Creating God: Part 2

"What I need are experimental materials, not a damned daughter." The man stood outside the door, watching the blonde girl who tried to squeeze out a sweet smile as he whispered calmly.

Nurgana's genes were the first drop of blood he had extracted from the black box within the hidden room.

From that spot of blood, they had unexpectedly managed to nurture the girl.

But what everyone did not expect was that the girl seemed to only see the man alone.

So it was natural for her to take him as her father.

"Director, there isn't enough cerebrospinal fluid left. Can we take a little more?" A researcher approached and whispered.

"Yes, but the total amount cannot exceed one-third, or else her regeneration rate will be seriously affected." The man finally looked at the girl in the isolation room.

And she still maintained a radiant, sweet smile at him.

"Alright, don't bother me if there's nothing else." The man turned away and left.