Click.

Iliad helped the three of them complete a group photo and nostalgia, and the assistant next to the researcher also took a photo.

"Thank you so much."

After finishing the photo, the researcher thanked politely, and Iliad beside him said curiously: "Do you also like watching beast fighting games?"

"No one in this city doesn't like this. But... actually, my favorite player is the 'General'."

"Trent?" The topic Iliad inadvertently brought up attracted Turing's attention.

"That's right." The researcher put down the projection communicator and received the photos sent by Iliad, "'General Trent', people of our era called it that, but now there is an "old" in front of his title. It used to be the hottest player in the plunder, but now he only plays exhibition games, and more so, serves audiences like us..."

The researcher's tone was filled with a strong sense of dusk and he was quite old.

"I heard it has something to do with Kjakar." Turing thought for a while and did not give up this opportunity to obtain intelligence.

"Yes, that's a long time ago." The researcher looked at Turing and seemed a little surprised. "When the glorious Kjaka briefly stayed at the plundering level, there were stories of friendship between them on the Internet, but most of them were legends. No one knew the specific ones, including me."

The researcher just thought it was a chat. He quickly brought his box over and let Turing stand aside.

"Mr. Blaze, we can start now. Please stand in the center. You don't have to go to the ground, just the center."

"Why did the sampling suddenly come up with no advance notice?"

After a while, Iliad had a good impression of this researcher who was suspected to be a "shallow fan" and took the opportunity to ask.

"Yes, this is a temporary order, through the sampling action directly authorized by the Lord of the Arena, Mr. Lorien Witt, and this is a mission order."

Lorian Witt.

The guy who came to the "pre-war mobilization" through the projection of the Royal Guard when he was notified of himself to participate in the ration battle.

The situation is quite large, and there are few words that normal people can say in their words. With this name, Turing is deeply impressed by it.

"Mr. Witt?!"

On the one hand, Iliad was stunned and relieved.

That's right, killing three predators and getting an unprecedented milestone is indeed a situation that can attract the attention of the master of the arena, not to mention that every beast fighting for rations will have to accept a pre-war glory speech...

"Mr. Blaze, you are lucky." The researcher said while debugging the instrument. "Not everyone has the chance to be favored by the Lord of the Arena. For the Super Limit Fighting Beast, this is a glory and a chance to rise. The gentleman has the ability to provide a large amount of resources for the Fighting Beast he likes."

"Social status in the arena, shortcuts to rise, fame and fortune of fighting beasts, ranking, support group management, and even more investors outside the arena... and even know your body knowledge better. For Mr. Witt, these are very simple things. So, you are lucky. As long as Mr. Witt is happy, he is willing to reward you with anything you want, provided that the game is exciting enough."

Luck...not necessarily.

Turing's body has many secrets. As he invests more and experiments more, the secrets will only be more and less. As he climbs up in this system, he has to bear the attention from the superstructure. Risks and interests are proportional to the interests.

"That's all about gossip. Mr. Blaze, can you show me your paw?"

Turing poked out the pitch-black front paw.

"Well... its situation is different from other places. It seems to be a mutation that occurs after your battle. Generally speaking, such a part is more valuable for sampling. Through subsequent calculations, we can roughly get some possible mutation directions, and this information is also beneficial to you."

"Thank you." Iliad was a little grateful, and Turing on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous emergency measures were quite successful. The "fan" in front of him was more interested in this claw than other parts hidden in the "external equipment".

"It may hurt a little, I hope you can bear it."

After taking the instrument knife that the assistant has debugged, a tube is connected behind the knife with complex mechanical shapes, which transports some liquid to the blade.

The extremely sharp instrument knife easily cut open Sibelto's mycelium, and suddenly grabbed it when cutting deeper.

"Hmm?" The researcher was stunned.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He showed his blade, "You know, the body tissue density of the beast's body is high and very tough at the same time. It requires special instruments with injected inhibitor to be cut open, but... Mr. Blaze's body seems to be a little too hard."

However, the researcher quickly completed his work, cut off a large chunk of mycelium and placed it in a detection instrument, and a pile of biological cannons with pointed cones growing on the top were directly stabbed into it.

The "Parasite One" that has been recombined with his original body tissue, Yide's mutant organ and active flesh and blood have completely taken root on this forelimb. Turing doesn't know what this emergency measure will look like and the exact performance in the data.

But what he was sure of was that this thing could at least be properly detected by the instruments of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce.

If the sampled today was purely active flesh and blood from other parts, it would be hard for Turing to imagine whether this knife could be useful.

“…the cell state is normal, and…the mutation is happening…?Hmm?”

The researcher, who was paying attention to the instrument projection value, frowned suddenly.

"Is there any problem?" He looked down at the panel and memorized all the data that came into his eyes. These may be useful knowledge and information.

"No...but, this thing is mutating. It's a bit strange. It has left its original body. Why is it still...oh, now it stops." The researcher's voice returned to normal.

Because the active energy of the active flesh and blood in the tissues removed has been absorbed by the mycelium, Turing silently replenished it in his heart.

"According to data comparison, Mr. Blaze's overlimit effect compatibility is...13.7%. The parameters of this sample are low, but this is a normal phenomenon...Other...there are some unknown mutation factors, but they also meet the normal level, which is composed of survival pressure."

Looking at the data above, the researcher explained one by one. Iliad was confused when he heard it, but Turing's eyes never moved away for a moment.

In addition to data, this holographic panel also has a detailed graphical interface, which includes the imaging status of the underlying cells. Among the knowledge Turing currently obtains in this world, knowledge information on this type of microscopic phenomena is relatively precious, but more importantly, he is looking for the demon god factor.

There is a portion of active flesh and blood in the "Parasite No. 1" that is mixed with multiple flesh and blood. Then in the holographic imaging in front of you, there should be a demon god factor in the microscopic, but the attempt was not found.

This is good news for the test results, and this level should have passed. However, it aroused Turing's doubts.

Because this is impossible.

"What's that?"

Turing stretched out a claw and pointed a strange-shaped cell in the holographic image.

"This is a mutant factor, which should be produced when I was excising. They are very small in number and are dying quickly. The appearance of the mutant factor is varied. When the number of mutant factors surges, it can achieve a 'mutant state'. They are contaminated into cells in your body, replicating increases, and guiding evolution to fight survival pressure. This is very complicated, involving a series of reactions such as neuronal signals and external factors..."

The researcher who was muttering suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Iliad, who had obviously whirlpools in his eyes, and then raised his head to see Turing:

"Mr. Blaze, are you asking?"

"That's right." Turing nodded, and the movement of his huge head brought a sensation of wind.

"Are you interested in... these? Can you understand?" Shangyang's tone represents the interest of the researcher in front of him.

"I'm curious, but I can't understand, but I hope you can keep talking."

"That's endless."

The researchers slightly raised their bodies and gently hammered their back.

"These mutation factors will become different shapes and shapes for various reasons. In this process, the mutant organs will gradually form, and you can understand it this way."

"Anyway, through sampling analysis, everything is normal. And your limit effect compatibility value is very good, with a full 13.7%...Over? You only had 3% a month ago?"

The researcher was stunned again.

"This rate changes...a little too fast."

“What impact will it have?”

"No...No, but this is very precious. I think sending this information package template to the Great Holy Grail should be of some help in algorithm evolution. If you only have 3% compatibility a month ago, then this rate change is very precious. The packaged template will help the Great Holy Grail to evolve better algorithms and promote the iterative update of synthetic beasts."

As the researcher said, he built the template, packaged it and sent it directly.

"Is that OK?"

Seeing that it was finally over, Iliad spoke out.

"That's right." The researcher nodded.

"Don't you need the people above to see this thing?"

"No." The researcher shook his head, "We will take this sample away and seal it into the exclusive inventory of the Great Holy Grail. These things do not require human calculations and supervision. The Great Holy Grail will solve everything."

In other words, if the demon god factor is really captured by the Great Holy Grail... this thing is very likely to promote the combination of demon god factor and mutant factor to create a demon weapon synthetic beast?

Turing thought of this possibility instantly.

"That's all. Thank you for your cooperation."

The researcher quickly packed up his things and looked like he was about to leave.

"Please stay. Can you give us a copy of the dynamic calculation of the test results? I want to hand it over to my physiological escalator."

"No problem." The researcher agreed to Turing's request very readily and sent the copy data to the system database of the physiological preparation room.

After saying goodbye to Turing and Iliad, the researcher walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and then turned around to look at Turing:

"Mr. Blaze feels... very unusual, I think I can give you some advice."

"The Guards' methods are a bit direct, rough, and even...excessive. The hunters above have always had a bad impression of the Guards, including those agents. However, Mr. Blaze's cell excellence will inevitably have contact with them. I hope you can suppress some hot tempers. Their future is not as good as that of the beast fighters. Although Mr. Blaze does not give people a hot feeling."

"Thank you." Turing paused.

This researcher gives people a sense of being able to act and speak safely, and it can easily bring people good feelings in the environment of the Colosseum.

"Can you tell us something about Trent?" Iliad gave the assist, and he did not forget what Turing had always wanted to investigate.

"The information on the Internet and in the system is much more detailed than what I said, so I'll say goodbye first..."

"Hey wait!"

Iliad rushed forward, approaching the researcher slightly, but maintaining an absolute distance: "When it comes to the royal guards... can you help Blaze remove the control module on the back of his head? It's the stuff in the stack..."
To be continued...