The orphanage created different training plans based on the test subjects’ individual characteristics. Number Seven’s power was much more intriguing than others with destructive abilities.
He possessed a rare regenerative ability, capable of healing from any injury quickly. Even without outstanding physical prowess, his exceptional combat awareness allowed him to stand out among the many test subjects.
Cold, emotionless thinking granted the boy a ruthless disposition. Someone who didn’t value their own life would inevitably become an efficient assassin with a high mission success rate.
“Interesting.”
Sitting up from the cold bed, Fang Bo tried moving his limbs and found the sensation almost indistinguishable from reality. Enmu’s power was formidable, immersing people in a vividly realistic dream world.
No matter how strong, quickly distinguishing between dream and reality was difficult. Unfortunately for Enmu, this did not affect Fang Bo.
The reason was simple: the scene belonged to “Number Seven’s” memories, utterly unrelated to him personally. The only way he would have any immersion would be if he were connected to these memories.
Picking up a sharp knife from the window, Fang Bo tried cutting a slight wound in his palm. The vivid pain almost blurred the line between dream and reality. Within three seconds, the wound healed automatically. This level of regeneration was nearly on par with a Lower Moon.
“So this is my predecessor’s ability. It seems stronger than my current steel heart.”
The somewhat diluted legendary trait resulted from the fusion of their talents. However, Fang Bo didn’t understand why his steel heart could no longer heal wounds.
“Maybe it’s due to soul devouring. Number Seven’s memories are fragmented, and I can’t even access the techniques he possessed.”
Placing the knife near his throat, Fang Bo prepared to leave the dream. He had no intention of lingering here.
But then, the sensor on his wrist beeped, and an oddly familiar voice came through.
“Number Seven, come over now. You’ve been approved to use the Dream Elixir.”
Hearing the unfamiliar name, Fang Bo didn’t react much, but he felt his heartbeat accelerate. He last felt this way during a romantic encounter with an old flame.
His intuition told him he should check it out.
Walking through the corridor, Fang Bo soon reached the underground laboratory of the orphanage. Just after entering through the electronic glass door, a man in a white coat gave him a warm hug.
“Welcome, my dear little guinea pig.”
Suddenly, Fang Bo’s mind was flooded with images—scenes of “him” participating in various experiments. Due to his unique regenerative ability, Number Seven had become the most popular test subject at the orphanage.
Whether it was biological viruses or other types of drugs, they were repeatedly tested on him. The torment was akin to hell, and even facing this artificial Number Seven tremble, filled with a desire to tear him to pieces.
When Fang Bo first crossed over, he wondered why he took the fake name “Jason.” Now, he remembered that the person Number Seven most wanted to dismember had the organizational codename Jason.
“Lie down here.” Pointing to a nearby operating table, Jason removed his mask, his smile full of false kindness. “Do you know? I went through a lot to get this approved for you.”
Since this was a dream, Fang Bo didn’t hold back and directly asked, “What does the Dream Elixir do?”
“It makes you stronger, my dear.”
While preparing, Jason began explaining the origins of the Dream Elixir.
Years ago, a biotech company accidentally created an elixir to adjust DNA structures. It could grant humans the strength of a tiger, a leopard’s agility, and an eagle’s vision. This was the precursor to the Dream Elixir.
After years of continuous research, the biotech company was no longer content with simply enhancing humans. They had a bold idea: to use the Dream Elixir to create true gods.
Thus, the orphanage was born, and the biotech company went underground, beginning long-term research and development.
Fang Bo realized that these were Number Seven’s memories re-lived through the dream. The reality might be a hundred times harsher than what was shown, but the essence remained.
“It can trigger talent evolution.” Fang Bo was sure there was no falsehood in this. Otherwise, his predecessor wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.
A tormented test subject’s greatest desire wasn’t a happy life but more injections of the Dream Elixir to enhance their power. This spoke volumes about the elixir’s allure.
Fang Bo wondered if he could benefit from it.
The beginner’s guide mentioned that a reincarnator’s talent could evolve. The effects varied based on the method. Although the steel heart was a fusion of two talents, the regenerative ability came from the Dream Elixir, which remained fundamental.
If he could obtain it, his steel heart would strengthen, possibly unlocking additional special effects.
Just as Fang Bo prepared to feel its effects, something unexpected happened.
The laboratory began to shake violently as if the entire world was on the brink of collapse.
“Wake up!”
With the familiar voice echoing, a pair of blood-red pupils appeared on the lab’s ceiling.
“Wait, let me get the injection first—”
But Darren didn’t heed his request, using his Sharingan to shatter the dream forcibly.
When Fang Bo opened his eyes, he returned to Car 3 of the Infinity Train.
“Sigh.” Rubbing his forehead, he turned to his confused teammates. “I was so close to uncovering the secret to talent evolution.”
“Evolution? In your dream?”
Seeing their disbelief, Fang Bo explained selectively.
Hearing about real-world superhumans, Darren’s expression turned contemplative.
“Do you think our perceived reality could be another—”
“I mean, just like these plot worlds…”
Oh boy, he’s diving into philosophy now.
The former down-and-out manga artist would have said everything you perceive is real. But now, after such an extraordinary experience, Fang Bo wasn’t sure what constituted the real world.
As Darren suggested, reality may be another unknown plot world.
They didn’t dwell on the topic. Darren used Sharingan’s ability to break illusions and wake his companions from their dreams.
Seeing Darren’s impressive skills, Fang Bo had a bold idea.
The orphanage’s superhumans were formidable. He alone had a low chance of safely infiltrating it. With excellent teammates, defeating them wouldn’t be too hard.
Everyone selected by the space had survived numerous life-and-death situations, so dealing with those so-called superhumans wouldn’t be a problem.
The current question was whether the mysterious Darren would help. Of course, the two of them may not be enough.
Sorcerer Ali was out. He had no connection to the so-called real world; he’d instead go to the Jujutsu Kaisen world.
Suddenly, a familiar face flashed in his mind—an Onmyoji with a cheerful smile.
She probably wouldn’t refuse him, right?
Of course, given the danger and potential impact on their real lives, Fang Bo couldn’t use “friendship” to morally coerce her. Offering sufficient benefits was necessary.
Soon, everyone woke up. By this time, the enemy had merged with the entire train.
“What’s meant to come will come.” Fang Bo knew the priority was to find the enemy’s actual body.
As for protecting the passengers…
“This is embarrassing.” Rengoku Kyojuro gripped his Nichirin Blade, emitting an aura like a blazing flame.
In the next second, his blade unsheathed, and a terrifyingly fast slash severed a group of tentacles.
Flame Breathing First Form: Unknowing Fire!
Gently gazing at the unconscious passengers, Kyojuro’s smile was filled with determination. “I won’t let anyone die.”
His resolve was commendable, but even he couldn’t guard all the carriages alone.
Seeing this, the weary Darren stepped forward. “I’ll stay here. You two handle the enemy.”
“Alright.”
Breaking Enmu’s dream likely drained his mental energy. He could rest during the upcoming battle.
Quietly taking out the headless puppet and summoning the hidden shikigami, Fang Bo and Ali jumped to the train’s roof.
Watching them leave, Darren took a deep breath, holding a few uniquely shaped shuriken.
“Rengoku-san, how about a little competition?”
“Hahaha, I accept!”
Meanwhile, on the train roof, the two encountered resistance.
“Been waiting for you.” A young man with short black hair blocked their path.
He had three scars on his face and sharp ears, and wore two golden earrings on each ear.
“It’s not that simple, huh.” Fang Bo sighed.
One Lower Moon wasn’t enough to balance Butterfly Hashira’s overwhelming power, so the space had arranged another formidable foe.
Lower Moon Three, Mukago!
The only Lower Moon dared to defy Muzan, even attempting to flee.
“Jason.” Ali cracked his knuckles, eyes fixed on the formidable enemy. “Leave him to me. Go deal with the dream maker.”
“Be careful.”
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