Unholy Player Chapter 542 Dark Radiation

"Mr. Henry, take a glance at these reports. They might hold the keys to our puzzles." A researcher in a white coat stepped forward, clutching a tablet and angling its screen his way, his excitement hardly held back.

Henry glanced at the display and attempted to make sense of it, yet the figures woven into the text and piled amid jargon overwhelmed him, so he surrendered and just stood there awaiting clarification, the tablet lingering before him momentarily.

"These results come from our analysis of the red powder that Mr. Adyr delivered to us," Dr. Mara clarified, her stare locked on the figures, scanning each row as though the outcome was already emerging before her eyes.

The red powder remained as the leftover after Adyr finished his Rank 4 evolution. He had returned with it, hoping it could prove valuable.

Even if it didn't originate straight from the Heart of the Blood Palace, it bore comparable elements, sufficient to have all the lab's researchers regard it as a precious discovery.

"What exactly did you uncover?" Henry found himself drawn into the room's vibrant atmosphere, his tone lifting a bit as he scanned expressions rather than digits.

"The specimen Mr. Adyr provided is a biological leftover that, once dried out, has forfeited its cell framework and now comprises remnants of iron-binding proteins, traces of coagulation proteins, crystals of electrolyte salts, and bits of organic matter from cell walls," Dr. Mara detailed, noticing the bewilderment on Henry's features and releasing a soft sigh. "Simply put, it's blood that's dried and powdered."

Henry formed an 'oh' look. "And?"

He felt certain that plain dried blood wouldn't captivate these experts so intensely, implying some additional element lurked within.

"It holds a substantial level of radiation," Dr. Mara stated, a faint grin appearing as she went on.

"However, this is non-ionizing radiation, unlike that in nuclear arms or our mutation trials—more akin to radio waves, microwaves, ultraviolet rays, or visible light. Yet it diverges notably from them as well," she continued,

stressing the final words like the true worth resided in that distinction.

She moved among the researchers and halted before a computer. With a few keystrokes, the big monitor behind her activated, brimming with figures and computations, charts refreshing rapidly as fresh data lines crowded the view.

"The radiation variety in the sample is non-ionizing, yet it isn't photonic either. It avoids mingling with light, skips carrying warmth, and its engagement with substances is so faint it's nearly undetectable, though it travels much swifter than we'd anticipated," she described, her finger pausing close to a group of readings on the display.

She persisted with jargon and a rhythm Henry struggled to grasp. Abruptly, it seemed she addressed the other scientists directly. Henry receded to the sidelines, sidelined from a discussion crafted for those immersed in formulas.

Several more minutes dragged on that way as the researchers jotted down her insights, some using notepads, others inputting into devices, until her attention swung back to Henry, her face lighting up. "This radiation form isn't truly novel. We've long harbored suspicions about it, despite lacking proof. It's the kind thought to permeate the primordial universe, out in cosmic voids, tied straight to Big Bang nucleosynthesis and the cosmos's growth pace," she declared, voicing a concept that had long plagued their discipline.

Next, she appended, her eyes gleaming and tone quivering faintly, "Given our view that it interacts with, or links directly to, Dark Matter, we've chosen to call it Dark Radiation."

"Dark radiation..." Henry echoed the term softly, though its impacts intrigued him more than the name. "So, do you believe this powers the spread of the Gods' Paths?"

Dr. Mara inclined her head. "I hold that it's not just the force for conveying them but also the vital essence sustaining their being," she replied, her certainty making it ring like a verdict over mere speculation.

Then her brow creased. "Yet the issue lies in this radiation alone falling short."

They recognized that rendering it practical required altering its traits to align with Adyr, not merely conceptually but so his form would embrace it sans opposition.

The version in the red powder appeared blended with blood elements, as though the radiation bore an indelible mark from its origin. "The sort detected in the red dust from Mr. Adyr resembled a toxic element his system ejected amid evolution. Thus, recreating it and administering it to him would likely trigger rejection once more."

By now, they'd identified radiation varieties, beyond a single measurement—patterns hinting at classifications, variants, and an underlying framework in their observations.

From their data, the red dust linked to the Blood Path, signifying the Blood God, so this radiation formed, essentially, a piece of His essence, molded by His sway much like blood by its host vessel.

"Thus, to adapt it for Mr. Adyr, we must devise a method to shift its nature, or locate a pure source of Dark Radiation inherently bearing the balance trait," Dr. Mara wrapped up.

The lab buzzed with fervor anew, staff whispering among themselves, sharing thoughts, those whispers ballooning into frenzied chatter, tones layering atop each other in a surging wave.

And amid the clashing sounds, a single voice cut through, compelling the space to hush.