Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 432 – Anyone Who Stops Me From Reaching Level Nine Must Die

“System, let’s get to work.”

Lin Fan stood before one hundred and seventeen cultivation tanks with the nutrient fluid drained, issuing the command.

The system’s blue scanning beam instantly enveloped the entire wall.

“Ding! All targets detected to be in an unconscious state, meeting the conditions for Skin Crafting.”

“Large number of targets with relatively high material grades. Estimated time required: forty minutes. Please be patient, Host.”

Fortunately, the system had been upgraded—back in the old days, crafting this many high-grade Skins would have taken several days.

Lin Fan found a relatively clean metal workbench and sat down on it.

Her two fair, slender legs dangled casually in mid-air.

She could afford to wait these forty minutes.

Blue light flickered within every cultivation tank. The high-grade female Experimental Subjects, each fused with various bizarre genes and differing in appearance, began to rapidly decompose under the system’s overwhelming power.

Bones dissolved.

Flesh and blood recombined.

The pinnacle of high-tech products, before a system of a higher dimension, had been reduced to the purest of raw materials.

Lin Fan propped her chin on one hand, watching the scene quietly.

The system’s electronic voice echoed repeatedly in her mind.

“Ding! Crafting successful. Obtained one Epic-grade Skin.”

“Ding! Crafting successful. Obtained one Perfect Grade Skin.”

“Ding! Crafting successful…”

Time passed minute by minute.

Forty minutes later.

The blue light completely dissipated.

All one hundred and seventeen cultivation tanks were empty, everything collected into Lin Fan’s System Space.

“This batch of mass crafting is complete.”

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“Output: fifteen Perfect Grade Skins, one hundred and two Epic-grade Skins.”

Lin Fan immediately sat up straight.

Her consciousness entered the System Space to carefully tally up the current inventory.

[Epic-grade Skins: 150]

One hundred and fifty!

Adding the ones she had looted from the capital base earlier, the number had finally broken through the one hundred and fifty mark!

Looking at this number, Lin Fan’s breathing unconsciously grew heavier.

Fifty more.

Just fifty more Epic-grade Skins.

Then she could fulfill this fusion condition that could only be described as monstrous.

The trump card lying at the deepest part of the System Space.

The Skin of Long Xi, the Dragon Clan ancestor with Level 9 peak strength who mastered the Time Rule.

As long as she fused it into this body of hers…

“System,” Lin Fan’s voice was slightly tense, “If I completely fuse with Long Xi, will my Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life be completed?”

“Host’s current Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life is in an incomplete state,” the system’s mechanical voice sounded. “Fusing with a Level 9 Peak Pure-blood Progenitor Dragon Skin has a probability of completing the Host’s gene map.”

“Is there any possibility of reaching Eternal Grade?” Lin Fan pressed.

“The system database’s criteria for judging Eternal Grade Skins are extremely stringent.”

“When the Host completes the Bloodline and grasps a sliver of the universe’s fundamental rules, there is a probability of touching the Eternal Sequence. Everything must be explored by the Host personally.”

Unknown.

Probability.

Such ambiguous answers would normally make Lin Fan curse up a storm, but right now she didn’t care at all.

Time Rule.

That was a real, tangible power.

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Think about Long Hao, that Level 9 Dragon Clan ancestor on the Dragon Spirit Continent who wanted to devour all living beings on Blue Star.

Once she, Lin Fan, completed the fusion, it was anyone’s guess who would be devouring whom.

At the thought of that scene, Lin Fan couldn’t help but drool from the corner of her mouth.

She quickly took out a tissue from her System Space and wiped it away.

After all, she wasn’t wearing a mask—it wouldn’t do to let it drip.

“Can’t get too excited just yet,” Lin Fan muttered under her breath.

But what could she do about it?

At her core, she was a madwoman who would stop at nothing to survive and grow stronger.

Power was the ultimate temptation to her.

Just then, dense footsteps echoed from outside the laboratory.

The heavy metal door slid open.

Song Qing walked in with over a hundred researchers.

Every single one of them had speckles of blood staining their white lab coats.

Behind them, hundreds of massive Gene-stitched Abominations crouched densely in the corridor.

These monsters, once frenzied and bloodthirsty, now behaved as docilely as a pack of loyal hunting dogs.

“Reporting to Lady Lei Li.” Song Qing walked up to Lin Fan, her face brimming with fervor and reverence.

“All resistance forces within the base have been completely eliminated.”

“Two hundred and fourteen armed personnel who refused to submit have all been executed.”

“The energy center, main control room, supply depot, and data center are all under our control.”

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

“Did you get Chen Dingjun’s core data?”

“Got it!” Song Qing handed over a silver data drive with both hands. “This is the underlying logic code for the Gene-stitching Technology. As long as we have enough materials, we can restart the experiments at any time.”

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“It’s yours.” Lin Fan didn’t take the drive. “Hand this thing to Chu Chen—he’ll arrange a new laboratory for you.”

Song Qing kowtowed excitedly.

“I pledge my life to the Goddess!”

Lin Fan ignored her oath of loyalty and pulled a small communicator from her collar.

She pressed the button.

Chu Chen’s face, marked with dark circles under his eyes, appeared in the holographic projection.

A lollipop dangled from his mouth, and a Rubik’s cube spun rapidly in his hands.

“Judging by how relaxed you look, things are stable over in western Sichuan?” Lin Fan spoke.

Chu Chen tossed the solved cube onto the desk.

“With Chen Mo keeping an eye on things, the soldiers you turned are behaving themselves.” Chu Chen said. “Is the deep-sea base cleaned up?”

“Over a hundred top-tier researchers, a full set of core data, and a bunch of enforcers above level six.” Lin Fan glanced at Song Qing and the others. “That’s a hefty haul, isn’t it?”

“Very hefty.” Chu Chen pushed up his glasses.

“Is Zhou Ming ready? I don’t want to stay under this water any longer than I have to.” Lin Fan said.

“I’ve already locked onto your seabed coordinates.” Chu Chen tapped his keyboard. “He’s gotten stronger recently—the speed at which his ability is developing is almost unbelievable, even to me.”

“Open the door.”

The moment the words left her mouth.

In the open space at the center of the laboratory, the previously calm air suddenly twisted violently.

A deep blue light burst into existence out of nowhere.

Space was forcibly torn apart by some immense power, slowly splitting open a Spatial Rift over two meters tall and one meter wide.

The edges of the rift flickered with blinding arcs of light.

But it was remarkably stable.

Through this doorway, Lin Fan could even feel the dry, cold wind unique to the western Sichuan plateau.

Zhou Ming stood on the other side of the rift, his face deathly pale and drenched in sweat.

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But he gritted his teeth fiercely, maintaining the stability of the Space Channel.

“Lily!” Zhou Ming’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Lin Fan.

“Good work.” Lin Fan didn’t hold back her praise.

After all, this was ten thousand meters beneath the sea.

With the terrifying water pressure and the base’s energy shielding, an ordinary Ability User wouldn’t even be able to locate the direction.

Not only had this kid Zhou Ming pinpointed the coordinates with precision, but he’d also managed to hold the door open against such immense pressure.

All the high-grade Crystals and Energy Potions she had fed along the way, plus the Life Aura transmitted directly through her wristband—none of it had been wasted.

The people Lin Fan set her sights on were never useless.

“Have your people take over here. The experimental equipment is all ready to go.”

After assigning Zhou Ming his tasks, Lin Fan turned her attention back to Chu Chen on the communicator.

“Black Palace, right?”

Chu Chen nodded and pulled up a map, sending it over.

“The coordinates have been synced to your communicator,” Chu Chen said. “But I have to warn you—most of the Federation’s top combat power has been turned into Puppet Warriors by him. And I’m detecting abnormal fluctuations in the Rift energy at Black Palace.”

“Is the Rift opening early?”

“Could be worse. The energy readings are abnormally high.” Chu Chen frowned. “The compromise between the two factions is just a facade. The real killing move is on the Dragon Clan’s side.”

“Perfect.”

Lin Fan closed the communicator and hopped down from the workbench.

Her white skirt traced an elegant arc through the air.

“I was just wondering where I’d find the remaining fifty hides.”

She walked barefoot toward the laboratory door.

“Since Chen Dingjun brought all the good stuff over there, I’ll just take everything.”

“Anyone who stands in the way of my ascension to Level Nine dies.”