The First Evolution

Immediately afterward, a voice came from his ear, it was Victor Frankstein’s,

“Next, start the spiritual connection.”

After this voice came, Fang Linyan’s heart was excited, then he felt that something was amiss! Because he found out that there were tiny bubbles floating in front of his eyes as if he was underwater, but his breathing was surprisingly smooth.

Immediately afterward, he realized that his field of vision became unusually wide. If a normal human’s field of vision was 180 degrees, his field of vision at the time was at least 300 degrees! The only blind spot was the small area behind the back of his head.

Then Fang Linyan saw his raised hands… It was a pair of distorted sharp blades!

“Damn, it’s connected so quickly?” Fang Linyan expressed his shock, “Victor Frankstein is something!”

He began to try climbing out of the pool when he realized he was in a twenty-square-meter stone room. Most of the space was occupied up by the pool that he climbed out of.

There was a mirror next to it. Fang Linyan crawled over to the mirror and instantly saw the monster on the reflection.

However, since he had close contact dealing with this experimental “Finx” body previously, he accepted this new image effortlessly. Wasn’t it just a hybrid of a mantis, a locust, and a cockroach?

In short, it felt like a mecha suit or tank to Fang Linyan. Of course, it was of the higher-end model.

According to his speculations, this thing was made with the mix of natural science, alchemy, and magic by the talented Victor Frankenstein in his pinnacle.

The reason why it had the hexagram in its abdomen similar to Father Turks was that Father Turks was too weak. This hexagram was a strengthening magic circle to lessen his burden when connecting to Finx and entering the state faster.

But right now, Fang Linyan’s spirit was far higher than Father Turks’, so of course, there was no need for that.

Then Victor Frankenstein’s voice sounded in Fang Linyan’s ears,

“If you feel that something is wrong, stretch out both of your knife feet now so that I can solve them for you in the first moment. Very good, there seem to be no issues. Try to push the door in front of you and exit. “

Fang Linyan did as he was told and left the room, then found that the door he pushed open had disappeared. Behind him was an ordinary-looking stone pillar. This must be a very clever magic concealment trick.

His surrounding was a bit eerie because, on both sides of the simple long passage, there were countless little grids that looked like honeycombs made of stone stacked together. Every grid was filled with a bundle — They were all corpses wrapped in shrouds!

Some of these corpses had already turned into white bones while others were still rotting, so a terrible smell filled the air.

To a living person, this smelled like hell. But to hungry cats, dogs, and critters like rats, this would probably be a canteen where they would occasionally eat a feast.

This was London’s underground cemetery.

As early as the mid-eighteenth century, the Romans founded this sprawling city when its population was more than 1.5 million people.

In the heyday of the Empire where the sun never set, wealth from all over the world was gathered here. However, while there were many rich people here, there were more poor people. The poor didn’t have a burial ground, so the church and government decided to unite and do something for the welfare of these people by giving them a proper burial.

These free cemeteries that were dug out of the ground were where more than 70% of the people of London resided after death. Some peoples’ families up to 3 to 4 generations would be buried here. They might not get along while they were alive, but they would be each others’ company after death.

Of course, more importantly, the church had more authority over life and death. A child must be baptized after birth, and a priest must be the one to direct a funeral. In fact, the closer a cemetery was to a church, the better.

Therefore, with Archbishop Molegni’s current power, nobody would know if he tampered with the church’s cemetery.

About 20 meters ahead, the narrow tomb passage suddenly widened, and a rather spacious hall appeared. This was the intersection of London’s unique underground pipe network. The tomb passage, abandoned subway passages, and the sewers were intertwined here.

Fang Linyan got Victor Frankenstein’s instructions here on how to control Finx’s body by doing basic actions such as attacks, defense, fast attacks, and running. He also taught Fang Linyan some attacks that defied the instinctive way that humans thought.

For example, Finx’s tail was poisonous, so there was an attack mode to stab the enemy’s buttocks — if humans used such an attack, undoubtedly, the enemy would laugh and the gays would cheer.

However, this Finx was produced a year ago, so it wasn’t as powerful as the one that Father Turks controlled, nor did it have attacks like light refraction and sonic attacks.

While doing these tests, Fang Linyan gradually immersed himself into it because he realized the Finx he controlled was amazing. Its instantaneous bursts of speed were difficult for people to see with the naked eye. According to his deduction, this thing’s agility value was probably above 30.

Not only that, this monster could perform odd movements that humans couldn’t achieve, and the wings on its back could be used to glide. Although it only had two attack methods of either a knife strike or a poison needle stab, its speed was unmatched.

In particular, Finx fought in the dark. Its specially modified compound eyes were not affected by the darkness in the slightest. It could even increase its combat effectiveness by 10% more.

Finx could also switch between 2 forms. One was a human that walks upright, similar to the way a praying mantis stood upright when provoked. With this form, it would seem like an ordinary human when it wore a black cloak and masks when walking at night. But it was difficult to use the poison needle in this form. The other form was its original insect form.

Of course, this creature had a weak defense. This was something that couldn’t be helped as nothing was perfect in this world.

However, Dr. Victor Frankenstein was even more involved. He had already been writing down various parameters in a notebook beside him. Sometimes, he would make some surprising noises while writing! Sometimes he would shake his head and sigh as if expressing

“Why didn’t I think of this sooner”.

5 minutes after getting used to the new toy, the joint trial badge hanging from Fang Linyan’s neck trembled again. The belated prompt appeared on his retinas.

“Contestant ZB419, you are currently in the process of controlling the primitive biological weapon Finx.”

“Finx currently has 732 bio-energy. Moving, attacking, or being injured will reduce bio-energy. Once the bio-energy in its body drops below 20%, its self-consciousness will wake up because of fear, and you will fall into a state of chaos. Your spirit will permanently drop 1-3 points.”

“Once Finx is killed in the connected state, and the neural connection between you is unprotected, then you will be in a state of heavy spiritual damage. Your spirit will permanently drop by 3-5 points.”

“Your current state can’t support long-term spirit connection, and this kind of biological weapon is still quite primitive, so the connection time should not exceed 3 hours, otherwise your maximum MP will permanently drop by 10 points. For every 10 minutes of connection after that, your maximum MP will be permanently reduced by 5 points.”

“…….”

Looking at the above series of prompts, Fang Linyan only felt that his face was turning greem. He was so naive to think that it was just a game! Now it seemed that if he didn’t pay close attention, he would be paying dearly because the penalties would be permanent. This was too fucked up.

Looking at the countdown of 168 minutes and 36 seconds, he rushed forward like a bunny with its tail set on fire.

Of course, to Victor Frankenstein, he seemed excited and eager to try.

After surfacing, Viktor Frankenstein was only responsible for the research and recording data, so Father Turks was there to support. Although his spirit seemed terrible, he was in charge of communicating with Fang Linyan and navigating him.

This time Fang Linyan had 2 tasks.

The first was to conduct the routine patrols first, then go around the bars and dance venues around the Whitechapel area to see if there were any newly infected people.

The second was that after the investigation was completed, time would be around 1-2 am, then it was time to “purify” the poor dancer Lisa.

Soon, under Turks’ instructions, Fang Linyan first did the routine patrol, going to a bar called Blue Moon and then to the next one. Finally, a “C” shape was perfectly formed on the map! There were absolutely no detours, which could be deemed the most laborious task.

But after pondering for a while, Fang Linyan asked Turks,

“How long have you been doing this regular pattern?”

Turks was stunned for a moment, then said blankly,

“7 or 8 times?”

Fang Linyan sighed and said,

“Your luck is really good. Let’s be honest, you could count with your 5 fingers to see how many people are looking to kick your ass! “

“The dark wizards of the Death Eaters, Scotland Yard, the victims, those homeless bounty hunters, and us outsiders from the Himalayas.”

“If I guessed correctly, you must have stayed in the place where you were attacked today at least 7 or 8 times.”

“Father Turks, your course of action is like signing papers at work. I believe that other people would have already figured you out. If it wasn’t because of this powerful creature that Mr. Victor created, you wouldn’t be caught only until today. You need to change your rigid way of thinking!”