233: Chapter 234 [Mr. Perfect]'s "Ambition", The Biochemical Matrix at the Summit of Mount Everest

The silver light pillars of the Battle of Sequences had just completely dissipated between heaven and earth. As 99 high-Rank Hosts stepped into the three different worlds of the Dream Mission World, the high-level combat power of the Real World was currently in a vacuum state—and this brief void of combat power became the perfect opportunity for the Servants, who were implementing a long-planned scheme—a biochemical catastrophe sufficient to subvert the entire Real World was quietly brewing on the world's summit.

On the peak of Mount Everest, the bitterly cold wind whipped up goose-feather-sized snowflakes, whistling across the Rocks covered in ice and snow. The oxygen here was extremely thin, and the temperature, dozens of degrees below zero, could instantly freeze one's breath into fine crystals. If the body were exposed to the air, it would stiffen and the blood would freeze in less than ten seconds; even the most professional mountaineering equipment could hardly withstand the deadly environment here for long. Yet, in this forbidden zone for life, a young man in thin clothing stood calmly. He was the world-famous biochemical terrorist—the Servant of Corruption—Mr. Perfect.

Mr. Perfect wore a spotless white lab coat, its hem flapping violently in the gale. On his face, he wore a pair of black spectacle frames without lenses. The only bizarre thing about him was his torso—extending from both sides of his shoulders were six additional arms. Together with his original two arms, a total of eight arms were neatly arranged. In each hand, he tightly gripped a syringe filled with liquid of a different color: scarlet, ink-black, ghostly blue, bright yellow... Various liquids bubbled within the needle tubes, emitting faint halos of different colors.

Mr. Perfect did not wear any thermal or oxygen-supplying equipment. His bare neck and hands were exposed to the extreme cold, yet his skin showed no signs of frostbite or discoloration; it merely possessed a sickly pallor. He stood as if he were simply taking a walk in a park; clearly, he had long since transcended the category of a Mortal.

On the frozen Rock in front of Mr. Perfect lay a palm-sized ball of flesh. The flesh ball was dark red all over, its surface covered in dense blood vessels, like an underdeveloped heart. It pulsed slightly, still emitting a faint heat in the extreme cold and snow.

Above Mr. Perfect's head, a thumb-sized ghost-faced moth rested quietly. The moth's wings were covered in eerie black patterns, resembling twisted, terrifying skulls, and a pair of compound eyes flickered with a ghostly green light—this was his exclusive Dream Spirit, the Virus Moth, and also his most capable research assistant.

"Almost there... just the final step left..." Mr. Perfect's voice was hoarse and agitated. His eyeballs bulged outward from excessive excitement, bloodshot, yet the corners of his mouth curled into an exaggerated arc. "My 'seed of flesh' will bring evolution to all humanity in the Real World..."

As his words fell, he hesitated no longer. His eight arms exerted force simultaneously, plunging the eight syringes in his hands fiercely into the palm-sized flesh ball. The needle tips easily pierced the blood vessels on the surface of the flesh ball, and the various bizarre liquids surged in instantly, blending with the original dark red blood inside. The previously weakly pulsing flesh ball shuddered violently the moment the liquids were injected. Immediately after, a scorching aura erupted from within the flesh ball, instantly melting the surrounding extreme cold snow.

Under the roasting of the flesh ball's scorching aura, the snow melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into babbling water that flowed along the Rock crevices and froze instantly upon contact with the surrounding snow. The originally hard Rocks were also roasted by this heat until they turned red and softened, gradually turning into magma-like viscous liquid that seeped out from the Rock crevices—this heat not only resisted the extreme cold environment of the peak of Mount Everest but was also inversely affecting the surrounding environment. After absorbing the surrounding snow water and magma, the flesh ball erupted with terrifying vitality.

As a Servant of Corruption, Mr. Perfect was not actually a simple "biochemical terrorist." Before this, he was first and foremost a qualified mad scientist. The reason he chose to accept the Power of Corruption from the Lord of Corruption and accept the identity of a Servant of Corruption was not rooted in so-called "personal power." A "biochemical Genius" who had once dedicated himself to academic research and practice, making huge contributions in many biochemical-related fields such as tissue regeneration, life evolution, and genetic inheritance, his initial and long-held ambition had never changed—to bring glorious and great evolution to "humanity."

Before Mr. Perfect was selected as a Host by the Dream System, he had repeatedly used himself for human experiments. The six extra arms growing behind him were one of his research achievements. In his personal laboratory, floating in countless culture tanks were various cloned organs modified based on his own genes: small spherical organs capable of continuously generating adrenaline, stomachs capable of secreting strong acidic digestive juices, giant brains capable of temporarily connecting with the body, and so on.

Mr. Perfect did not possess the so-called "selfishness" of humans. He always believed that he "deeply loved humanity." Therefore, in order to make humanity embark on the path of evolution, he began to study "biochemical viruses." As a new-era researcher, Mr. Perfect loved a game called Resident Evil, and inspired by the game, he tried to find a virus that could serve as the original strain for a biochemical virus. To this end, he obtained, through various means, the virus strains known as the "World's Top Ten Viruses," including the notorious smallpox virus, Ebola virus, dengue virus, HIV, rabies virus, etc. After a series of hybridizations and mutations of the virus strains, both the transmission speed, the mortality rate, and special symptoms could be controlled to a certain extent.

It was not until Mr. Perfect was selected by the Dream System and became one of the very few humans qualified to be a "Host" that the Herrscher of Corruption, after seeing this crazy mad scientist in a certain Dream Mission World, granted him the identity of a Servant of Corruption, along with the corresponding status and power, under the pretext of "providing the power necessary to realize your ambition."

Due to his obsession with "the evolution of all mankind," and with the help of the powerful and special Power of Corruption, Mr. Perfect made leaps and bounds in biochemical research. As he researched the role of Dream Power in experiments, he could be said to be the first to discover that Dream Power is both the lowest-level Foundation of extraordinary power and the highest-level universal extraordinary power.

After Mr. Perfect's complex research and verification, Dream Power possessed both extremely high inclusivity and evolutionary potential. Dream Power could grow by devouring various energies, whether it was ordinary electrical energy, nuclear energy, light energy, or the elements, data, and Spiritual Qi of extraordinary power, or even the Power of Corruption; all could become nourishment for the growth of Dream Power. And during the growth process, Dream Power would evolve into the energy type most suitable for the user: the magic of a mage, the Spiritual Qi of a cultivator, the battle aura of a knight, the Internal Energy of a Martial Artist, and so on. To put it in layman's terms, Dream Power could encompass everything and derive everything.

It was also because he discovered the particularity of Dream Power that Mr. Perfect successfully used it as inspiration to create the "Perfect Biochemical Virus Type I" that only existed in his theories. The flesh ball currently devouring all organic matter on the peak of the Himalayas was exactly the "Perfect Biochemical Virus Type I" matrix that Mr. Perfect had cultivated using his own cloned heart as a carrier. And those eight syringes containing liquids of different colors were the evolutionary Dream Power extracted by Mr. Perfect from the blood of multiple high-Rank Hosts, serving as nutrition for the biochemical virus matrix. And the next part was the main event.

Mr. Perfect trembled uncontrollably with excitement. He suddenly reached his right hand to his waist and pulled out a small syringe only the size of a thumb—this syringe was filled with liquid that constantly changed colors. The surface of the liquid flowed with faint colorful halos, emitting majestic and pure energy. It was the super-concentrated liquid Dream Power acting as a virus catalyst. This was the liquid energy he had spent a week collecting and refining, and it was also the key to truly awakening the biochemical virus matrix—the "seed of flesh."

Mr. Perfect gently placed this syringe filled with liquid Dream Power next to the mouthparts of the Virus Moth on his head. The ghost-faced moth immediately opened its mouthparts, biting tightly onto this syringe that was almost the same size as its own body. Its wings vibrated slightly, and against the bitterly cold gale, it flew slowly toward the flesh ball that was constantly rising in temperature.

Mr. Perfect stood in place, staring intently at the figure of the Virus Moth. His heart was beating violently, as if it would break through his chest in the next second. The excitement brought about by the surge of adrenaline made his body tremble even more rapidly, and even his eight arms were twitching slightly unconsciously—he could feel that the vitality of the flesh ball was still skyrocketing. His "ambition" was about to be realized.

After flying for a full minute, the Virus Moth precisely plunged the ninth syringe into the flesh ball. The moment the concentrated liquid Dream Power emitting seven-colored light was injected, the flesh ball, which had been pulsing crazily and emitting a scorching aura, suddenly stopped pulsing, and the blood vessels on its surface instantly contracted, as if it had fallen into a deep silence.