Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 721 - 335: Bioweapon_3

"What does 'artificial insertion' actually mean?" Eve inquired.

"To put it simply, it occurs when a third party intervenes in the natural progression of a bloodline to embed data that shouldn't be there."

Ron provided an explanation that grew progressively more intricate and analytical:

"These inserted fragments of code frequently serve particular purposes, such as amplifying specific characteristics or creating unique activation triggers."

He gestured toward a series of figures within his report:

"The specimen-preserving bloodline serves as a textbook example. Based on my findings, there exist no fewer than seventeen distinct artificial segments embedded within their genetic structure, which grant them remarkable compatibility and adaptability."

"However, these boons come with severe hidden dangers."

Ron adopted a grave, warning tone:

"Within these insertions lies a 'switch mechanism' that can be toggled under precise circumstances, potentially causing a radical transformation in the host's behavior and cognition."

Eve’s features paled, and she asked, "Are you suggesting... that Franka could lose her grip on herself?"

"It is significantly more complex than simply losing control."

Ron calmly presented his analytical deductions:

"My research indicates that, when triggered, the specimen-preserving bloodline exhibits an incredibly potent erosive quality. They possess the capacity to forcibly assimilate neighboring bloodlines, effectively converting targets into entities that mirror their own traits."

He withdrew a sealed canister from his spatial bag, which housed a sample of a Slime Monster that had undergone total transmutation:

"I attempted an experiment using my own Autophagic Slime Monster, and the outcome nearly cost me that valuable assistant. The corrosive potency of this bloodline far exceeded my original estimations."

As he spoke, Ron subtly engaged his 'Hermit’s Knowledge', scrutinizing the minute expressions of Eve and Franka.

Eve exhibited signs of genuine bewilderment and shock.

Her pupils widened, her eyebrows arched, and her lips parted slightly.

These are the involuntary reactions to startling, unexpected intelligence. Plainly, she possessed almost no knowledge of the lethal qualities hidden within the specimen-preserving bloodline, as if hearing of them for the very first time.

Franka’s demeanor was far more multifaceted; while she was certainly surprised, her focus was clearly aimed elsewhere.

She appeared skeptical, perhaps struggling to grasp how a young Modulator like Ron could unravel such deeply buried secrets in such a short window of time.

Simultaneously, her shoulders slumped—a classic tell of someone confronting a truth she had long suspected yet dreaded to verify.

"How... how can that even be possible?" Eve’s voice quivered.

"Franka’s bloodline has always remained stable, showing zero anomalies."

"Stability on the surface does not equate to genuine safety within the depths."

Ron analyzed the situation steadily:

"The specimen-preserving bloodline is a masterwork of design, typically remaining in a dormant 'locked' state where its erosive traits are suppressed. Nevertheless, under specific conditions, that lock can be bypassed."

Upon hearing this, Franka instinctively gazed at her own palms.

Her skin appeared flawless and fair, but she was acutely aware that a danger far beyond her reckoning flowed beneath her very flesh.

"What, precisely, do you define as 'specific conditions'?" Eve pressed, her voice thick with palpable dread.

"Extreme emotional distress, mortal wounds, or exposure to particular trigger agents."

Ron itemized the potential catalysts, then added, "The most harrowing aspect is that this entire trigger system appears to have been purposefully, artificially engineered."

This declaration silenced the living room instantly.

Both Eve and Franka were left to grapple with the chilling implications of these words, lost in their own silent reflections.

Ron observed them closely, formulating a preliminary verdict in his mind.

Eve likely knew nothing of these internal details; she was a princess guarded within an ivory tower, largely ignorant of her family’s most protected secrets. Franka, while cognizant of her bloodline’s uniqueness, was clearly only dimly aware of the mechanisms governing it.

Just then, the atmosphere in the chamber grew heavy and stagnant.

It wasn't a rise in heat, but rather a fundamental rupture in the room’s physical fabric.

Floating dust motes frozen in place, and even time’s flow seemed to grind to a halt.

A graceful outline coalesced in the corner, appearing like a masterpiece woven from shadow and light.

Cassandra had arrived, soundless as a ghost.

Her violet eyes swept across the three present, her lips curving into an enigmatic, knowing smile.

"Do not cease your discourse merely because I have arrived." Her voice possessed a silken, smooth quality, though it carried an underlying sharpness one could not ignore.

"I am simply fascinated by your academic inquiry, so pray, continue."

Eve stiffened immediately, her breathing erratic and shallow.

The sudden presence of her mother left her trembling, the trauma of childhood restrictions resurfacing in an instant.

Franka dropped to her knees, prostrating herself against the floor as her frame shook uncontrollably.

Her reaction was born of deep-seated, instinctive terror rather than mere respect.

Though mental alarm bells rang in his mind, Ron maintained a composed veneer.

He rose steadily and performed a traditional Wizard salute:

"Tower Master, it stands as an honor to have you witness our scholarly exchange."

"The honor is entirely mine."

Cassandra reclined lazily on the nearby sofa, her tone dripping with playfulness:

"To observe such a harmonious exchange of wisdom between two brilliant minds... such chances are indeed rare."