Chapter 1064: 1061: Even Engel Would Be Moved to Tears

"Put all the credit under my name!"Shasha pushed the empty glass bottle away and shot a slightly wary sidelong glance at Right Head.

From her expression, it wasn't hard to see that Shasha had entered food-guarding mode.

Blood kin might be precious; when you meet your own people in a foreign land, friendship and kinship both get doubled, but if they dared come near her rations, Shasha dared bite them.

"So this thing… how do you use it?"

Ansheng picked up the glass jar on the desk and, looking a bit puzzled, turned to Shasha to ask.

Inside the empty-looking medical glass jar, although nothing could be seen with the naked eye, there were in fact two special cells with micrometer-level diameters stored inside.

One was a neuron; as for the other one that Right Head had picked up, they still didn't know where it came from.

"They're like ownerless clothes. You just have to put them on your body and you're good…"

Shasha took the glass jar Master Fuli handed over and began explaining in detail the user manual for the cells.

The Self Will core of the "Perfect" had already been damaged; the cells that remained were now equivalent to a computer without a firewall installed.

Master Fuli only needed to turn his own will into a data cable and plug it in to read the data.

Things like recorded Exotic Beast genomes and Perfect-tagged genetic optimization data could all be read out from these cells that had lost their Self Will.

However.

Shasha did not recommend that Master Fuli load those optimized genetic data sets.

Although the main body's will had perished, during the long optimization process, the genetic data had been fused with instinct-level data from the main body's will and belonged to a personalized configuration.

Setting aside whether it would feel awkward to use, if you downloaded the instincts and activity embedded in those genetic data into your body…

At best your personality would change; at worst even your thought logic would be Assimilated by that batch of toxic data.

Therefore, Shasha suggested that Master Fuli only read the latest basic version of the Life Blueprint System.

As for all the advanced settings and personalization, Master Fuli should build those himself when he had time.

"Then… wouldn't that be a kind of resurrection?" Ansheng looked at Shasha in surprise and asked.

If you downloaded the instinct data and activity into a living organism, that organism would gradually be Assimilated.

Isn't that basically a rebirth without memories?

"I wouldn't call it resurrection. It just nudges the creature's thought logic closer to the Perfects…" Shasha thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It's shattered this badly now; I can't tell who it originally was…"

"But I can guarantee this much: when this compatriot was alive, it probably belonged to the pure-blooded brute type. If you touch the genetic data it optimized, you'll most likely get dumber."

"Like… muscles replacing the brain, Achilles tendons replacing thought, fascia standing in for the cerebral cortex."

Right before the Perfects were annihilated, the entire race scattered across the starry sky like cars entering a multi-level parking garage, completed their final oath-taking, and then each disassembled into primitive cells.

As for why this Perfect who had broken away from the race ran back to Blue Star, that was very much worth chewing on.

Either it was a stubborn mule, or a brute, or just a naturally contrary piece of work.

In any case, its genetic base coat had nothing to do with rationality.

"Fine then. Once we're back in Xia Dong, I'll update the Life Blueprint System…"

Ansheng waved his hand and had Shasha keep the glass jar holding the Perfect cells safe.

While he was talking, Ansheng glanced curiously at Right Head, who'd stayed quiet the whole time.

On any other day, when they were tallying up credit, Right Head would've already jumped out barking, or just gone straight into a brawl with Shasha. So why was it this quiet now?

"Food thrown at me in contempt—I refuse!"

Right Head noticed Master Fuli's gaze, swept a look over Shasha, then stiffened its expression and spoke with disdain:

"These Perfect cells have nothing to do with me. If you put the credit on me, it'll choke me when it's converted into potion…"

Right Head did want the credit, but the moment it thought about having to lower its proud head to a fellow clanswoman and admit that its skills were inferior, every inch of its body felt wrong.

But when it came to searching for Perfect cells, if Shasha hadn't used her knowledge to figure out a method, Right Head had no way to discover Perfect cells at its current level…

No helping it; Lu Tiannan was too much of a pitfall and had slowed down its pace of ascending in flesh and blood.

Between pride and rations, Right Head clenched its teeth and chose self-respect and self-love, refusing to bow its head to its younger clanswoman.

"You're not… calling her 'mom' in private, are you?" Ansheng looked at Right Head with a weird expression and asked.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible—" Right Head shot him a disdainful side-eye. "My Dao heart is as hard as black iron!"

"Alright. Then all the credit for the three Perfect cells we found goes under Shasha's name."

Ansheng gave a small nod, glanced at the sky outside, and got ready to head back to the restaurant for the celebration banquet.

"Oh, right…"

Leaning on Shasha's shoulder as they walked down the stairs, Ansheng suddenly thought of something and asked:

"We've recovered the mutation source—so can the residents of this city… change back to the way they were?"

Furui City wasn't exactly a big city, but here it counted as a second-tier administrative region, with a population north of fifty thousand.

Shasha had already scoured the entire city and reclaimed all the mutation sources.

But the Wish List still hadn't settled. If they wanted Furui City to spit out a shower of coins, the root cause probably wasn't the Perfect cells, but those residents who'd mutated into Fuli forms.

"Isn't turning into Fuli actually pretty nice? They keep a human shape and pick up some animal abilities on top of that."

Shasha answered with a very puzzled expression and went on, "The genetic radiation caused by the mutation source is permanent."

"It's a change from the inside out. If we want to turn them back again, we'll have to reverse the animal genes nested in their bodies at the genetic level."

"So there's no way?" Ansheng asked.

"There is. We can use Perfect cells to reverse the mutations in Furui City's residents, but this'll require a massive supply of Spirit Particle Potion…" Shasha said, with a hint of guardedness.

"As long as they can change back, that's fine. I'm in no rush—whoever's in a rush will naturally come bring us money."

Ansheng gave a light nod, his expression brightening into a grin. He patted Shasha's shoulder, pointing out a side hustle for her.

As long as the residents could eventually change back, he didn't particularly care about when exactly that would happen.

Stuff like that, the higher-ups would come negotiate. Even if some people were unwilling to pay, the high-level players of the basic Spirit Particle Science disciplines would press the local forces to handle it.

"My treat…"

Shasha stepped off the stairs, and Ansheng, perched on her shoulder, was all smiles, ready to jump straight onto a seat and start eating.

But just as Ansheng leapt into the air and hadn't even landed at the dining table in front of the kitchen, the smile on his little fox face froze solid, and even his body paused midair.

The table was piled high with dishes.

A basket of rock-hard bread rolls stood off to the side; in pride of place were a roast turkey, a smoked pork knuckle, and a bunch of pricey side dishes—stuff like caviar and other weird things…

A blonde, blue-eyed girl, wrapped in an apron, was in the kitchen frying what looked suspiciously like salmon.

Meanwhile, into a yogurt-lid blender, she'd tossed some green-looking stuff for color.

"…Zhang Lin, let's get out of here," Ansheng said to Zhang Lin, black lines all over his face:

"That smoked knuckle just screams 'gums destroyer', and that turkey is the same kind of jawbreaker…"

"If I take one bite, you'll probably have to scrape and floss me clean for a good ten minutes…"

"If Engel showed up and saw this, he'd be moved to tears."