Chapter 40

Although Wotu had formed a strategic partnership with Chen Ang, his trust in it was still limited. Wotu's moral standards might be much higher than the average on Tatooine, but the moral standards on Tatooine were not something to boast about. Wotu could only be considered not too bad.

Such an important thing as a spaceship definitely could not be exposed to it. Chen Ang could only use the instruments on the spaceship to rebuild a fairly complete human laboratory in Mrs. Schmidt's basement.

"Where did all this stuff come from? Oh! No, you don't have to tell me." As soon as Wotu entered, it was stunned by the instruments inside, which were coated with a layer of silver light. Its eyes involuntarily focused on the instrument's nameplate, and it instinctively read out a number. Immediately, it pounded its right hand on its heart, feeling the pounding vibration.

This was not just for show. Wotu was a Toidarian who had seen the world. In its youth, it had even participated in the seasonal wars on its home planet, Toidaria, and had witnessed the destruction of planets by star destroyers and the explosion of enemy ships by turbolaser cannons. However, seeing grand scenes was one thing.

Facing these dozen or so instruments, which were clearly very expensive and gleaming with gold, was another matter. At that moment, Wotu even had the impulse to open its mouth wide and risk everything, using Anakin to threaten Chen Ang in exchange for these dozen instruments.

Fortunately, the laser cannon beside it quickly calmed it down.

Wotu keenly noticed that the laser surgery table in the center of the laboratory had military-grade precision. This meant that the laser surgery table could be used for forbidden research, such as genetic experiments or live human studies.

In fact, the body modification surgery Wotu was to undergo today was also in the gray area of forbidden experiments. It was difficult to distinguish such surgeries from 'mechanical prosthetics,' and even if it violated the research laws of the Galactic Republic, so what?

The Galactic Republic also banned slavery!

Tatooine still did whatever it wanted. The ruler here was the lawless thug Jabba, not the Galactic Republic. Like tens of thousands of remote planets in the universe, the powerful were the leaders.

The separatist forces within the Galactic Republic were becoming increasingly powerful. Forcing the unification of the social concepts of tens of thousands of races was a thankless task. The undercurrents within the Republic were becoming more turbulent, and even within the Republic, there were voices calling for a strong hand to maintain unity.

Wotu looked at the prosthetic limb Chen Ang handed over, which was suspended in the nutrient solution, emitting a faint purple light, similar to Wotu's skin. The prosthetic was a right foot and a pair of wings, both looking very healthy and showing no significant differences from the original.

They even moved slightly in the nutrient solution, as if they had just been removed from a human body. Of course, Wotu knew this was an illusion. Such limbs were directly cultivated and were generally fragile and aged due to excessive cell division, which was why many warriors preferred prosthetics over cloned limbs.

Lying obediently on the laser surgery table, Wotu blinked at Chen Ang, "You have to keep me conscious during the surgery, or I'll send a signal... Wait, what's this?"

Wotu pointed to the purple liquid in the syringe beside it. The overdrive agent lay innocently in the test tube, facing Wotu's questioning gaze.

"Shut up!" Chen Ang, who had entered the surgical state, was clearly different from before. Wotu uncomfortably noticed that Chen Ang's eyes had become cold, his tone impatient, and his gaze cold and focused, with a very serious demeanor.

"Wait, what's wrong with you?" Wotu struggled violently on the laser table, seeing the deep blue in Chen Ang's pupils, feeling very afraid. That rational, cold state reminded it of those war robots. "Your state is a bit off. No, I don't want this surgery anymore. Let me go!"

"Let me go!" Wotu screamed.

Its small hands flailed around, and as the syringe approached, Wotu panicked and pressed the signal transmitter. However, it was surprised to see that the green light on the transmitter remained unchanged; it should have emitted a loud buzzing sound and alerted the mercenaries hundreds of miles away.

But now, it lay quietly in Wotu's palm as if nothing had happened.

"No!..." Wotu collapsed, slapping the signal transmitter and struggling against the approaching injection. But it was useless; its body stiffened, and the purple liquid was injected into it.

The deep blue in Chen Ang's eyes had expanded, even emitting a faint glow from his pupils. He controlled the laser needle, piercing Wotu's spine and paralyzing it on the surgery table.

Wotu's face was filled with extreme fear, and it seemed to be on the verge of mental collapse. But soon, as the overdrive agent took effect, its pupils also turned a faint blue, and its body completely relaxed.

The laser scalpel gently cut through its skin. In Chen Ang's hands, the scalpel seemed to have a life of its own, dancing over Wotu's body tissues, gradually separating its nerves. A gray nerve line, like a snake, was picked out from the nutrient solution by Chen Ang, replacing Wotu's nerves and connecting to its body.

This nervous system, which mimicked human meridians, was the latest result of Chen Ang's research on an alien species called the Jingxu Bug. This insect had an extremely sensitive reaction ability, and Chen Ang had even used the mysterious radiation from the Kreetle Dragon Pearl to establish a unique internal force system.

The nerve easily fused into Wotu's body, even integrating with the existing nervous system. The overdeveloped brain was also partially controlled by the nervous system, while other functions remained at Wotu's original level. This miraculous fusion ability was an unexpected gain from the internal force system, and Chen Ang still did not understand the reason.

Ignorance demands proof!

This mysterious thing, of course, needed to be experimented with immediately to understand it. Wotu just happened to be the first test subject for Chen Ang's scientific and martial system.

When the blue light in Wotu's eyes dissipated, it saw Chen Ang massaging his head with a bitter smile, faintly hearing the words, "I lost control again, the state is unstable..."

Wotu vaguely recalled its lost consciousness, not caring about the smashed signal transmitter. In its memory, the surgery went smoothly. "Did it succeed?" it asked happily.

With a thought, its wings instinctively flapped, and a streak of light flashed behind it. Wotu suddenly shot forward dozens of meters, enveloped in electric light, and the high speed caused by particle movement did not harm it.

"This is..." Wotu began to feel dizzy.

It felt as if it could sense the surrounding magnetic field, and its wings acted like two particle engines, easily cutting through the magnetic field to achieve extremely high speeds, perhaps even a bit faster than twice the speed of sound. Electromagnetic abilities in biological organisms were rare in the universe, and on planets, only a few species possessed such abilities.

Except for those cosmic beings, most intelligent life forms on planets had fragile bodies and relied entirely on technology to conquer nature. In the universe, only the Jedi had the terrifying mental power that surpassed technology. During the Force tide, Jedi Masters could even use the Force to crush planets.

Therefore, in the more brutal universe where the strong prey on the weak, the will of the Jedi formed the relatively peaceful system of the Republic. For many weak races, the magical evolutionary abilities of cosmic beings determined their status.

No matter how well the Galactic Republic spoke, in many vast regions of the universe, people still determined their social status by strength. Pirates and mercenaries were even more so, and even Wotu's commercial status was partly due to its mental abilities that resisted Jedi mind control.

Not to mention, Tatooine was definitely a place where the strong ruled. The biggest expenses here were the endless weapons and food. Having weapons meant having food, and for the people of Tatooine, a suitable weapon was everything. But what weapon could be more reliable than one's own body?

Wotu was deeply excited. Although it was just a杂货店老板, it had to spend a large sum of money each year, in addition to paying taxes to Jabba, to hire a mercenary group for protection. It knew very well what kind of price these mercenary groups would pay to enhance their strength!

They would not hesitate to spend their last coin to get it.

The merchant blood in Wotu's body boiled, and it excitedly turned into a dazzling particle halo, circling the laboratory dozens of times in a blink, then stopped in front of Chen Ang, its purple wings slightly spread, floating in front of Chen Ang, protected by a magnetic field.

"I will give you the identity documents of Anakin and the others, but you have to let me do one thing! I want to show them this!" Wotu said excitedly, already planning how to take advantage of the mercenaries.

After all, who among the mercenaries didn't have a few missing parts? Wotu could guarantee that those who lived by force would empty their last coin to get a combat prosthetic. Many destitute old mercenaries would even spend their entire savings to get this thing.

"Sure, I know what you want to do! I won't ask about the people you introduce."

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