My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 565 Visible Changes

The clinical trial proceeded without a hitch. For the subsequent group of volunteer observers, the staff selected two individuals—identified as 85 and 86—from Nursultan Nazarbayev International in Astana, Kazakhstan, and three others—numbered 32, 33, and 34—from Charles de Gaulle in Paris, France.

Their arrival brought the total number of volunteers at the Base to eleven.

Following a two-hour rest period upon reaching the Base, they were escorted to the clinical trial section and shown to their individual rooms.

Afterward, their assigned nurse conducted a final assessment before reading them the consent document, ensuring their complete understanding prior to signing.

At the livestream station, two of the volunteers gave their consent. One was a 42-year-old male from France diagnosed with stage 3 ALS.

He articulated his motivation for participating as he granted his consent.

"I wish to contribute to offering the world hope. I arrived in a wheelchair, and my aspiration is to depart on my own two feet."

The second volunteer who agreed to be part of the livestream was a 42-year-old female from Kazakhstan battling severe lupus.

Their agreement to be featured on the livestream further expanded the number of participants being broadcast.

The viewership of the livestream experienced a significant surge, climbing from 4.8 billion at its inception to 6.3 billion in just over twenty-four hours.

No discernible physical changes were observed in the initial group of volunteers, even after more than thirty hours had passed since the nanite deployment.

However, past the 48-hour mark, patients with pre-existing physical conditions began to perceive noticeable physical transformations.

By this time, the third contingent of volunteers and observers had arrived at the Base. These volunteers were on the verge of commencing their nanite deployment.

The newly arrived volunteers, ten in total, came from Auckland Airport in Auckland, New Zealand—designated as 94, 95, 96, 97, 99, and 100—and from El Dorado International in Bogotá, Colombia—identified as 12, 13, and 14.

At the 48-hour juncture, Diego witnessed his legs slowly regenerating, a sight that left him stunned. He called out for a nurse in his shock.

A nurse hurried into his ward but halted in the doorway, taken aback by the scene before her.

Her hand remained on the door frame, and her feet were rooted to the spot, as the unfolding event on the bed had severed the connection between her brain and her legs.

Diego was sitting upright, his hands pressed firmly against the surface of the bed. His gaze was locked onto his own body, his expression one utterly foreign to her experience with patients—a look that conveyed an unshakeable fascination coupled with profound disbelief.

The nurse observed that the stumps had undergone a transformation.

That was the sole term her training offered, and it instantly proved inadequate. 'Changed' implied a before and after. What she was witnessing lacked an 'after'; it was a dynamic, ongoing process, unfolding in the present tense in a manner her eyes confirmed while her mind struggled to accept.

Tissue was actively forming at the end of each residual limb. This was not the languid progression detailed in regenerative medicine texts. This was visibly apparent, meticulously trackable. One could observe it unfold by maintaining a steady gaze, holding still, and barely breathing.

The distinct shape of a knee began to emerge from the left limb. The tissue was constructing itself from the interior outwards, its surface texture evolving as it grew, the color shifting through hues for which she possessed no clinical terminology.

The right limb lagged slightly, perhaps thirty seconds behind the left in its developmental stage, a difference one could discern by rapidly shifting focus between them.

Both of Diego's hands were trembling, not from pain. His jaw was clenched, his eyes shone brightly, and his breathing was deliberately controlled as he strove to maintain composure amidst an overwhelming phenomenon.

Marco also hurried into the ward and stood in silence upon witnessing the unfolding event.

The nurse finally broke her stasis. She moved to the monitoring display, her attention drawn to the readouts. What she saw corroborated her visual observations, yet it offered no easier path to comprehension.

The indicators for nerve regeneration in both limbs were advancing at such a blistering pace that the numbers themselves seemed to blur at the edges. The tissue reconstruction process was active across seventeen parallel pathways. The sub-process for blood vessel formation occupied its own column, climbing steadily.

She directed her gaze back to Diego.

He met her gaze, and in his eyes, a question lingered—one for which he had no Spanish words, yet needed none, as its answer was already reflected on her face.

She drew in the only available solace—a long, slow breath—and declared with steady resolve: "Your legs are regrowing."

Marco, standing nearby, translated without missing a beat.

Diego shifted his gaze back to his legs.

His hands, still trembling, moved from the bed's surface to the edges of his thighs, applying gentle pressure. It was as though he sought to feel through his palms the miraculous changes occurring beneath, as if touch could render the visible more tangible than sight already had.

He uttered something, his voice barely a whisper.

With a tremor, Marco's voice relayed the translation: "He says he can feel them returning."

Diego was not the sole individual undergoing these transformations; the other five volunteers were also experiencing them. However, the changes manifested with varying degrees of noticeability, particularly for those possessing a more robust physical condition, much like Diego.

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A period of relative calm, spanning the last two to three days, had settled over the initial group of observers stationed at the Base.

Yet, this quietude belied the volatile shifts occurring within the monitoring room's indicators, which were fluctuating and changing at an alarming rate.

As more observers joined the initial contingent in the monitoring section, they were uniformly astonished by the data being presented on the indicators.

Suddenly, the status window for the first set of volunteers updated.

Dr. Amara Diallo was the first to notice. Her pen had halted mid-stroke, pausing her transcription of a meticulously detailed observation concerning nerve regeneration sequencing, when her hand froze.

The tissue at the extremity of Diego's remaining left limb was actively generating.

She understood precisely what she was witnessing and possessed the requisite terminology. Fifteen years of dedicated field medicine in West Africa had equipped her with a clinical lexicon comprehensive enough to articulate nearly any biological function or failure of the human body. However, her extensive vocabulary proved insufficient for this phenomenon.

Dr. Sorensen, situated beside her, shifted his gaze from his own notes to her face, then to the screen. Her expression was unlike anything he had ever seen on her before. He then turned to the monitor, his notebook falling shut. It wasn't a deliberate action; his hand simply clenched, holding the notebook against his chest without conscious thought.

The distinct shape of a knee was materializing. That was the only way to articulate it. Emerging. From within. The tissue was layering itself outward through developmental stages that defied any clinical classification, solely because such a process had never before existed to be named.

The reactions of the other observers mirrored this, with minor variations, but a pervasive sense of shock was common to all.

Nova stood positioned at the room's core, her attention fixed on the indicators displayed across the monitoring area's immense holographic screen.

She observed that the nerve regeneration indicators for both of Diego's limbs were progressing at a speed that outpaced the rendering capabilities of the numbers displayed. Seventeen active parallel processes were logged in the tissue reconstruction queue. The blood vessel formation metrics were steadily ascending.

The audio feed emanating from Diego's chamber subtly carried Marco's translation into the monitoring space.

"He says he can feel them returning."

The observers, who had begun to regain their composure and were diligently taking notes, abruptly paused upon hearing Marco's statement.