303: Chapter 304 Gene Seeds

"Can you optimize it?" Lin Li asked.

"Yes."

Stone Man Hong picked up the stasis container,

"After the original seed is implanted, it will solidify the organism's genetic framework and induce the clone to produce certain negative mutations. However, I can eliminate these redundant defects and refine it into a perfect form."

He looked at Lin Li and continued to report in a steady tone:

"The optimized implant modification will not affect the growth process of those clones under your command in unlocking their genetic locks. It will serve as a pure basic physical enhancement, improving only various physiological parameters without locking their upper limits of potential."

Lin Li nodded with satisfaction.

This was precisely the result he wanted.

It could let players transform into big guys without affecting their continued monster-hunting, leveling up, and breaking through genetic lock attributes.

But Lin Li thought of another problem: "What about the other implanted tissues?"

Hong pondered for a moment: "These are completely redundant methods. What is truly valuable in this gene-seed are these things."

He brought up a piece of data that Lin Li could not understand and said:

"This piece of biological tissue contains a Warp reality entity that I cannot parse."

"It is a pity that I am powerless to perform quantitative analysis on Warp matter."

Hong looked at Lin Li: "If a gene-seed with such Warp properties is implanted into those clones that are also filled with unknown variables,"

"the superposition of the two elements will most likely produce many unknown changes with Warp properties."

He knew that Space Marines would undergo genetic mutations. The types of mutations occurring in each Space Marine chapter were different, with both positive and negative effects.

Some time ago, players also joined two Space Marine chapters and successfully underwent modifications, but he hadn't heard them mention any unknown mutations on the forum.

Instead, stable mutations characteristic of the chapters all appeared; for example, after the players who joined the Death Phantoms underwent modification surgery, every single one of them became bald.

It was probably guided by some kind of method.

As for unknown changes?

Placed on the Empire's Space Marines, this was called genetic mutation, a sign of heresy that would be dragged away for purification by the Inquisition at any time.

But placed on the players...

What did this bunch of The Fourth Calamity like the most?

Gacha pulling, blind boxes, hidden classes, and mutated talents.

If the players knew that after completing gene-modification surgery, there was a chance to randomly acquire some unknown Warp trait, this bunch of players would probably constantly modify and pull gacha!

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Li tapped on the desktop,

"As long as it doesn't endanger the safety of the Shelter, go ahead with your plan. If mutations occur, that's their own fortune."

"Understood. The phase one clinical modification plan is expected to be submitted after forty-five standard days." Hong turned around and refocused attention on the computer array.

Lin Li turned and left the laboratory.

This contact with the Ashen Claws was a pleasant surprise. The gene-seed was already in place, and it seemed it wouldn't be long before a class-transfer option had to be arranged in the beginner area.

He could already foresee how much Liver Emperor potential that group of players would burst out in order to save money for modification surgery, and the modification surgery would further hollow out the players' points, giving them more motivation to work for Lin Li.

The handover work of the gene-seed came to an end.

Lin Li turned and left the biological laboratory.

Not long after, he came to the number one main control room.

He raised his right hand and rubbed his stiff back neck hard with his thumb and index finger.

The cervical vertebrae made a series of slight crisp cracking sounds.

A deep sense of exhaustion surged into his heart.

It was not fatigue on the physical level, but a severe mental overdraft.

As the actual controller of this Shelter, the omnipotent daboos in the players' mouths, his daily work was far more tedious than the outside world imagined.

The clashes of external forces were certainly dangerous, but maintaining the normal operation of the internal base was the most energy-consuming tug-of-war.

Among them, the most brain-cell-consuming task was managing this group of lawless players.

With the full opening of the game forum, a large number of new players flooded in like a tide.

The daily activity of the Shelter rose vertically at an exponential rate, which should have been a good thing, but corresponding side effects came along with it.

The posts in the forum began to show an out-of-control trend of a dance of demons.

The current forum backend was not equipped with a sufficiently advanced intelligent distribution and recognition mechanism.

All posts required Lin Li, this human filter, to carry out manual screening.

Valuable intelligence, terrain guides, and monster mechanism discoveries had to be manually grabbed by him and set as highlighted posts or global sticky posts to guide the exploration direction of the player group.

Without his manual intervention, those truly useful tactical summary posts would definitely be completely submerged within ten minutes by a large number of meaningless water-pumping posts, borderline posts, and illogical repeater remarks.

This caused Lin Li's recent daily routine to be completely disrupted.

Every day, except for the unshakeable physical exercise and handling emergencies, he spent almost all his remaining time on the chair in the main control room, continuously reading posts.

Calculating the time, he hadn't gone to see Frannie for a long time.

Frannie's face flashed briefly in Lin Li's mind.

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and expelled the redundant distracting thoughts from his brain.

Now was not the time to cultivate relationships.

The Shelter was at the most critical period of rapid expansion; a wrong step would lead to an irrecoverable abyss.

He opened his eyes, adjusted his sitting posture, and straightened his back.

Soon he opened the computer and entered the warhammer 40,000 game forum backend.

Number of new posts today: 14,251.

Unread replies: 312,044.

Lin Li looked at the beating red numbers in the upper right corner, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

Controlling the mouse, he began to scroll down the page rapidly.

The full screen was filled with nutrientless, eye-catching titles.

《Shocking! A wild nun was found eight hundred miles outside the newbie village, come and form a team to watch!》 — — Without clicking in to see, this kind of thing must be for cheating reply traffic.

《Discussion on the applicability of Bolter recoil and Newton's third law under Warp folded states》 — — This had a bit of academic nature, but currently had no practical combat value, skip.

《Offering high rewards to buy pure water and starch blocks, private chat if you have them, scammers bypass》 — — Routine trading post, skip.

Mechanically browsing for more than ten minutes, Lin Li felt his eyeballs start to swell and ache.

Long-term sleep deprivation made his brain thinking a bit sluggish, and the efficiency of processing information dropped significantly.

Just at this moment, a post jumped into his line of sight.

Title: [I found a very serious problem!]

Poster: Pie Big Brother

The popularity of this post climbed very fast.

The number of replies in the lower left corner had broken through the five-hundred mark within just a few minutes, and was still beating at a frequency of a dozen times per second.

Lin Li's spirits perked up.

Could it be that the players exploring the front line discovered some hidden fatal mechanism?

Or did they run into an unsolvable powerful Chaos creature?

He immediately clicked to enter the main text.

However, in the wide main text area, there were no videos, no screenshots, only a short line of words.

Main text: "I found a very serious problem, which is that in such a solemn place as a funeral, the person in the photo still has the nerve to smile!"

Lin Li stared at this line of words.

Due to excessive fatigue, his brain experienced a brief logical crash.

"That's right."

Lin Li leaned against the back of the chair, his brow furrowed tightly, murmuring and analyzing in his mouth,

"A funeral is a place to mourn the dead and bid farewell to departed souls. In such a solemn and sorrowful occasion, how could someone smile in a photo? This is indeed very unreasonable."

He stroked his chin and continued to ponder deeply:

"Is this some kind of hidden cult sacrificial ritual? Or did the players encounter a Warp mental pollution in some ruins that can distort reality and change the facial muscles of the deceased?"

Following this solemn tactical train of thought, Lin Li seriously scrolled down the page, looking at the player reply section below, hoping to find further intelligence clues.

Floor 1 player [Only Play Tailwinds]:

Smiling is normal, right? Did he know he was going to die when the photo was taken?

Floor 2 player [Lord Arrogant What Can You Do To Me]: What the upstairs said is right, it's not his relative who died, why should he cry? Can't he be happy?

Floor 3 player [Carbon-Based Organism Observer]:

Discharge from the hospital! Immediately process the discharge procedures for the two upstairs!

Floor 4 player [Cyber Judge]:

Why smile? Because his browser history hasn't been dug out yet. As long as he hasn't been social-death'd, dying is a good thing, of course he has to smile.

Floor 5 player [Physical Deliverance]:

Dying is a good thing! The sooner you die, the sooner you reincarnate.

Lin Li read through a whole circle of comments word for word.

Looking at these chaotic and mismatched remarks, the gears of his crashed brain finally gave a click and re-engaged completely.

A funeral.

A solemn occasion.

The person in the photo.

A funeral portrait.

That was the deceased's funeral portrait!

Lin Li's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly straightened his body, slapped his hand heavily on the metal armrest of the chair, and couldn't help cursing out loud.

"Damn it, which idiot player posted this kind of post!"

Lin Li was so angry that his teeth itched.

But he still casually liked the post at the lower right corner of the screen.

Subsequently.

At the speed of light, he clicked the red cross in the upper right corner to close the page.

Completely removing this post from his line of sight.

He had to speed up the information filtering speed.

Continuing to read like this, he felt that his mental state would sooner or later be completely assimilated by this bunch of psychotic players.

Patiently, he continued to rummage through the huge pile of information garbage.

More than half an hour later, an intelligence post with substantive content finally appeared in the secondary section of the forum.

The title of the post had no funny gimmicks, and the wording was very direct.

Title: [Latest progress on ancient battlefield ruins! Core area biological samples confirmed!]

Poster: Nobi Dahniao

Lin Li immediately sat up straight.

His casual gaze instantly became sharp.

Nobi Dahniao.

He had an impression of this ID.

This was one of the earliest batches of players to team up and go out for deep space exploration, famous for being hot-headed and having a rich exploratory spirit.

He clicked open the post body.

The layout was neat without any nonsense, obviously a battle report summary after careful consideration.