"The Nihari Giants were always... Humans?" Jabba muttered in a low voice and leaned back with a dumbfounded face and lost in thought, it seemed as if he did not hear a word that Robin said after that line.
Although his master's conclusion was not very far from his own, in the end, Robin's conclusion also says that humans are the origin of at least some intelligent creatures, but there is a difference between what he wanted to achieve and what Robin declared.
Jabba really wanted to research the *original* blood of humans in order to discover more of the secrets of the universe, and he actually came to the same theory as Robin that there is something else that is actually responsible for determining the true specifications of each species, and during the two years that followed his battle with the Warlord, he spent them trying to explore the *original and unique* human blood more deeply
But it turns out that he could have searched his own blood before the Warlord's battle since he was also a human. Did all he really do was strip himself of the advantages given to him by the variable molecules of the Nihari Giants? Isn't this like a man taking off his armor and weapons and entering the battlefield naked? Was all his research really for nothing?!
...As for Robin, he did not interrupt him and let him face the truth. He had spent years pursuing something, but he was faced with a different truth. Even if it was only slightly different, it still changed all his dreams.
He left him in his own world to copy reality, then he returned to looking at the Demons' blood container in silence...
The variable molecules in the demons' blood do not form any patterns as they are only responsible for dismantling and devouring the blood of intelligent beings. Although he has not seen the demons' DNA, the lack of patterns in their blood that give the demons their peculiar features or appearance means, in one way or another, that this is the original form of their species... They are a true race, separate and different, completely independent from humans and demi-humans, yet for some reason, they seem to have been created to be the natural enemy of humanity.
It's not as if Robin doesn't understand that demons have to eat. The rich individuals among humans and demi-humans spend a lot of money eating the meat of high-level beasts. There are even demi-humans who eat their own relatives like the Nihari Giants do. A big reason for this is that it provides their affinity with natural energy and helps them create their solid energy foundations faster.
Perhaps only yesterday, Robin would not have been able to answer why the meat of high-level beasts gave these benefits to humans, but the answer is available to him now. He saw with his own eyes all the subtle energy present in the blood of the beasts, and certainly, there is more and more in their meat and bones. What way could be better to get energy than eating it directly? Especially this kind of energy that has been broken down, refined, and easily absorbed, no wonder eating high-level meat gives this kind of benefits!
But... Demons do not care about the energy in the body, rather they literally purify and expel it. They are chasing the human blood itself!!
ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Every step he took in this path of blood research made his heart clench more toward the Demons...
"Sigh~ Master, please tell me that I didn't waste the past years searching in vain." Jabba rubbed the area between his eyes and spoke in low spirits
Robin took his eyes off the demons' blood container and raised his eyebrows at Jabba, "Are you an idiot? You have discovered a path of research that is no less important than research into heavenly laws. If you could control the movement and shape of those variable molecules in some way, there would be no disease that you cannot cure, there would be no race that you are powerless to destroy, these molecules clearly show you the strengths and weaknesses of all races. I can't even begin to count the number of applications we can use this knowledge for!"
"Yes… we can create new races and begin the era of genetic engineering!" The excitement returned to Jabba's face
*baa* Robin slapped his own forehead when he heard this
"...Did I say something wrong?"
Robin sighed, "Create new races? Are you going to play the role of a mad scientist now or do you think you have become a god? Get that idea out of your head already. Our job as researchers is to find facts and use them for the benefit of mankind -and for some personal interests, of course- but we definitely cannot mess around in things we can't afford to mess with. Did you not stop for a moment to ask yourself what these molecules are in the first place and why they form these very precise patterns? Is this something that could come from nowhere or by pure coincidence? Did you think that those molecules created themselves one day and they held a closed meeting in which they decided they're going to create these patterns out of boredom?!"
"You are saying..?" Jabba raised his eyebrows slightly
"I say not to mess with what you don't understand until we know what's going on around us." Robin waved and closed the topic
Jabba rubbed his head a little. He actually thought that those molecules were just mutations and that was it. Although he did not say this out loud, he still stuck to his opinion, "...Can I at least return a few people to their origins as happened to me? I want to observe the changes taking place as a bystander to get a better idea of the field."
Robin laughed in a low voice, "Although I have not tried it, I can imagine the amount of pain you went through while exploding all those variable molecules in your body and forcing that enormous energy to remain inside your body for more than half an hour until the process was completed. Tell me... How many people can repeat what did?"
"This..." Jabba had no one to say it to. He held on all this time, firstly because he had the body of someone at the top of the Dragon's realm, secondly because of his strong will to succeed, and thirdly because of his responsibility towards the Sixth Legion and his fear that his death would drag them with him.
If he hadn't managed to hold up that day, the resulting explosion would have been enough to wipe out the area and everyone in it...
How many people can repeat this process? There are certainly a few people, but who would be willing to experience something like this, and why would they agree to transform into a human in the first place?
Assuming that he captured a person and forced him to carry out this experiment, his consciousness would collapse due to the pain and loss of purpose, and a massive explosion would occur!
Simply put, what happened to Jabba cannot be repeated again.
After a little thought, Jabba breathed, "...Then allow me to continue the research in the field of blood. I want to improve the two techniques to achieve a better result that makes the transformation easier."
"You may, but do not limit your research to improving the two techniques only. Do not make the same mistake as me and limit your horizons with your own hand, okay?" Robin nodded with a smile, "I would like to ask a favor from you as well."
"Consider it done!!" Jabba shouted and patted his chest
Robin laughed, "Will you hear it first? I want you to choose a team of a few researchers, chemists, doctors, and anyone relatively famous in any kind of branch of science and have them help you in your research on blood, but I have other requests for you to do as well. First, you must collect or write all the books on the Plants and resources on the four planets and recommend appropriate ways to use them, secondly, develop a branch of making pills and drugs, thirdly, I also want you to find a suitable way to use the corpses of the buds that we have collected instead of just turning them into food for the Draco."
Robin felt happy as he said those words, to have a disciple representing him and a team researching together for the secrets of the universe. This was a dream come true!
Recently, whenever he thinks about research that he has to do, he feels burdened, not because he hates research, on the contrary, this was the goal of his life, but because there are many things that he has to do quickly, and he does everything on his own.
But Jabba's recent appearance has lightened the heavy burden...
"Hmm, the most difficult element of this mission will be gathering the right team. As for the three missions, they complement each other in a way." Jabba rubbed his chin for a few seconds, "Give me six months and the team will be ready! But... What about me leading the Sixth Legion?"
"We will find them a new general." Robin gave a short answer
".... Alright then." Although Jabba felt some remorse about parting from the forces he had gathered and trained for years, in the end, this was not his dream and ultimate goal, If he wanted to fight and lead soldiers he would not have followed Robin in the first place.
"Good!" Robin tapped his thigh then stood up and headed towards the tent door, "Let's go, you've locked yourself in here long enough."
"where are we going?" Jabba quickly stood up and hurried after his teacher
A big smile appeared on Robin's face, "We will go say hello to Hoffenheim of course, The war has been long enough."
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