I synthesized the whole world

Bang!

Crack!

The red stone exploded.

It was a flawed person who smashed Valente's head with the broken stone in his hand.

Valente had no expression, and the stone did not cause any harm to him, but left some debris and a shallow white mark on his head.

On the back, many flawed people held the stones tightly.

The master and his apprentice knelt like that, facing thousands of flawed people.

If they were evil and treacherous, this scene would not have happened at all, they would have run away and disappeared without a trace.

Because of the conscience in their hearts, it turned into a huge self-blame.

So, they put aside all their thoughts and quietly waited for the final punishment.

There is a saying that is not very appropriate, but it is quite appropriate.

——Good people don't last long, bad people live for a thousand years.

"That's enough."

It was Cheng Qi who slowly walked out of the gap in the city wall and looked at the group of flawed people, "Stop fighting."

The flawed person at the front stopped his arm in the air and did not continue to smash down.

Cheng Qi's words had a little weight among the flawed people.

Because not long ago, Cheng Qi's garbage starship landed in the valley and brought them a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables.

Zheng Baige frowned, "What are you doing here, leave quickly!"

Valente looked unfriendly, and looked at Cheng Qi with eyes like fire, "What else do you want?!"

Cheng Qi did not waste any words, and turned his hand, and a black test tube appeared in his palm. He stretched his palm in front of Valente, "[Valente Fantasy Potion]."

As soon as these words came out.

The whole audience was silent.

Valente's pupils shrank instantly.

"Haha..."

But after just a few seconds, Valente laughed absurdly, "Haha...haha...are you crazy or am I crazy? You stayed in my laboratory for more than ten minutes and took out the [Valente Fantasy Potion]? Haha..."

But Cheng Qi looked calm, raised his hand, and took out a device with a small screen at the tail and a thin steel needle at the tip.

"This is a drug component detector, you can measure the data yourself."

Cheng Qi said slowly: "As a genius pharmacist, you will definitely see the results at a glance."

Valente was stunned, "Is this the equipment in my laboratory? Why haven't I seen it?"

Cheng Qi smiled, "I made a small upgrade to it."

Valente was stunned.

He glanced at the unreliable device in Cheng Qi's hand, and then at the ordinary drug test tube.

"Hahaha!"

Valente started laughing ridiculously again, "How is it possible? How is it possible? I have spent my entire life's knowledge and countless resources to get the potion that I cannot touch. How can you, a young man from a garbage earth,...!"

Valente suddenly choked back the second half of his sentence and became extremely quiet. He stared at Cheng Qi's pupils with wide eyes.

There was still half a gray circle in Cheng Qi's pupils, which was the characteristic of defective genes or gene failures.

But at this time.

The half circle in Cheng Qi's eyes was actually covered with fine cracks.

In fact.

Cheng Qi's 'genetic crit' has not ended yet, and the shocking loud noise in his head has been continuing. He walked out early because he was afraid that Valente, Zheng Baige and others would really be beaten to death by the defectives.

Valente stared wide-eyed.

He found that not only were the gray semicircles of Cheng Qi's pupils full of cracks, but also that in the depths of the pupils, there were faint golden halos.

Because the pupils were too small, Valente had to use all his eyesight to count them one by one, "1...2...3...4..."

But before he finished counting, the light of those halos intensified a little, intertwined, and could not be distinguished.

Valente was completely shocked.

He stuttered a little, "What on earth did you do, or what potion did you make!"

This was something Valente couldn't believe. Cheng Qi must have taken something. The signs were obvious. What potion could allow a person to transform directly from a defective gene to a high-level gene person?

These, in Valente's knowledge and experience, were impossible!

But Cheng Qi pushed the black test tube in his hand forward again, and said with a burning look: "Test."

Valente's heart suddenly twitched!

If Cheng Qi really has the ability to turn decay into magic, then...!

Valente was still kneeling on the ground, his arms trembling, picking up Cheng Qi's test instrument, opening the test tube, slowly inserting it into the tester, and letting the probe touch the original liquid of the medicine.

The next moment.

On the screen above the tester, a large amount of data appeared, and in the blue interface, white charactersScrolling quickly, there are extremely complex chemical formulas and a lot of text annotations.

The characters scroll very fast.

If it were someone else, let alone understand it, it would be a problem whether they could even see it clearly.

But Valente was motionless, his face was illuminated by the screen, and his pupils were jumping rapidly. He deserves the name of a genius. He can obviously see it clearly, understand it, and digest it!

After a full minute and a half, the data finally scrolled to the end, the screen stopped flashing, and the words "review" appeared on the top, but Valente did not click it, but turned into a clay sculpture.

Cheng Qi raised his hand and took the potion back from Valente.

Without asking, Cheng Qi also knew that Valente had identified the authenticity of the potion.

Crius pursed his pale, cracked lips and called out softly, "Teacher...?"

Valente was kneeling on the ground, his hands still holding the potion, and the wind with red sand blew his white hair, shaking it slightly.

Zheng Baige also looked worried, "Teacher..."

"Woo woo woo..."

Valente, who was frozen in place, suddenly cried, and his tears burst out in an instant.

He suddenly fell on his back, in the shape of a "big" character, facing the red sky, and his crying became louder and louder.

On his face, the soil and tears mixed together to form dark red mud. He wiped it with his sleeve, and his whole face became even more turbid.

"Woo woo woo..."

New tears washed away the mud, leaving traces on his face.

Valente recalled his infinite glory in the black market.

He recalled the self who had rejected the invitation of the Galaxy Science Alliance and was proud of his talent.

He also recalled the self who had just established the Gene City and was full of vigor.

And the self who had just developed the prototype of [Valente Fantasy Potion] and jumped three feet high.

"Woo woo woo..."

Valente, a man close to 70 years old, cried more miserably.

He recalled the first and only large-scale test of the fantasy potion, when it was crowded and scrambled.

Then, faces appeared in his eyes. They were the first group of humans who became skinny and had severe brain edema due to the sequelae of the fantasy potion.

Then, these people died one after another, and the scene was miserable.

Valente stood up, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head on the stone in front of him again and again. Even though he was physically strong, this time he finally knocked out blood, which mixed with tears and mud.

"Woo woo woo..."

In the past few years.

As the waste uncle, he lived among the defectives, trying to find a cure by observing their symptoms, but all the experiments failed, whether 100 or 200 times.

As the waste uncle, he watched his student Zheng Baige from afar, secretly distributing painkillers to the defective children, and watched Zheng Baige become thinner day by day.

As the waste uncle, he also secretly observed the number of customer starships in the atmosphere, and knew very well that the customers were decreasing day by day. In the end, there were almost no customers in the Gene City.

He knew that he could not die, but he still used various "suicides" every day to relieve his guilt.

All of this was because of him.

It was all because of the gene potion in his fantasy!

Once, he had made an unshakable conclusion that [Valente Fantasy Potion]... absolutely did not exist!

But.

He just saw it.

He saw clearly that what Cheng Qi had in his hand was the [Valente Fantasy Potion] he had always dreamed of!

Now he clearly had the potion.

But for some reason, he just couldn't suppress his emotions and couldn't suppress his crying.

"Woo woo woo..."

Valente curled up on the ground, his forehead pressed against the soil, pulling his hair, his throat hoarse from crying.

He gradually understood.

Once, he made a failed fantasy potion, causing five thousand people to fall into hell, which was a huge mistake.

If [Valente Fantasy Potion] really didn't exist, it would be fine.

No one in this world can make [Valente Fantasy Potion]. As long as you touch it, you will inevitably make mistakes!

But now, the real [Valente Fantasy Potion] has appeared, which means that the beautiful dream that he denied... does exist, but he has no ability to touch it. This makes him lose his last excuse, and self-blame is like a huge wave, drowning everything.

Why didn't it appear earlier?

Or, it's OK if I never thought of making this potion!

We thought that he had found an outlet for his emotions at this moment.

But in reality, his emotions became more complicated at this moment.

Valente suddenly raised his head, looked at the blood-red sun in the sky, and let out a heart-wrenching cry.