"You are..."
Luanpo felt an instinctual pressure from a superior being, the first time in her life she had ever felt the desire to retreat.
"AK-A-3," also known as Luanpo.
She was the third batch of test subjects for the Superman Division's manufacturing plan, the New Human Atavism Experiment.
She carried the superior primate genes selected from thirty-two different civilizations.
She was the ace creation among all the test subjects.
But now, facing Dr. Primitive.
This maverick ace, who had never been willing to bow to anyone, felt a subconscious urge to submit to another for the first time. It was a fear carved into her very bones.
"...Onizaru Shinobi?"
Luanpo's intuition guessed its identity.
A clash of titans, living up to the legend.
The modifications to her body were the capital that allowed her to punish evil and promote good.
Although it wasn't what she wanted, she couldn't deny the convenience it brought.
But the genes from the thirty-two civilizations that constituted her capital were all present in Dr. Primitive.
In this moment, she was no longer the only Joker.
A deck of cards has a big and a small joker.
She was clearly the small one.
And Dr. Primitive was the big one that no one could beat!
Thirty-two civilizations' worth of genes.
The limit she could assimilate was merely the tip of the iceberg for Dr. Primitive.
The number of civilization genes stitched into it for the sake of correct evolution was far more than thirty-two; otherwise, it would be impossible to generate such immense pressure.
"Onizaru Shinobi?"
Dr. Primitive laughed upon hearing this name.
"The memetic virus you were infected with is very low-grade."
Dr. Primitive's tone was one of utter contempt.
"As expected, mediocrity is eternal."
Genesis Forest was an organization spontaneously established by those who agreed with and worshiped the philosophy of atavism. Dr. Primitive had never bothered with these people.
To put it simply, they were followers in name only.
Although Genesis Forest operated under Dr. Primitive's name, it couldn't be bothered to play house with this bunch of incompetents.
The so-called atavism they performed was nothing but child's play in its eyes.
"To them, atavism is just a formality, not a philosophy of Erudition."
As Dr. Primitive spoke, it took a banana out of its pocket.
"No matter how much they imitate, they can never catch up to the footsteps of a genius. It's all just for show."
It slowly peeled and began to eat.
"Sigh, I dropped my research and rushed over here because I heard that Ranger was coming."
Dr. Primitive shook its head, somewhat disappointed.
If not for that communication from Herta, it wouldn't have known that its old adversaries had produced an Emanator.
"I really want to see for myself what the perfect evolution of The Hunt looks like."
After speaking, Dr. Primitive tossed the banana peel behind it.
Killing three Emanators, that Ranger's strength was beyond question.
Two from Preservation, one from Harmony.
Judging from Chadwick's story.
If nothing unexpected happened.
It was all because they had crossed The Hunt's bottom line.
They were killed by Leon in a towering rage, who upheld the principle of meeting violence with violence and ending killing with killing.
If even that doesn't count as the perfect evolution of The Hunt, then what does?
"I didn't expect to be late."
Dr. Primitive rubbed its monkey hands together, brushing off the banana residue.
Its reason for coming here was simple.
To witness the perfect evolution of The Hunt, and then extract that perfect evolution.
And apply it to itself. This was its purpose.
It needed successful evolution.
It would help it deal with the arrival of Finality.
The "Theory of the Four Finalities."
That is, four Paths will push the universe towards the ending of Finality.
The war between the gods had long since begun.
Many had already set out in preparation for this prophecy.
Making their own preparations, and it was no exception.
Polka chose to guard against Nihility, the Corporation chose to guard against Destruction.
And it chose to guard against Erudition.
To stack all successful evolutions upon itself, and then find the one true path to ascension.
To have an entire galaxy ascend with it.
This was its path.
For this goal, it needed to constantly pursue atavism.
Constantly making success stories its own, absorbing their experience, and then re-evolving.
Leon was the unparalleled success of The Hunt.
His existence was a great asset to it.
In order to fight that Ranger and carve The Hunt onto its own body.
It was even willing to risk this combat-type avatar with the most potential.
"But it doesn't matter."
Dr. Primitive turned its gaze back to Luanpo. "Since he came for you, then let me prepare a small gift for him..."
There would be no survivors here.
The organization of Genesis Forest, in order to prevent moles and to show loyalty, required every member to be implanted with a compulsory atavism gene before joining.
When an experiment failed, they became the next test subjects. When an experiment had an accident, they were the failsafe used to take the accident down with them.
"Heh heh heh, rejoice."
Dr. Primitive let out a sneer.
Now, the accident had arrived.
Everyone in Cultivation Sector 17 would undoubtedly turn into vicious apes and fight the Ranger to the death, thereby preventing any data from leaking.
This was their fate, sealed the moment they stepped into Genesis Forest.
And Luanpo was the sole survivor among them.
She was the most perfect test subject of the Superman Division.
Every aspect of her was on the correct evolutionary path.
But the rotten apple of her 'ninja mindset' spoiled the whole barrel, immediately demoting her to a defective product.
"I will pull you from the wrong path back to the correct evolution."
But even so, her formidable physique still existed.
Thanks to her drug resistance and the invincible constitution from the Superman Division, Luanpo could withstand any ordinary atavism experiment.
But that was fine. She would soon fall at the hands of an Emanator of Erudition.
There would be no more survivors here.
"This is a blessing those incompetents could only dream of."
A monkey that retained its self-awareness calling him 'big brother'.
Hmm, given that Ranger's personality, he would surely not tolerate such a thing happening before his eyes.
Dr. Primitive really wanted to see it.
To see what the perfect evolution of The Hunt looked like when going all out!
If it could witness that scene, it would be worth the price of admission, even in death!
"The way of the ninja knows no rank, Onizaru Shinobi!"
Luanpo clenched her fists, her dull eyes glaring with anger.
"Don't you dare!"
She threw a swift punch.
Her superhuman physique allowed Luanpo's figure to flash instantly before the upright ape!
"Presume to judge the ninpo of Master Kucha!"
Her fist was about to strike its face, an attack devoid of any fighting technique, driven purely by instinct built from raw power.
Smack!
Dr. Primitive raised its left arm, neither dodging nor evading, and caught the blow with ease!
"This is why you're a failure."
Dr. Primitive's hairy left palm completely enveloped her small fist.
"Those ruled by emotion are the most useless."
Then, it casually swung its arm, flinging Luanpo backward!
Immediately after, Dr. Primitive turned toward where she had been thrown.
It raised its dark right arm, forged from the genes of Destruction. The golden blood in its palm, originally dim, suddenly began to glow faintly.
Boom!
A jet-black golden flame, carrying the ferocious aura of Destruction, erupted from it!
The combination attack took but a moment.
Luanpo had no time to dodge, instinctively raising her arms to block.
And so she took the full force of this world-destroying blow head-on!
BOOM!!!
The wave of Destruction consumed everything around it!
Whether it was the research facility or the forest trees the apes inhabited, the life of this planet was extinguished in an instant!
All that remained was a field of ruins!
"Cough, cough!"
Luanpo collapsed to the ground, her chest and lungs feeling like they were about to explode.
The artificial Destruction was not as tyrannical as a blessing from the Path itself, but it still churned her insides violently.
Luanpo was in a far worse state than when she had first escaped, looking like she was on the verge of death.
But for the moment, she hadn't lost her life.
"Oh? Still alive?"
This was unexpected for Dr. Primitive.
"Is it because of the blessing of The Hunt?"
Dr. Primitive guessed the reason and slowly walked toward the barely breathing Luanpo.
"But you don't seem to understand who gave you the achievements you have now."
As it spoke, Dr. Primitive once again aimed its palm, dripping with golden blood, at her.
"The experiment that created you was brought by me."
The golden blood in its palm slowly brightened from dim to radiant.
"The genes are also from my database, and the technology has long since been updated by me."
That world-destroying blow was clearly about to be unleashed again.
Luanpo watched the jet-black gold that symbolized death flash before her eyes.
She said nothing, but her lifeless eyes remained resolute.
There was no sign of retreat.
The City of Shinobi has no living legends.
Her invincible stats had been defeated by another for the first time.
But this was only natural.
Everything used to create her in Cultivation Sector 17 was what Dr. Primitive had leftover and discarded, picked up by them as if it were treasure.
It would be strange if David could triumph over Goliath.
Besides the name "Luanpo."
Besides Ryoran Ninpo, besides the world of the "City of Shinobi" brought to her by the Galactic Ninpo Arts from Master Kucha, besides the acknowledgment of the "Great God Lan."
She had nothing of her own.
She was forever just a counterfeit living in the shadow of Dr. Primitive.
"—What makes you think that stepping onto a Path can change your destiny as a failure?"
"The Galactic Ninpo Arts says: At the ends of hell, there must be light that illuminates all the darkness of the world!"
Luanpo faced the fire of Destruction and spoke with conviction.
"Onizaru Shinobi."
"No matter how powerful the filth, it will sooner or later be purged. It is only a matter of when!"
Though she may die today.
"Even if the Ryoran Shinobi cannot do it today, another shinobi will surely do it in the future!"
The creed of the justice-seeking "Shinobi" will be passed on by others.
Until the day Dr. Primitive dies, it will remain eternal and unyielding.
She had fallen at this crossroad, unable to purge the filth.
But at the next crossroad, another ranger would inherit her mantle and continue her work!
The Galactic Ninpo Arts says:
"Every shinobi is an arrow of the Great God Lan."
When one shinobi falls, thousands more will rise up to take their place!
The arrows of the Great God Lan reach everywhere, and are ever-victorious!
So no matter the cost!
The shinobi will definitely illuminate the night, awaken the masses, and purge all evil!
One after another!
Even your powerful life that spans lifetimes cannot withstand the hatred of the masses!
"Nonsense."
Dr. Primitive shook its head, very disappointed in her.
This was the harm brought by incorrect evolution.
A test subject that should have had a great future was ruined just like that.
A pity.
"Don't worry, I will correct you."
With that, Dr. Primitive acted swiftly, preparing to annihilate Luanpo's consciousness and then subject her to atavism, as a gift for that Ranger.
Luanpo did not dodge or evade.
Not bowing to tyranny is the consistent style of the Galaxy Rangers!
The jet-black golden flame grew brighter in her eyes.
Just as the fire of Destruction was about to consume everything...
An arrow wreathed in a wave of ice shot past her eyes!
In that moment, Luanpo saw the figure of the Great God Lan.
"You're finally here."
With the superior dynamic vision granted by those special blue eyes, Dr. Primitive's body followed its gaze, moving its right arm!
The ray of Destruction shifted toward the direction of the incoming arrow. The two forces collided, and in the end, the arrow won, charging forward unstoppably!
"My old friend, the Galaxy Ranger."
Dr. Primitive quickly retreated, and after steadying itself, it raised its left palm.
A large opening suddenly tore open in the center of its hairy palm, and a small, moss-green worm leaped out, swallowing the arrow whole!
This allowed Dr. Primitive to react to the surprise attack with composure.
"While I was away,"
Dr. Primitive looked toward the source of the voice.
"you wild dog have been quite arrogant!"
A man with the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking both dashing and filled with the youthful spirit that comes from absolute power, was aiming a bow at it.
"Great God Lan..." Luanpo murmured.
Great God Lan, the only living legend of the City of Shinobi.
He was responsible for hunting down the leaders of the villains, while the shinobi were responsible for clearing out the grunts.
Now, Leon's figure was gradually overlapping with this legend from the City of Shinobi in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, child. I've brought in the cavalry."
Hearing this voice, Leon turned and said to Luanpo.
Dammit, if he hadn't been inexplicably pulled into some dark room on the way here, delaying him, he would have arrived sooner.
Seriously, if he wasn't in a hurry, he would have definitely found that bridge-camping loser and taught him a lesson!
"The kid's yours."
March 7th nodded.
She then went forward and took Luanpo aside. A barrier formed from Six-Phased Ice protected the two pink-haired individuals, one big and one small, from the impending shockwaves.
"Don't worry, this'll be over soon. Just wait for me to kick this wild dog to death."
Leon withdrew his gaze, preparing to deal with Dr. Primitive first.
"The abilities of all seven Arbiter-Generals embodied in one person..."
Dr. Primitive's left arm, enhanced with Voracity genes, analyzed the arrow it had just encountered and determined its composition.
The wave of ice was an attribute of the Divine Foresight of General Xuan Tong of the Fanghu.
"Truly the perfect evolution of The Hunt."
Dr. Primitive expressed its praise, its eyes holding a fanatical gleam.
"Why's your head so pointy?"
Sensing the mishmash of Path energies inside the monkey, Leon posed a soul-searching question.
Damn, this wild dog is a product of science and shortcuts.
A juicer, huh?
So Dr. Primitive is a tryhard?
"Then let me ask you, let me ask you, how does one break through the boundary of Erudition!"
Dr. Primitive subconsciously triggered the negative passive effect of its pointy head.
"How should I know? Tell it to my arrow!"
Leon couldn't be bothered with it. He raised his bow, his presence like Lan Incarnate!
In his eyes, this kind of tryhard was like a low-tier riddle-maker, not even worthy of a seat at the table.
Even riddle-makers could be considered low-tier.
Once they leveled up enough, their riddles were no longer a negative trait, but could even be upgraded to a unique feature of the powerful.
But this pointy-headed thing was worse than low-tier.
No matter how strong it became through modification or drugs, it wouldn't even make the rankings. A true roadside nobody.
"Come, Ranger!"
In response to his words, Dr. Primitive simply spread its arms.
"I'll stand right here and wait for you to kill me!"
It knew the nature of a Ranger, especially one who had just stormed the Corporation's headquarters.
So when Dr. Primitive came today, it never intended to leave in one piece.
Or rather, it came this time specifically to die at Leon's hands!
To personally experience the perfect evolution of The Hunt, then carve it into its body and make it its own.
To become a stepping stone for its future high-dimensional evolution.
This was just one of its many avatars, not its main body.
Although it was indeed the rarest and the one it had poured the most effort into, this sacrifice was necessary for long-term development.
Its other avatars couldn't analyze Leon's attacks, and might not even withstand a single arrow.
Only this body, a mix of:
Right arm 'Destruction,' left arm 'Voracity.'
Eyes 'The Hunt,' tail 'Order.'
An Emanator shell composed of four Paths.
Only it was qualified to fight Leon!
Could it be that Leon hadn't seen through its intentions?
"What kind of champion are you?"
Leon smiled. How could he possibly let it have its way?
"A creature that doesn't even qualify for a tier list wants to witness the style of a champion fresh off a high-difficulty raid?"
The Penacony "Aeon" high-difficulty raid.
Three players and a tag-along cleared it, easy to copy, you know what's up!
"Go eat crap!"
In an instant, the entire body of his bow was engulfed in flames from the Zhuoming!
"Heh, Ranger, I have no doubt about your strength."
Dr. Primitive just shook its head at his words.
"You can kill me, but you will never control my mind or my body."
Dr. Primitive's meaning was obvious.
As long as you attack, it can collect data through 'bionics.'
Even if it dies in the end, the data will be obtained.
To prevent this, the only way was to make it stand still like a target from the very beginning.
But how could it possibly stand still like a target?
Dr. Primitive wasn't an AI. There could only be one reason for it to willingly act as a target.
That the action would be helpful to the experiment.
Anything else was just wishful thinking.
"You're right."
Leon didn't seem to think so.
"But a high-minded thinker like you will never understand a god-tier thinker like me."
Leon declared, "The god is here, the guru may leave!" and directly made it kneel.
Thud!
Dr. Primitive raised its arms in a gesture of surrender.
Its knees bent uncontrollably.
Following that, with a loud thud, it inexplicably and abruptly fell to its knees, as if it had seen its own father.
"What...?"
Dr. Primitive didn't even have time to realize what had happened.
By the time it came to its senses, it was already in a kneeling position.
Its astonished pupils showed it never expected this development.
"You like that, Arnold?"
Leon wore an expression that said, this is exactly the look I wanted to see.
Dr. Primitive looked at him, stunned.
It was a meticulous planner.
The possibility of Leon having control abilities was within its calculations.
To avoid this, it had specifically chosen a body with genes of Order.
To think that even with such caution, it was still indefensible...
My ass!
Indefensible? It was completely un-defendable!
In the domain of compulsory control, Order was second to none.
Unfortunately, it was swallowed by Harmony, and can only be called the strongest in history.
Harmony is the strongest in the modern era.
But in reality, the two were evenly matched, each with its own niche.
But Leon, facing the historically strongest defense against control, just made it kneel without a second thought. Isn't that a bit disrespectful to Order?
In a word, unbelievable!
Dude, you know whether you're hacking or not!
"If you like that, I've got more."
Leon told it not to rush, the best part was yet to come.
"Bro, don't run, I got you, bro, stop kneeling, hey bro get up, stop kneeling, stop kneeling, I got you."
After this smooth little combo, Dr. Primitive immediately adopted a different attitude.
A complete 180, as they say.
"Well dang, bro, if you're gonna be like that, what can I say?"
Dr. Primitive stood up and ripped off its own two arms, tossing them to him.
"Take these two arms, my bad for dodging your attack earlier!"
Dr. Primitive involuntarily spouted idiotic lines, becoming a confused, armless ape.
"We're both people of passion, don't mind it!"
"Oh man, if you're that passionate, then what more is there to say?"
The two arms were incinerated to ash by the bright fire on his bow as they flew through the air.
"I don't have much to give you either."
As he spoke, the flames on the bow flared up and instantly spread out!
"How about this? I'll give you your favorite dish, roasted monkey."
Both ends of the bow were extended by parts made of illusory flame!
The dazzling crimson flames flowed like living water, spreading out and engulfing everything around, as if to burn it all to nothing!
"Next time, don't act so tough."
The flaming bowstring was drawn back by two fingers, and the spirits hidden within the blazing inferno instantly converged into the arrow he required!
"Because I really will make you fly."
Twang!
He calmly launched the Divine Foresight of the Zhuoming!
The wrath of the Sun God condensed on the string, the might of the Torch Dragon shaking heaven and earth!
The flames washed over the surface, enveloping Dr. Primitive and the entire planet within!
BOOM!!!
The next moment, the flames vanished!
Followed by an extremely compressed explosion!
After a silent flash of light, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky from the epicenter of the blast!
When the afterglow of the explosion faded, a scene of utter devastation was revealed.
Pitch black, scorched black.
This was the state of the ground they stood on, completely devoid of life.
Nothing around it was in better shape.
This planet was destroyed, without a doubt.
Unless the Denizens of Abundance came to develop it, bestowing the grace of Abundance upon it, this place would, barring any surprises, forever remain a dead land.
But if the Denizens of Abundance were to come, do you think he might just shoot another arrow this way?
"Ridiculous. I don't know what it was trying to prove."
Leon flicked his bow, and the Zhuoming flames upon it dissipated.
Dr. Primitive, that monkey, was dead.
Without a doubt, the kind where not even a complete corpse remains.
Clean, swift, simple, and powerful.
These words best describe Leon's actions.
Needless to say, a simple one-two-three combo to showcase divine power.
Against a guy whose DPS was a digit lower than his, just crushing him with stats was the right move.
Even a rabbit would cry in fear, shouting that a new god has arrived.
Speaking of new gods, one has to mention Aeons.
Who the hell was Dr. Primitive?
Leon had just killed an Aeon not long ago.
Although it was only a remnant, it still had some prestige.
Facing an Emanator, if he didn't act quickly, was he supposed to play house with it in a turn-based game?
Don't make your big bro Leon laugh.
If word got out, it would be a stain on his stats, you understand?
For this kind of pointy-headed tryhard, crushing it with stats before he even entered the field was doing it a favor.
And it was fantasizing about a back-and-forth battle.
Dr. Primitive: I was fantasizing again.
Fantasizing that Leon was just an empty name, fantasizing that I could take ten of his arrows and not die, fantasizing that I could obtain the data for the perfect evolution of The Hunt.
But the reality is.
Dr. Primitive: Lord Leon is too strong. I don't think I'll ever forget him in my life.
That's all for now, kids. There's a helicopter here constantly yelling 'nan' and it won't leave me alone. I have to go fight in the gulag. Press 1 to help me win the underworld rat race.
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