"... It has nothing to do with the seed."
"Once the seed is planted, it is beyond anyone's control."
"Therefore, why the young man wasn't affected is something we don't know until we have specific test data. The one thing we can confirm is that he is definitely a very valuable research subject."
In the office of Doctor Duzem at the Abnormal Life Research Institute.
The door is tightly closed.
Professor Montreya sits on the high-back chair across the desk, legs crossed, fingers interlocked on his knee, exuding a relaxed and natural aura from inside out.
After hearing his analysis, Doctor Duzem raises his head, revealing two dark eye sockets.
"Indeed, indeed."
He murmurs, but the glass rod in his hand continues to stir in the cup, two black and white eyes with bloodshot veins rolling gracefully in the viscous eye wash: "You were right before. I admit, I misjudged… this child is indeed very special… perhaps this is also why Qingqiu and Zhongshan favor him."
