Chapter 323 – Genetic Conjectures

Chapter 323 Gene Conjecture
The idea of turning Hayden into a black book page just flashed through Saul’s mind, and he had no intention of carrying it out for the time being.

Since the diary had become a locator, Saul’s connection with it had gotten closer and closer. He could vaguely feel that the diary had given himself a cap on some of his abilities.

For example, the black book page, with his current strength, he could only harness one more book page.

Unless he destroyed one of the first four, he wouldn’t be able to absorb any more consciousness when he was at full capacity.

Saul was currently getting along fine with the four consciousnesses, and didn’t intend to use anyone as experience value.

Therefore the fifth book page would have to be chosen with some caution.

Either an existence that could be discarded at will like an enemy captive, or a consciousness with a strong store of knowledge.

This initial test of the soul infusion experimentee allowed Sol to confirm that the physical vessel had not lost its ability to repel foreign souls.

Then there must be some sort of ability to distinguish between spirits in the physical body, just like the human immune system, which triggers a strong repulsive reaction to things it is allergic to.

If we could find this organization and shut it down or kill it, wouldn’t we be able to make a smooth union between the soul and the physical body?
“But that’s not what happened in my case. It turns out that Saul’s body must not have been touched by anyone …… So there is another way of thinking about making foreign souls no longer found by the “immune system”?”

Saul knew that most of what he was thinking about right now was based on assumptions. What he had to prove first was whether or not this “immune system” existed in the human body.

“Every experiment has a subject name …… Let’s call this vision – Desensitization Experiment.”

Thus, Saul turned the notes in his hand to the first title page and wrote down the word desensitization.

Over the next few days, Hayden followed Saul through several excruciatingly painful experiments.

On the last day, Saul even dismembered Hayden alive with his consent.

He utilized the Heart’s Guardian Potion’s ability to preserve life to temporarily maintain the vitality of Hayden’s vessel, and then, while trying not to move the vitals, he dismembered this exceptionally beautiful vessel into more than a dozen parts according to type.

And into each of these samples was injected a fragment of the soul he had preserved in his body. Over the next hour, observations were made to record how much each sample rejected the soul fragments.

As for Hayden, naturally, he was unconscious the entire time.

However the first large-scale experiment did not achieve the desired results.

Every part of Hayden was consistent in its rejection of other spirits.

Although before the experiment began, Saul was more or less mentally prepared that it wouldn’t work – after all, it was a subject that had been studied for decades by how many full-fledged wizards and second-order wizards – he still felt a twinge of frustration when it actually failed and didn’t turn up anything at all.

However, he quickly gathered himself together and “spelled” Hayden back before the sample’s activity dropped dramatically. Then he utilized the Black Flare Amber, which had an extremely strong limb repairing ability, to restore Hayden’s body to its original state. So that her body will not turn into that kind of horrible ceramic doll that was shattered and forced to stick together.

After pushing the person away for treatment, Saul once again returned to the experimental table to record the entire process.

“Blood, hair, internal organs, bones …… a dozen parts are basically ruled out.” Saul kept turning the quill in his hand, “Did I not find that particular organ or is there a loophole in the experiment?”

Knowing that both were possible, Saul worked hard to summarize the lessons learned from this experiment, trying to be able to conduct it a little more perfectly next time.

“All the samples reacted the same way, it should be that I didn’t extract one of the same factors in these substances. I should think a little more microscopically, like cells or ……”

Thor, who had put pen to paper, suddenly stopped moving, his eyes widening slightly, “…… or genes?”

He froze in place for a long time before suddenly tapping his head hard.

“Extracting genes, deciphering genes, editing genes …… this question is over the top!”

Saul immediately shook his head again like he was shaking off the water that had gotten into his brain, “Resurrection itself is a superb question, and the identification point of soul consciousness may not exist in the genes.”

“Bold conjecture, careful verification, only one experiment, too few cases to be illustrative.” Saul leisurely turned back to the rows of corpses standing at the front of the storage room.

“I do have some more samples, but the activity is too low, it may also affect the accuracy of the experiment.” Saul suddenly smiled, “But it’s not impossible to try.”

The corpses standing behind the shelves collectively shivered. ……

A month later, a fairly luxurious single-rider carriage traveled through the busy streets of the town.

This town was the closest bustling town to the Golsa Wizard Tower.

It was equivalent to an outpost to enter the absolute realm of the Sorcerer Tower, so every year, many people used to stop here, wanting to communicate with the Sorcerer Tower or participate in the Sorcerer Tower’s apprentice selection.

This town had also become more and more prosperous, and even many of the town’s residents were related to sorcerers.

It was almost winter, and the coolness in the north wind was as obvious as the fallen leaves on the ground.

The carriage traveled through the streets, not too slow or too fast, and Saul pushed open the window slit a little from time to time to look out.

The original name of this town was no longer known, and now it was called Outpost Town because of its special geographical location.

Saul had come over this time in order to find a landing spot outside of the Sorcerer’s Tower. This matter was not strange, many third level apprentices, and even some powerful second level apprentices had their own settlements outside the Sorcerer’s Tower.

If Saul wasn’t a loner, with his position of strength, he should have established a stronghold outside the tower a long time ago.

His consciousness platform spell was not suitable to be built in the second storehouse, it would startle the corpses. But other than the second storehouse, no other place was suitable.

Although the dormitory place was large, Saul himself was able to rely on his out-of-body soul to transfer between floors, and if others were also wandering around in the middle of the night, he might not even be able to detect the outside world when he entered the consciousness platform state.

So in the future, Saul would also have to try to divide some of his energy to stay outside the platform, but it would take a long time of practice to achieve this.

“The spell formation of the consciousness platform also needs to be compressed, if I really want to turn the consciousness platform into a consciousness battlefield, the enemy won’t be able to be left with time for me to draw. It’s easy for accidents to happen when you set up in advance.”

Sol lowered his head and looked at his grayish-white hands.

“How about fixing the spell formation to a certain piece of equipment? Well, the matter of spell compression can also be listed on the plan.”

He looked at his hands, which had been remodeled beyond recognition, and was a little lost in thought for a moment.

At that moment, the Mushroom Chevalier who was driving in the front slowly brought the car to a stop.

“My lord, we have arrived.”

Saul looked outside along the car window, and they stopped outside a four-story building.

Such a mixed brick and wood house would be quite a tall and majestic building even if it was placed in some prosperous towns.

The house had a huge signboard hanging from the second floor to the first floor, which read “Stagecoach House” in the common language.

Saul was going to a place that looked like a real estate agent, and the mushroom cart driver led him here with ease.

“Looks like a hotel complex.”

Saul closed the car window as he lightly snapped his fingers, and his entire body immediately changed from a lurid grayish-white color to slightly fairer skin – more in line with the average person’s impression of a wizard.

When Saul jumped off the carriage, two people immediately came up.

One guided the mushroom wagon driver to the established parking space, while the other wore a cautious and respectful smile and walked to Saul’s side with his head bowed.

“Good day, Lord Wizard, is there anything I can do for you?”

Chapter two at about ten o’clock in the evening.

Also thanks to all the big guys for the rewards! PAY THANKS!

(End of chapter)