Chapter 64 Nano Cells_1

More and more people fled into the building, zombies fearlessly charged forward, only to be turned into broken corpses by an invisible force, the bodies of the zombies piled up at the entrance, eventually sealing the door completely!

"Safe... safe..."

I pray that God will protect me from turning into a zombie.

A man knelt down, hands clasped in prayer, his calf scratched with a bloody gash from a zombie's nail that had yet to be discovered.

Two other people also knelt to pray, saying this was God's mercy.

Even those who did not believe, caught up in the atmosphere, knelt down one after another to make the same gesture.

This was the mentality of following the crowd.

This building had become the safest place for now.

Some tried to go upstairs but found that the security doors and elevator seemed to be broken and could not be opened, leaving them no choice but to stay on the first floor.

Qin Ming, of course, couldn't let them come up, as it would disrupt his own experiments.

There was no such thing as God's mercy; it was just that he had placed three high-frequency vibrating nanowires at the main entrance.

To stop these lesser zombies from disturbing his experiments at the building, incidentally saving Lao Hu and his family, the female investigator was a bonus, used to pass messages.

She had passed Qin Ming's test successfully. If she had not stepped forward, her robust body would have turned into the next experimental subject.

Qin Ming looked at his experimental subject, a researcher who had turned into a zombie.

It bared its teeth and claws, trying desperately to break free from the ropes, as Qin Ming broke down the NZT drug and administered it through the nose and mouth into its brain.

An hour later, the zombie was still displaying a lack of reason.

Indeed.

This was within Qin Ming's expectations; the brains of ordinary zombies had already been destroyed by the virus, leaving little hope that NZT could restore their intelligence.

When the virus attacked earlier, he had removed one of their face masks, inhaling airborne viruses, which was not the same as direct injection of the virus. A small amount of virus would first invade the nervous system, before fighting the body's immune system, which was also the reason for the decay of certain parts of most zombies' bodies—damage resulting from the "war" between virus and immune system tissue. Hence, they had an innate craving for flesh and blood, for it was the best nourishment for repairing their bodies.

When overwhelmed by a massive amount of virus, the immune system had no time to react, the body was completely occupied by the virus, turning into the nobility among zombies, also known as "Corpse Ghosts."

The turmoil outside continued, but Qin Ming inside the building was unaffected, systematically conducting his research in the lab, tubes and machines operating ceaselessly as if hundreds of researchers were at work.

This was Qin Ming's multitasking operation.

With the knowledge accumulated from the previous two worlds plus the research facility's data, he soon cultivated the enhanced C-virus in a petri dish and successfully developed a viral serum.

Qin Ming's Telekinetic Field allowed him to observe that upon invasion of cells by this C-virus, compared to regular C-virus, there were more intense changes in cell morphology—the cells became larger, thicker, longer, and grew numerous tentacle-like fibers, absorbing the nutrients in the petri dish and proliferating wildly.

In no time, a cell turned into a writhing black mass of flesh, which ceased to grow after exhausting all the nutrients.

The more Qin Ming looked, the more familiar it seemed,

Wasn't this just like the cancer cells he had in his body before? But this was even more carcinogenic than cancer cells!

He wanted to experiment with this inside a human body for a more direct observation.

He had no mercy for these researchers who had abetted evil.

With telekinesis, he stuffed the mass of flesh into the throat of a researcher.

A few seconds later, the researcher's body began to tremble, and then started to shake violently, his mouth making choked noises as if someone was being strangled to death.

On a cellular level, millions of virus particles followed the circulatory system, invaded cells as if sweeping away decay, causing mutations even faster through direct injection. The human cells occupied by the virus mutated and began to extract nutrients from the blood, dividing wildly like cancer cells. The damaged nerve cells started to grow back, and the muscle cells became finer and longer.

Visually, his body began to swell and even Black tendril-like tentacles emerged, beginning to absorb all organic matter around him.

The researchers nearby were terrified, but they were unable to move, only able to let out piercing screams.

Ah!!!

The thick tentacles showed no mercy as they pierced through, and within minutes, the researchers were devoured completely, leaving only their skeletons behind.

The researcher who had once looked human, after absorbing the flesh and blood of others, had lost all human features completely. He mutated into a gigantic meatball almost reaching the ceiling, with a human face and densely packed tentacles writhing like a deity from Cthulhu mythology.

The meatball bristling with tentacles was odd in appearance; even the female reporter couldn't bring herself to strike it.

How to absorb the human body, how to mutate into a meatball, the drastic genetic changes were beyond Qin Ming's observation, but he was clear about the cellular changes.

He had to admit, the enhanced C virus was indeed impressive, capable of transforming a person like magic, changing them into an entirely different organism from the genetic level. Zombies, compared to this, could be considered cute.

Gazing at the tumor-like meatball before him, Qin Ming couldn't help but exclaim,

"Pretty ugly."

To kill a man, one must also kill his heart, and the human face embedded in the meatball seemed to still possess some reason.

"It's you who turned me into this!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The black tentacles swung violently, slashing towards him.

With a thought, Qin Ming activated his Telekinesis, and nanowires in the air swiftly severed the attacking tentacles, which fell to the ground and wriggled like little snakes.

The two nanowires began to slice back and forth, and the high-frequency vibrating nanowires, resonating tens of thousands of times, actually felt a hint of resistance, as if cutting through tofu had turned into slicing fruit.

The meatball didn't die immediately; it stood motionless, its powerful regenerative abilities after mutation allowing it to withstand the damage from the nanowires.

Seeing this, Qin Ming controlled several more nanowires to join the cutting, vibrating them up and down like quivering guitar strings. As the vibrations grew more intense, the meatball's shape began to warp and twist, until finally, its regenerative speed couldn't keep up with the destruction, and it collapsed into thousands of chunks of flesh scattered across the lab.

Qin Ming was the only organic being left in the vicinity, and the chunks of flesh on the ground writhed instinctively, trying to approach him.

Such strong vitality.

Qin Ming frowned, and with a burst of Telekinesis, disintegrated the chunks of flesh at a cellular level, leaving only one piece.

This meatball monster was no ordinary being; a regular person would struggle to kill it without heavy firepower. In a less advanced age, it might even have brought about the end of the world, and even in modern times, given the chance to grow, it could believe it might destroy an entire city.

He sliced this piece of flesh into thin sections with nanowires and placed them under an ultra-high-resolution fluorescence microscope, which could break the limits of conventional optical microscopy, achieving 60 nanometer resolution.

To his amazement, Qin Ming discovered that the interior of these cells exhibited a fascinating structure, resembling nano "Flying Blades".

Their lattice-like skeleton had been altered, seemingly greatly strengthened, and the collagen proteins involved in intercellular connections had also mutated accordingly.

However, without a cryo-electron microscope, Qin Ming could not ascertain the structure of the collagen proteins.

No wonder when he was cutting with the nanowires earlier, he had felt as if he were slicing through titanium alloy.

Could such refined structures really arise from a short-term mutation?

Qin Ming felt a bit skeptical.

It was a little too coincidental. The origin of the C virus came from the progenitor virus, he thought; he would definitely have to visit Africa to see the Sun Ladder, to find out whether the birthplace of the progenitor virus held any other unknown secrets.