Chapter 132 Interference Pheromones

Interference pheromones are artificially synthesized substances based on research on Sourceblood and Progenitor Cells. The Data Terminal indicates that this substance can affect the First Born's judgment for a short time, awakening the feeding mechanism that the violent creature had at its birth—that is, avoiding living creatures. Obviously, this is very useful, especially when the suppression signal to the First Born is suddenly interrupted (such as the transmitter being shielded or signal interference). These substances can then act as emergency tranquilizers to calm the First Born.

Eliminating the First Born is only a last resort. Hao Ren's biggest goal is to unlock the secrets of the Goddess of Creation by studying the First Born, so anything that can control the First Born's activities, in any form, the more the better.

"How effective are these pheromones?" Hao Ren picked up a test tube-like container sealed with metal at both ends, looking at the thin red liquid inside. "How long do they last?"

"According to calculations, even diluted a thousand times, it can still effectively interfere with the judgment of the First Born's tentacles and blood tide, and it will be effective until it completely evaporates. The specific evaporation time depends on the surrounding environment. And if it is injected directly into the First Born's ganglia at the highest concentration, it can instantly paralyze it for at least twenty-four hours," the Data Terminal said, finally adding a reminder, "Of course, these are all theoretical values, inferred from the First Born samples we collected before—so far, we haven't done this kind of experiment on a living First Born."

Vivian took out a test tube and carefully observed it against the light: "With this thing… and that transmitter, we can completely control a First Born. Landlord, what are you going to do with Holletta next?"

Hao Ren casually put the test tube back: "I need a living sample of the First Born, preferably a complete one, so I plan to move both of those First Born—dig them out of the planet, move them into outer space, and then build a laboratory in space to analyze them."

Hao Ren's words shocked everyone. They all said they didn't expect that this somewhat repressed guy had been brewing such a plan at home for several days. Izhaks looked at Hao Ren up and down in surprise: "You're something, usually looking sluggish, but the ideas that pop up are more domineering than the last. If I had a strategist like you back then…"

Hao Ren quickly waved his hand: "Don't mention it, don't mention it, Laniña will hear and try to fight me to the death. Cutting off someone's wealth is like killing their whole family."

"How are you going to dig that thing out of the planet?" Lily quickly asked. "Its size is no joke, and that tentacle monster drills around underground, almost like it's parasitic on the planet. Can it be dug out?"

"If it's a fully developed First Born, it's definitely impossible, like Tanagus who has already drilled through the entire planet, no one can do anything about it. But the two remaining First Born on Holletta are obviously not fully grown," Hao Ren grinned. "I had the Data Terminal scan them at the time. The First Born under Sunset Volcano curled up into a ball before falling asleep, and its size is only about the Sunset Volcano and the surrounding hundred kilometers. It is said that the First Born under the Giant Tree of Life is even smaller."

Lily smacked her lips: "I feel like that size can't be dug out by just digging a pit… I'm good at digging pits, but I can't dig such a big pit!"

Immediately, everyone on the scene looked at the husky with strange expressions. Hao Ren was covered in cold sweat: "I didn't ask you to dig… I said see if the Irim elves have such large-scale construction machinery."

Vivian nodded immediately: "Oh right, any of their floating islands are bigger than Holletta's First Born."

"But before that, we must prepare the space facilities, which must be at least larger than the two First Born combined," Nangong Wuyue suddenly reminded from the side, "Otherwise, there will be no place to plant the First Born after they are dug out."

Hao Ren stroked his chin: "No place to plant… why do I feel like your statement is weird?"

"What's the difference," the siren girl wagged her tail—as long as there are no outsiders, she likes to let her tail out to breathe like Lily, "Isn't it essentially a super-large-scale potted transplant? When the First Born is awake, it looks somewhat like an animal, but you've decided to give it medicine and electrotherapy to turn it into a vegetable…"

The biggest characteristic of Hao Ren's gang is that they are all relatively active in their thinking.

"A friendly reminder from this unit," the Data Terminal interjected at this time, "Construction materials and the like can be reimbursed, but there is only one restriction: absolutely do not transfer the First Born to the surface world. Once that thing gets out of control, the harm will be huge, and the information entanglement it carries is enough to disrupt the balance of the Wall of Reality."

"So, we're going to set up the base in the Dream Plane," Hao Ren stroked his chin, already having some ideas in his mind. "We have a general address, and we also have a 'transplantation' process. Speaking of which, I shouldn't need to learn professional skills like base design, right?"

Hao Ren felt a little apprehensive when he said the last sentence. He was really afraid of those textbooks that could make people dumbfounded. The few spaceship operation manuals back then almost killed him. Now that he was going to build a space station, he felt weak from head to toe.

Fortunately, the Data Terminal directly gave him a contemptuous blue backlight (don't pursue how you can see the meaning of contempt from the color of a backlight): "With your half-baked knowledge, you still want to design a research base? Don't worry, there are experts. Like the Giant Tortoise Rock Terrace's research system, it's all idiot-proof operation from top to bottom. Your only task is to hang your name at the entrance of various buildings to ward off evil spirits."

Hao Ren felt relieved when he heard this: "That's good. I'll think about it carefully when I get back and write a report for Corvus. By the way, I have to go to New Irim in a few days and see how the Demon King's City is doing."

The little girl Elizabeth was happy to hear this and immediately jumped around, clamoring to go back and show off to Laniña that she had learned how to fix the TV. Hao Ren was a little dumbfounded at the child's behavior: Whenever demon princesses are mentioned in movies and anime, they are all dignified and majestic, even if they are not old enough, they can forcibly walk out of the queen's aura with the help of background music. How did this genuine princess become a mischievous child poking around with a small wrench—even if she could restore the momentum of leading the army on behalf of her father in the Demon King's City, it would be better than her current silly appearance!

At this time, the Data Terminal suddenly spoke, diverting Hao Ren's attention from the mischievous princess: "There is also another progress: the equipment for analyzing the Wraith is ready. But it is not certain whether it can be used."

As soon as the terminal finished speaking, the Nangong siblings were the first to get excited. The two of them said in unison: "Really?!"

"Really, really, but don't have too much hope too early," the Data Terminal poured cold water with a flat and indifferent tone. "Everything is theoretically feasible. The performance of the experimental machine may not be reliable, and we don't even know what format the Wraith's 'memory' is stored in, let alone whether it will have a memory deletion mechanism—so it's best to have a normal mindset now."

Hao Ren also gave Nangong Wuyue, who was too excited, a shot in the arm in advance: "Relax, relax, the prototype has just been made. Anyway, we have a Wraith sample in our hands. If this fails, we can build a new reading device and try again—so let go of your tail, your brother is already foaming at the mouth."

Nangong Wuyue finally came to her senses and quickly let go of her snake tail. Nangong Sanba, with half his life left, got up and clasped his fists at Hao Ren: "Thank you, Brother Ren, for saving my life…"

The Data Terminal led everyone to a large piece of equipment at the other end of the room: "This is it."

This large piece of equipment was obviously newly manufactured and was a prototype designed specifically for a single project. It has a silver-white, but smooth shell without any nameplate markings. It is two meters high and five or six meters wide. The overall shape is semi-circular and is divided into two parts by the central axis. The two parts of the machine body are recessed at the position of the central axis, forming a semi-bowl-shaped structure with a diameter of tens of centimeters. Inside the semi-bowl-shaped structure, you can see many bright, probe-like things. Obviously, that is its working center.

"Prototype machine, no cosmetic appearance, so it doesn't look very good," the Data Terminal flew around in the air above the new equipment. "I originally wanted to design it into the most beautiful coffin shape, but for efficiency, I just made a liner…"

Hao Ren quickly pushed the Data Terminal aside when he heard this: "Luckily you only made a liner! Aren't the rows of coffins in the basement creepy enough? By the way, how do you use this thing?"

The Data Terminal flew back and indicated the recess in the center of the device with a beam of light: "See this pit? Pour the Wraith in."

Hao Ren: "…Pour it in?"

Why does this feel so unserious!