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Gafiel looked up at him, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. "For the great dream of Human Super Evolution, nothing is too much to sacrifice!"
"You are the greatest achievement of this plan; why do you not feel honored?"
His tone was filled with frustration, as if he were a father lecturing a child, showing no sign of remorse.
This was the path Gafiel had chosen. For him, the greatest pursuit in life, perhaps the only pursuit, was to realize this grand goal.
"Enough! I don't want to hear any more of this!" Leslie interrupted angrily, pointing at the rows of cylindrical containers behind the large door. "Then tell me, how can you watch them die so calmly? Don't you feel even a shred of guilt?"
"They look exactly like me; even their life and mental waves are indistinguishable—how can you pretend that nothing has happened while interacting with me?"
"They are not human; they are merely artificial beings created from experimental materials, existing solely for this experiment."
Boom!
Leslie's fist smashed into the wall, shattering it. He couldn't believe that the other person could say such cold words.
To think he regarded his Clone Body as mere experimental White Mice, something to be slaughtered like livestock—murder was not called murder but rather an experiment. What kind of twisted logic was this?
Having undergone cultivation in such a cold cylinder, he had been treated entirely as disposable experimental material.
This revelation completely shattered his sense of belonging and admiration for the academy!
Leslie felt his blood boiling, his head throbbing as if it would explode. The crimson aura surrounding him surged several times over, sharp weapons manifesting on his limbs.
"Calm down, Leslie. I know you find this repulsive, but everything is for the future of humanity; you should consider the bigger picture!" Gafiel had no choice but to step back repeatedly, raising his voice in an attempt to persuade him.
Originally, this plan would have remained hidden from him; otherwise, they wouldn't have frequently sent him on missions to other Empires or tempted him away with intelligence.
But now, he had somehow learned the details of the experiment and was engulfed in endless rage.
“Ha ha, what a Consider the Bigger Picture! I'm going to do it! Today, I will tear this place down and completely destroy this experiment!”
Leslie laughed maniacally, recklessly charging into countless cylinders. The crimson light surged, as if he had transformed into a tornado, shattering the cylinders along with the human bodies inside!
“If they cannot have a real life, then they shouldn’t have to suffer this torment!”
“You're insane! Do you have any idea how much these Experimental Subjects cost? How can you destroy them like this?” Gafiel shouted angrily.
However, Leslie paid no heed to his shouts and continued to wreak havoc on everything inside.
Ding ding ding!
A piercing alarm sounded, signaling the highest threat level in the entire Central Laboratory, startling the thousands of busy researchers present.
The defense forces were alerted, and a group of monkey-like Totem Beasts rushed in, pouncing toward Leslie.
These were Special Totems cultivated by the Academy Special Beast, serving as the laboratory's defense force capable of combating Third-Level Spirit Masters.
But it was futile; under Leslie's furious assault, these Totem Beasts were torn apart one by one, like rag dolls with no resistance!
“Stop it! Leslie, do you still want Bella!”
With no way to control him in time, Gafiel decisively played his strongest card—his opponent's greatest weakness.
Suddenly!
Leslie halted his movements, standing over the bodies of the fallen Totem Beasts, striding forward with a fierce demeanor. His voice was low and cold: “If you dare harm her, I will destroy everything here even if it costs me my life!”
“Don’t worry. As long as you cooperate, Bella will be in no danger. Right now, she’s in the main hall. Come with me.” Gafiel grinned widely.
Although he was also a Tier Three Expert, his primary focus was on research, and he found himself completely unable to contend with Leslie after the Ultimate Evolution.
As the one who had nurtured Leslie, and with the Totem Armament enhancing the strength of the Evolved Warrior, he deeply understood the gap in combat power between them.
Hundreds of Guardian Totems crowded the passage, but Gafiel used his authority to command them to clear a path, allowing the two to pass through.
The entire Central Laboratory had descended into chaos; the earlier terrifying fluctuations made everyone present realize that a Tier Three Expert was engaged in battle, and it was happening at the lowest level!
The short and stout researcher who had previously worked alongside Xiar changed his expression and put down his work. The once amiable chubby face was now filled with coldness as he stormed into the laboratory.
All of the guarding forces had been redirected to confront Leslie, allowing him to advance unimpeded through the Central Laboratory. When someone attempted to block him, he summoned four Evolved Grade Totems to crush them!
Long-hidden entities took this opportunity to reveal themselves, seeking to seize Morent's core technology while showing their vicious fangs to their former colleagues…
In the main hall of the Central Laboratory, which was now filled with people, a crowd gathered around as they saw a figure emerge from the underground passage. Young faces were filled with confusion as they began to discuss among themselves.
"That seems to be Senior Leslie!"
"Ah, Senior Leslie has actually completed Ultimate Evolution; he is the first Evolved Warrior to achieve this!"
"But why has he transformed like this? Is it to hunt down enemies?"
"It doesn't seem so; the terrifying aura that erupted underground seems to be… him!?"
Leslie disregarded everything around him. The remnants of rationality amidst his endless fury made him realize that from this moment on, his image in these people's eyes would plummet, turning him into their adversary.
Yet he did not regret it; if given another choice, he would still make the same decision!
A delicate figure stepped out from the crowd, looking at him in disbelief as she cried out, "Leslie, why did you do this?"
“Bella, I have no choice…” Leslie sighed. With his unyielding nature, if he knew about this matter and took no action, it simply wouldn’t be him.
Tears streamed down the girl’s face, her frail body appearing even weaker as she lunged towards him. “Stop resisting, plead for the academy’s forgiveness.”
“Unfortunately, it’s too late. I’ve destroyed the experiments of those Cold-Blooded Individuals; I will surely face severe punishment, perhaps even be sent to the Experiment Platform!” Leslie shook his head, his massive frame slowly shrinking as he embraced her gently. “Bella, let’s leave together…”
Suddenly!
The girl’s right hand transformed into a strange, sharp sword that effortlessly pierced through his defenses and stabbed into his Heart!
“You…” Leslie looked at her in disbelief.
“It’s not me, it’s not me…” Tears flowed freely down the girl’s face, but her hand twisted without hesitation, causing even more severe damage.
“Ha ha, don’t you know she is also a Clone Body?” Two Middle-Aged Men in White Robes strode through the crowd with mocking expressions, joined by two Third-Level Spirit Masters who had been left behind.
“Ah!”
Leslie howled in despair, like a lone wolf driven to a dead end, his voice filled with endless sorrow!
“A strong person should not have weaknesses; otherwise, no matter how brilliant their life may be, they will fall into boundless confusion and suffering.” A magnetic voice echoed from afar, carrying a mysterious and eerie resonance that made many present look around in fear.
“Leslie, do you want revenge?”
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