11 Chapter 11: I Disagree

Tungus couldn't understand why, despite all the discussions, the conclusion reached by the various countries was to dismember the extraterrestrial.

Wasn't it good to keep the extraterrestrial alive? It represented an endless source of cellular enhancement fluid, formidable superhuman abilities, and the key to entering the era of superhumans.

As long as the extraterrestrial existed, it was a new phase of human evolution! So, why did they want to dismember it? Were they dividing it like a piece of pork? Tungus was truly baffled.

He should have been the pioneer of the superhuman era, erecting a monument to himself for future generations of humanity to admire.

But unfortunately, his incorrect assessment of the political dynamics between nations and their fear of the United States turned Tungus' dream of being the pioneer of the superhuman era into a failure.

"What a shame."

Tungus shook his head, feeling a slight sense of regret. After all, he hadn't put in as much effort into research as someone like Cery. Most of these achievements could be considered stolen from Cery, and not maximizing their potential was a minor regret.

In a large conference room capable of seating at least thirty people, another meeting was underway for summarizing biomedical research.

"Professor, they're here," Tungus's assistant informed him.

The heads of the biomedical teams from 21 countries filed into the meeting room, wearing expressions of excitement followed by weariness. Each of them took their seats.

And there was one special person.

Cery strode in with large steps, full of energy. Her jet-black hair was gathered into a large bun at the back of her head, with a few strands cascading down her fair and slender neck.

She always regarded everyone else with disdain, marching directly to a seat across from Tungus, crossing her arms beneath the prominent peaks formed by her gray sweater. Her right index finger tapped impatiently on her arm, and her icy demeanor exuded impatience.

A group of people who couldn't even add up to her own capabilities made her wonder why they had to hold so many meetings.

Actually, no one had informed Cery about the meeting. She knew, though, that even if she could command the biomedical team to produce results by force, it was best to be aware of their next plans.

So, even though no one had invited her, Cery forcefully inserted herself into the meeting using her overwhelming power.

"Old man, if you have something to say, say it quickly," Cery said as she sat down. She was visibly impatient, feeling irritated by these meetings she had to attend.

Tungus glanced at Cery, but at this moment, he had no thoughts about her. His only focus was on completing the task at hand.

His gaze started to sweep over several people who were smiling, unsatisfied with Tungus's leadership, and were watching him as if he were a joke.

*Knock, knock.*

Tungus used his hand to knock twice on the brown wooden tabletop, creating a dull, wooden sound. When everyone's attention turned to him, he began to rub the pristine documents in his hands and spoke in a solemn tone, "I assume you've all received the task assigned by your respective countries."

The atmosphere instantly turned serious and solemn. Everyone instinctively straightened their spines.

Those who were prepared to see Tungus fail, those who were dissatisfied with Tungus taking the lead, all lost their interest in seeing Tungus as a joke at this moment. Their expressions became grave and professional.

Only Cery remained clueless. She didn't belong to the American biomedical team led by Tungus; instead, she was a skilled biologist working at the Anchorage base. She had forcefully inserted herself into the team, so she didn't know about any tasks assigned by higher-ups.

This was also why Cery had joined this meeting.

"We have one hour to come up with a concrete plan for the dismemberment of the extraterrestrial's body," Tungus said in a deep voice.

Cery felt like she had stepped into a bizarre and bewildering legend come to life, her eyes filled with an incredulous expression.

That was an endless source of eternal life, and those people above were actually willing to kill it?

A surge of anger erupted from Cery's heart, and her blood flowed rapidly through every vein in her body, carrying the flames of anger. Her body seemed to burn with fury.

The graceful swan-like curve of her neck was marred by protruding blue veins, and her icy complexion suddenly turned crimson, as if blood were about to burst from her pores. Her pupils widened alarmingly.

*Bang!*

Cery slapped the table with both hands, reddening them as she abruptly stood up, her voice piercing and sharp.

"I disagree!"

Her gaze was terrifying, a mixture of contempt and a complete disregard for life, more frightening than a rampaging lioness. Some strands of hair dangled from her large bun, casting a grim and frenzied shadow on her face, which was now reddened as if it would burst with fresh blood.

The people in the meeting were startled by Cery's sudden outburst. Those who were closer to her felt their hearts race and hurriedly moved away, as Cery was genuinely terrifying.

Tungus's face twitched, and his neck stiffened as he suddenly remembered something terrible—the humiliation he had suffered when Cery had smacked him in the face with a folding chair. The memory of that disgrace resurfaced in his mind.

"This is a decision made collectively by all countries..."

The deeply buried memory of humiliation resurfaced once again, and Tungus unconsciously glanced at the chair. How could it be another folding chair? His heart started to race.

"You dare to suggest this? I'll kill you!"

Cery, fierce as a raging dinosaur, immediately grabbed the folding chair behind her and swung it at Tungus.

Tungus had already been frightened when Cery started speaking, and he quickly ducked under the table. He could feel the force of Cery's chair-swings, and his heart pounded as he narrowly avoided a headshot.

Cery grabbed another folding chair, took three steps, and caught up with Tungus, who was trying to hide behind the table. Seeing that Tungus was about to crawl under the table to escape, she lifted the folding chair and smacked him on the rear, causing Tungus to scream in pain.

The people around were left dumbfounded. They had never expected Cery to explode like this.

It wasn't until Tungus had been smacked twice, hidden under the table, that he realized with horror the impending danger. He was on the verge of being decapitated by the flying chair.

"Stop her! Cery's gone mad!" Tungus's assistant reacted first, shouting and rushing to restrain Cery.

Others quickly followed suit, restraining Cery who was filled with towering rage. They called for soldiers outside to completely subdue her. Only then did Tungus, nursing his sore behind, crawl out from under the table.

"Tungus, how dare you make such a suggestion! I'll kill you, kill you!"

Cery was thrown outside by the soldiers, her slender legs splayed as she fell to the ground. Her face was drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Her chest heaved uncontrollably, and her gaze still bore a dangerous anger.

She knew that the decision to dismember the extraterrestrial had already been collectively made by all nations. There was nothing she could change.

But she was still furious, driven to madness by the thought that Tungus had used her cellular enhancement fluid to produce such a result in his report. She was seething with anger.

In a desperate attempt to save the extraterrestrial, she used the lifelong research she had conducted to create a modified enhancement fluid, combining it with the extraterrestrial's cells to create a cell enhancement solution.

Those disgusting old men were trying to hold onto power until their last breath, right? She had thought she could use the extraterrestrial's life as leverage, but instead, it had accelerated events in the opposite direction.

Seven years ago, she should have created a gene bomb that would wipe out the entire Tungus family lineage, then released it into the Cambridge City reservoir, ensuring that the Tungus family was eradicated. This would have spared her the current seething rage.

Cery thought madly, took a moment to compose herself, and then licked her lips. She pressed her swollen hand and noticed a small wound between her slender, pale fingers, oozing a little blood. She shook her hand to rid it of the blood, not caring about her disheveled hair, and turned to leave.

Directly, she entered the treatment room, where she saw H'el lying on the steel operating table, and suddenly lost her composure. Her eyes were filled with deep helplessness and regret.

Cery propped her slender legs on the nearby round stool, sitting down beside H'el head, silently watching him.

"Have you actually been awake for a while?" Cery longingly gazed at H'el's profile.

"Sorry, I couldn't save you."

"What a perfect body you have... You are a creation of heaven, whether you are a demon or an angel, it doesn't matter!"

"This world is so terrible, and you are so perfect."

"You are so perfect that if I could be with you, no one would dare to catch my attention. I could laugh freely and kill those who cast improper glances, gaining my freedom from beneath you."

"I am so useful, and you are so powerful. We should have been a match made in heaven."

Cery's bloodstained fingertips lightly traced H'el's chest, carried by a sense of despair, she conveyed her desire to escape from this hopeless societal cage.

Her fingertips gently touched H'el's shoulder, neck, and face. She murmured her desires with a tone of despair.

Time passed, and she continued, "You were meant to rule the world instinctively."

"And I could be by your side."

Cery, exhausted, closed her eyes, and brought her nose to H'el's neck, inhaling his scent deeply.

"Soldiers, quickly pull her away, this mad woman is licking the research specimen!"

Tungus and the others, who had already discussed the dismemberment plan, arrived with many experts in the field of biomedical research. They were alarmed to find Cery engaging in such a bizarre behavior and called for soldiers.

Tungus's heart raced.

Each part of the extraterrestrial research specimen had been 'reserved' by different countries.

If any part was damaged or missing, he wouldn't be able to escape the consequences.

"Take her to solitary confinement!" Tungus shouted angrily. "How dare you do these perverse things!"

"Is that so? Let me go! I can be even more perverse!"

Cery screamed like a madwoman, losing her sanity. She struggled under the restraint of two strong soldiers, her face filled with resentment and anguish as she looked back at H'el. Her gaze gradually drifted away until it turned the corner, and she could no longer see H'el as she was dragged away to solitary confinement.

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A/N: Give all your stones, please... 

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