Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

Hamilton's proposal for this artificial person was—

to be transferred to the armor battalion, and not just any part, but the very core lineage of the true armor battalion.

To have the chance to be in contact with mecha, becoming a backup mech pilot!

Due to this newly created artificial person's outstanding combat achievements, even factions leaders like Hamilton, who were unwilling to recognize the equal status of artificial persons, had to admit the excellence of this individual.

Since this mission also failed to result in this artificial person's "sacrifice," they might as well stop targeting him.

If they couldn't prevent the opponent's promotion, better to completely make him one of their own with a decisive move.

Previously, Hamilton's targeting of Bai E remained almost entirely within the awareness of these top military officers; the soldier himself was actually completely unaware of it.

Therefore, even now, as they reversed their attitude and started to attract him, he himself should harbor no resentment.

Being transferred to the armor battalion was just a facade; everyone knew that the armor battalion was the exclusive domain of natural persons, and the occasional artificial persons transferred in were only fit for the most menial tasks in the battalion, absolutely unable to get in touch with the core Titan-class armament—combat mecha.

Now, allowing an artificial person to come into contact with this, was essentially granting him the identity of a natural person.

By giving an artificial person a public identity as a natural person, he could only be grateful.

Weslin, who had put down the proposal, had a thoughtful gleam in his eyes—

Hamilton's proposal might just be a fine reward...

Indeed, the identity of a natural person was actually the greatest reward for an artificial person.

This is class.

A person might easily acquire wealth and honor, but no matter how hard he tries, he can only be confined to a circle set at birth for his whole life.

Opportunities to cross class boundaries are rare, and each one is a tremendous opportunity.

If this artificial person warrior wasn't extraordinarily outstanding, and hadn't coincidentally achieved numerous actual combat records, this chance would never have fallen to him, it wouldn't even exist at all.

This reward... would truly show his favor towards him!

He was indispensable! Indispensable indeed!

It was settled then!

But the prerequisite was... that he had to successfully inject the Gene Optimization Solution.

After all, for artificial persons, that stuff was really a double-edged sword.

...

As dawn was just breaking, Bai E heard the call of the life officer outside the tent, "95B27!"

"Here!" A groggy Bai E had formed an instinct, with his eyes not yet open, his mouth had already responded.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Tidy up your personal hygiene, the marshal is looking for you."

"Yes, sir!"

Could it be the Gene Optimization Solution that was mentioned just last night? So early in the morning?

During his morning wash, Bai E felt a small anticipation.

He had been waiting for this thing for quite a while.

The route to withstand a nuclear bomb with one's body, as mentioned on the official game website, relied on this thing that could push the human body beyond its limits.

Perhaps with this injection of Optimization fluid, he would instantly become a saint, capable of nuclear-explosion palms and nuclear-bomb kicks, invincible in the world.

"Reporting, the individual has been brought here!"

The familiar laboratory was the same one Helen had used before.

Was it really happening?

Bai E's heart thumped with anticipation, only to be quickly restrained.

The Gene Optimization Solution! So close at hand!

"Go in," the officer leading the way gestured.

Hamilton nodded, "Yes, sir!"

He pushed the door open, the familiar white coats standing beside that familiar instrument.

But it wasn't Helen, it was some unfamiliar faces he had never seen before.

That made sense, given that Helen was a senior academician at the Scientific Research Institute; such grassroots work certainly didn't need her hands-on involvement.

Weslin was there too. Upon seeing Hamilton, a friendly smile appeared on his face, "Hamilton, come here."

"Marshal..."

Weslin gestured with his eyes to the three white coats who were busy preparing and explained, "About the Gene Optimization Solution I mentioned to you yesterday, I asked them to come early in the morning."

"Injecting the Optimization Fluid is a time-consuming and laborious task that needs to be done with caution and may take a long while," one of the white coats interjected to explain.

The face of a military marshal deserved cooperation, of course.

"Thank you, Marshal!"

"It's what you deserve..." Weslin said with a chuckle, waving his hand and turning to the three white coats preparing, "Are you ready?"

The fully armed personnel from the Scientific Research Institute nodded, "We're ready, Marshal."

"Then let's begin," Weslin said, looking back at Hamilton and patting him on the back, "Go on, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Hamilton obediently lay down on the familiar workbench, his body being inspected by the three white coats as if it were a corpse.

One of the white coats approached the area above Hamilton's head, looking down into his eyes and speaking to him.

"Before we actually start, there are some things about the Gene Optimization Solution that I need to make crystal clear to you."

"What's happening now is not the real injection; we're collecting your bodily data. Only once we verify through the data that your body is sufficiently prepared can we begin the actual injection. Of course, whether your body is 'prepared' is not for us to say, nor is it for you to decide—it all depends on the data.

If we judge that your body isn't ready for the injection right now, we will provide you with a three to seven-day period of conditioning."

Strange, cold sensations touched up and down his body, as if sharp objects were touching or piercing his skin, but it didn't hurt.

Hamilton didn't utter a word or look down, simply nodding to show he had heard.

"Generally, there's no need to worry, ninety percent of our soldiers can receive the injection directly," Weslin reassured with a smile, speaking from experience.

"Hmm..." the white coat nodded in agreement with Weslin's statement, continuing to explain to Hamilton, "Even with the injection, I must make something clear to you—"

"Your artificial human genes contain interspecies elements. As Number 95 from the artificial human production line, your genes naturally have a part of the orc... The Gene Optimization Solution suited to you also contains this component. After the injection, your genes may express differently."

"It may remain unchanged; or it could be that your human genes dominate and start to expel the interspecies genes, though this is a slim possibility; more likely, the interspecies genes start to spread widely and take over. If the orc genes completely dominate your body, then I'm sorry... your fate will only be to be utterly abandoned."

Interspecies genes are inherently dominant and aggressive compared to human genes.

This is the fundamental reason why the military rarely issues Gene Optimization Solutions to artificial humans.

Compared to natural humans, artificial humans born with interspecies blood inherently carry original sin.

The Optimization Fluid is more likely to amplify this original sin, not to mention the waste of precious resources; it may also create mutant species detrimental to humankind.

Only when the achievements of an artificial human are indeed too significant to overlook would one risk attempting injection.

"But you needn't worry too much... The next part of what I'm going to say may be a bit less 'scientific', or maybe less 'materialistic'... You might not fully understand, but you just need to remember— who you are is for you to decide."

The white coat above Hamilton's head looked into his eyes with a serious and earnest gaze, trying to make him fully grasp the gravity of his words, "Be firm in your humanity, be firm in your pride as a human being. All interspecies, will ultimately be eradicated from this planet!"

"Do you understand?"

Hamilton took a deep breath and replied with a heavy voice, "Understood."

He knew the risks the white coat was referring to. Enjoy new chapters from empire

It was the mutation risk indicated on the panel... medium.

Plus, the intrinsic flaws of artificial humans Helen had warned about before...

Everything converged at this moment.

In the process of enhancing themselves, the original sin from the birth of artificial humans would also grow and strengthen alongside individual development.

Which would prevail in the internal struggle between the genes of different species—those of humans or those of the orcs? No one could know before the answer revealed itself.