Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 431 – Your Life’s Work is Now Mine

Lin Fan swept his gaze across the room.

Over a hundred researchers sat obediently at their workstations, breathing evenly, eyes staring blankly ahead.

The charm effect was working well enough.

But it wouldn’t hold for long.

These people—Chen Dingjun had handpicked them to work ten thousand meters beneath the sea—had sharper minds than most. Working day in and day out with high-energy experimental equipment had hardened their cerebral cortices against interference far beyond any of the survivors on the surface.

Once the charm wore off, their first instinct would be to slam the alarm.

Time to bring out the heavy artillery.

Lin Fan pulled two glass bottles from System Space.

They weren’t large, each holding a clear liquid that gave off a faint, sweet fragrance.

Energy Potion Concentrate.

The undiluted version.

The energy potions in the white jade pool at Azurewood City’s plaza were diluted dozens of times with clean water.

And at that concentration, they’d already driven an entire city mad.

As for what these two bottles of concentrate could do…

To these ordinary researchers, it would be like dropping a nuclear bomb on a beginner’s village.

Lin Fan pulled out the stoppers.

His Mental Strength coalesced into invisible threads, lifting two streams of faintly glowing green liquid into the air.

The liquid was evenly divided into over a hundred tiny droplets, each about the size of a soybean.

That was enough.

“Open your mouths.”

The Siren’s Voice took hold.

All hundred-plus researchers raised their heads in unison, mouths opening wide.

Every movement identical.

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Lin Fan flicked his fingers.

Over a hundred emerald droplets landed precisely in each person’s mouth.

The reaction came fast.

The middle-aged male researcher in the front row was the first to stir.

His body trembled.

The hazy fog of charm faded from his eyes.

But what surged up in its place was something deeper than charm.

Not the dull obedience of being controlled.

It was faith.

The Mental Imprint carried within the Energy Potion seeped through his bloodstream into every brain cell, etching two characters into the deepest layer of his subconscious.

Lei Li.

The middle-aged researcher’s eyes reddened.

His legs gave out, and his whole body began to crumple toward the floor.

The same reaction spread across the entire laboratory.

Some wept. Some clasped their hands in prayer. Others dropped straight to their knees.

Thirty seconds, start to finish.

All one hundred and seventeen of the Federation’s top scientific minds were now woven into Lin Fan’s faith network.

“Get up.” Lin Fan tossed the empty bottles back into System Space. “All this sniveling—what kind of spectacle is that?”

The researchers wiped their tears and stood at attention.

They hadn’t lost an ounce of professional competence—their logical thinking remained crystal clear.

It was just that on the level of faith, they were now welded shut.

Lin Fan scanned the crowd and found the female researcher who’d first spotted him.

“What’s your name?”

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“Song… Song Qing.” Her voice still trembled slightly. “Chief Bioengineer.”

“How many combat-capable personnel does the base have right now?”

“Eight hundred permanent armed guards. Counting patrol and rapid-response units, around twelve hundred.” Song Qing paused. “But Chen… Chen Dingjun took two hundred elites with him half an hour ago, along with the Zero experimental subject.”

“The remaining thousand—what ranks?”

“Mostly level three to four. The twelve squad leaders are level five.”

Lin Fan listened, then shifted his gaze to the dense rows of cultivation tanks lining the wall.

“Those things in there—you can control them, right?”

“Fine. I have the authority over the control chips.” Song Qing wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, her speech quickening. “But if we wake up this many chimeras at once without stabilizers, they’ll go into a fifteen-to-twenty-minute berserk phase once they’re awake…”

“No stabilizers needed.”

Song Qing’s lips moved slightly.

She understood.

The berserk phase—perfect timing.

“Wake up all the males and the females below level six.” Lin Fan spat out each word. “Drain the nutrient fluid, open the incubation tanks. Let these things clear out Chen Dingjun’s people in the base.”

Song Qing’s hands were trembling, but her voice held steady.

“What about the guards… do we spare them?”

“Anyone Chen Dingjun sent to the bottom of a ten-thousand-meter sea—none of them have clean hands.”

“…Understood.”

Song Qing turned and strode quickly to the main console.

Lin Fan glanced at the researchers standing obediently in place with devout expressions, then walked over to the wall.

Over fifteen hundred incubation tanks.

He scanned them one by one.

Serpent-folk chimera, mid level five.

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Bear-folk chimera, early level six.

Bird-folk chimera, mid level five.

Chen Dingjun had scraped together genetic samples from every race, clean as a whistle.

“System.”

[Here.]

“Mark all female experimental subjects above level six.”

The system paused for less than a second.

[Marked. Total eligible female experimental subjects: 117.]

One hundred and seventeen.

Lin Fan clicked his tongue.

“Chen Dingjun, Chen Dingjun—you really are my living money tree.”

From the other side came the sharp screech of machinery.

Song Qing had initiated the awakening sequence.

The shells of several hundred incubation tanks popped open simultaneously.

Blue nutrient fluid gushed out in torrents, pooling across the floor into a vast expanse of shallow, pale-blue puddles.

Naked chimeras tumbled out of the tanks.

Some lay on the ground retching, others threw their heads back and howled, limbs twitching uncontrollably.

The first to rise was a male chimera—a frame over three meters tall that sent the laboratory door flying clean off its hinges, frame and all, as he charged into the corridor.

Two seconds later, gunfire rang out in the distance.

Then screams.

Then the sound of metal being torn apart with bare hands.

More chimeras woke up in succession.

Song Qing stood at the main console, fingers flying across the keyboard, issuing attack commands through the chips to these creatures.

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On the thermal imaging screen, orange-red figures surged from the experimental zone toward the living quarters and command center.

The base’s alarm finally went off.

But it was already too late.

These things were built for war in the first place.

With the bloodlust of the berserk state combined with the precise navigation of the control chips, the level three-to-four armed guards were about as sturdy as paper in front of them.

Once the commotion outside gradually died down, Lin Fan walked back to the row of marked incubation tanks.

One hundred and seventeen female experimental subjects above level six, soaking quietly in their nutrient fluid.

Lin Fan straightened up from beside the pillar.

He walked barefoot to the wall where the tanks were packed most densely.

“Song Qing.”

“Here!”

“Drain the nutrient fluid from all one hundred and seventeen of these tanks.” Lin Fan stretched lazily. “Then take your people out and take full control of the base.”

“Yes!”

Song Qing led the researchers out of the laboratory in single file.

The door sealed shut behind them.

Silence.

Lin Fan stood in the center of the empty laboratory.

On all four walls, one hundred and seventeen culture tanks began draining simultaneously.

The blue nutrient solution flowed out through the bottom valves, and the female stitched bodies slowly sank downward, finally coming to rest at the bottom of the tanks.

All of them unconscious.

Perfect.

“System, let’s get to work.”