I am the Emperor of Humanity across the Multiverse

Samuel Young, who had always been indifferent to the "correct" way, still didn't give much thought to the consequences of overexposing Akra. Those unscrupulous media outlets and organizations would have different professionals to "handle" the situation as needed. Without fuel, the fire naturally couldn't continue to burn.

So Samuel never worried about anything. At this moment, he focused on the progress of the "sample experiment."

Shifting his perspective away, he no longer paid attention to Akra City, which was about to step into true modernization, and gradually moved north.

He left the beach and coastline, arriving at an industrial area filled with factories and workshops.

The largest, most extensive, and most heavily guarded was the Atlas Park.

As the sun completely disappeared below the horizon, streetlights gradually lit up, and tens of thousands of workers reached the end of their shifts.

At this hour, some workers went directly back to their dormitories, ready to entertain themselves with games or movies, while others took company-provided public transport to leave the park, heading to the bustling city to drink and chat with their colleagues, each having their plans for the evening.

However, those busy in the three-story Biological Engineering Department Building at the park's core seemed to have no concept of "getting off work."

The building's main and side doors were guarded by ARS officers armed with live ammunition, with snipers posted in hidden positions.

Ordinary workers, upon starting their jobs in the park, would receive a stern warning from their direct superiors to strictly adhere to all regulations and never to venture into areas they shouldn't. Otherwise, "taking a bullet" would be the least of their worries.

After all, the park's core held many of Atlas's secrets.

In a lab on the third basement level of the Biological Engineering Department building:

"No! Please, no... don't! I'm innocent, I'm really not a murderer... really not..."

The small, enclosed space echoed with desperate pleas.

The source of the voice was a slim adult man in an orange prison uniform, lying on a multifunctional operating table, his neck, limbs, and waist bound by metal chains.

Struggling and begging were futile.

This was an isolation room equipped with multipurpose mechanical arms, where researchers didn't have to operate directly, significantly reducing the risk of accidental infection.

In each of the four corners was a surveillance device with a red light, indicating that monitoring was in progress. Additionally, there was a one-way window on the left side for directly observing activities inside the isolation room.

As for the man in the prison uniform, he should be referred to as "Disposable Human Experimental Material."

Internally, such individuals were usually labeled "Grade D materials," with more fiery ARS soldiers calling them "Grade D scum."

"Number D-00267." At this moment, the isolation room echoed with a nasal, emotionless broadcast:

"According to records from Ephrata Prison, you killed a total of three victims, including a 16-year-old girl, between 1986 and June 1, 1990. Your methods were extremely cruel, and you were sentenced to life imprisonment without parole."

"No! It wasn't me! I'm innocent!"

Upon hearing this, D-00267 immediately denied the charges vehemently.

The broadcast ignored him completely.

Simultaneously, several holographic screens appeared above D-00267's line of sight, displaying surveillance footage, videos, and testimonies from witnesses with blurred faces and altered voices, presenting conclusive evidence.

"D-00267, you can question the police, prosecutors, and jury of Washington State, but do not question the professionalism of the Atlas investigation department. It damages their reputation and affects their annual evaluations.

Finally, Atlas sincerely thanks you for your unconditional cooperation in assisting us with this experiment."

After viewing the evidence and hearing the broadcast, D-00267 immediately dropped his innocent, pitiful demeanor, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

However, before "he" could continue begging, a mechanical arm with a needle moved to his neck, injecting the red liquid from a transparent tube into his body.

?!

The sudden injection, coupled with the fear of the unknown experiment, sent D-00267 into a renewed panic.

"Spare... ugh... ugh... argh!!!"

In less than a few seconds, D-00267's veins bulged, he spat blood, and his whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

Eventually...

With a crisp "bang," D-00267's head exploded from the inside out.

"Hiss!!"

Accompanied by a beast-like roar, a tumor-like mass resembling an ant's head, along with numerous vine-like tendrils, completely took over D-00267's body.

Bound by metal chains, the mutated form struggled violently, its wrists and ankles twisting in grotesque angles, as if trying to tear its body apart to escape.

But before that could happen, multiple mechanical arms moved in, surrounding the operating table and quickly extracting samples of blood and tissue.

Then...

"Boom!!!"

Flames instantly engulfed everything, burning fiercely for several seconds.

When the isolation room returned to silence, all the heat-resistant equipment and walls were merely scorched, while the mutant, unable to even scream, had turned to ashes.

"Whew!"

Immediately after, the isolation room filled with a pale white disinfectant mist.

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Meanwhile.

In the third-floor corridor of the Biological Engineering Department building:

"You did well this time. Walter is already anxious. So, is there anything you want?" Samuel praised Arthur and his team as they walked alongside him.

"Boss..." Arthur grinned, as if he had been planning this for a while. "I heard from Director Wang that their research department is developing optical camouflage. I wonder if..."

"When the individual camouflage gear is ready, your hunters will be the first to get it."

"Hahaha! That would be great!"

Arthur's hearty laughter echoed throughout the entire floor, and the hunters beside him also looked forward to the new equipment with gleaming eyes.

"Alright." Samuel shook his head slightly and instructed: "I will reopen the space gate the day after tomorrow. Before that, you and your hunters must prepare everything and cooperate with the elite of the third company to provide fire support for the investigators. Understood?"

"Yes!"

"Good."

With that, Samuel used his highest authority to unlock the sensor door and entered an office, while Arthur and the others stood guard outside.

Inside the office;

"Indeed... Indeed... Ants make this virus easier to shape, but how can I avoid significant genetic mutations in humans? Hmm... challenging, but I like it."

Sitting at her computer, Alexia was so focused on her research that she didn't notice Samuel had already arrived at her desk.

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