His lips quivered, tears streaming down his face as he slowly knelt, his voice choked, "Oh, great Lord!"
He had never mentioned his name, so it wasn't a resemblance—he was the real deal!
"You've captured a man named Barrow, haven't you?
"Remiller spoke up, "Let him go."
"Yes, ma'am," came the muted response from the 'Dark Wizard' Abbott.
"I shall obey the will of the God," he added in a low voice.
Remiller waved her hand and said, "Every child, rich or poor, deserves to be cherished and should not be treated differently because of their status."
"I like it here, and I have no plans to move," she stated.
"Yes, ma'am," Abbott replied, not daring to question her words. In his mind, everything the God did was right.
"Oh, God!" he exclaimed.
"May I have the honor of an audience with you in the future?" he asked.
"If I wish to see you, you will naturally be able to see me," Remiller said in a calm tone as she slowly walked towards the orphanage.
"God!" Abbott called out.
The Dark Wizard looked up and asked again, "What about Professor Karl..."
Remiller's footsteps paused, and her voice carried a different emotion, "He's a friend of mine."
"A friend I've known for many years," she added.
Many years? Abbott's eyes glazed over with a faraway look. He had known of the existence of the God since his earliest memories, a very ancient deity.
So...
Was Professor Karl also such an ancient being?
"Is it necessary?" Abbott asked.
"No," Remiller said, understanding his servant's thoughts. "Don't approach him."
"Yes, ma'am," Abbott replied, lowering his head.
Barrow was immersed in a large glass container, his body enveloped in a pale green liquid.
His mouth was stretched open by an expander, and a tube snaked down his throat into his stomach.
Tubes were inserted into his abdomen, back, wrists, and chest, through which his blood flowed.
His limbs and abdomen were covered in gashes, with flesh and muscles turned inside out, revealing raw, living flesh.
The torment he had endured over this period had left him in a state where he was neither fully human nor ghostly. Countless times, he had contemplated ending it all.
Unfortunately,
In this place, even if he wanted to die, he couldn't.
The liquid enveloping his body had a numbing effect on his nerves while providing his flesh with a constant supply of nutrients.
"The subject's form can switch between various states, and it usually manifests in a human form," Professor Jim explained as he stood before a display screen filled with experimental data.
"When enraged or agitated, the cells in its body undergo changes, and its organs also respond accordingly," he continued.
"Its ears can hear sounds beyond the range of normal humans, and its nose can detect scents that others cannot..."
"We've made initial progress in animal testing..."
Professor Jim's expression turned grim as he studied the experimental data.
The progress of the experiment was far from ideal.
Thankfully,
There was progress!
"Swish!"
A figure appeared out of thin air in the laboratory and, with a wave of their hand, extracted Barrow from the glass container.
Simultaneously, they raised their staff, casting a Tier 2 spell—Healing!
A gentle light descended upon Barrow, merging into his flesh and transforming into a gentle stream of nourishment that healed his injured organs and flesh.
"Mr. Abbott," Professor Jim exclaimed, his face contorting in shock.
"What are you doing?"
"It's over," the Dark Wizard Abbott replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If you wish to continue the experiment, I can provide support, but this person must be returned."
"That's impossible!" Jim exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency. "Without Barrow, my experiment cannot proceed."
"Then there's nothing to be done," Abbott shook his head. "He's entangled in too many complications to remain here. You'll have to figure it out yourself, Professor."
Without giving Jim a chance to respond, Abbott waved his hand, summoning a painting that engulfed Barrow and whisked him away.
With a flash, he vanished.
Staring at the now-empty laboratory, Jim's body trembled, his eyes filled with unwillingness, and he eventually let out a roar of anger.
"Argh!"
The experiment was his life's work.
The results from Barrow's body were the culmination of his lifelong pursuit, and he would never give up on them.
(End of Chapter)
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