Chapter 340 Titan Primarch
"Dr. Allen, what other superpowers do you have? Demonstrate them!"
Margaret became interested.
Alan walked over to the vase, picked a flower, turned around and handed it to Margaret.
"Miss, please put this flower in your pocket."
Margaret took the flower and put it into the chest pocket of her overalls, with curiosity in her eyes, looking forward to Alan's next performance.
Alan turned and walked to the bedside table, silently performing the "detection technique" in front of the mirror.
The mirror surface glowed with magical light, casting a hazy scene.
The small space surrounded by the fabric forms a dark pocket.
A crumpled flower, lying quietly deep in my pocket.
"Wow! This seems to be some kind of reconnaissance-related superpower!"
Margaret raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I know of several similar abilities, but this is the first time I've seen someone detect objects inside a closed pocket! Dad! What do you think of Dr. Allen's ability?"
"very nice."
Dr. Solomon stroked his beard and smiled.
"Alan, your teleportation and reconnaissance skills, although not very powerful in combat, can play a huge role in the field of intelligence. It is no problem to be rated as A-level."
"I'm honored to receive your affirmation." Allen looked flattered. "Director, according to what you said, I can get a job in the intelligence department?"
"Don't worry about this. You are still seriously ill and need to take good care of yourself for a while. After you recover, you can consider work."
Dr. Solomon stood up.
"Before you leave, I want to give you a suggestion."
"Please go ahead, Director. I will humbly accept your guidance."
"Take advantage of this free time during recuperation to familiarize yourself with the Titan Network and collect intelligence from all aspects of society."
"Dr. Allen, the world has undergone tremendous changes in the past thirteen years. You must learn about these major events that have changed the fate of mankind as soon as possible and fill in the gaps in your memory."
"In the meantime, you should also use the Titan Network to practice your teleportation and reconnaissance skills."
"Especially reconnaissance skills. If you can extend the reconnaissance radius to the end of the network service area, then your future will be bright!"
"Thank you for your encouragement, I will try my best!"
Alan shook Dr. Solomon's hand vigorously, looking very excited.
Margaret took the flower out of her pocket, sniffed it, and gave it back to Alan with a smile.
"Come on, Doctor. I look forward to having you work in my department. I promise to give you the best treatment."
Hearing her words, Allen knew that the intelligence department of Solomon Company was headed by this young lady.
After seeing the father and daughter off, Alan immediately connected to the Titan Network.
With his A-level permissions, he can query most databases.
However, there is some data with a higher confidentiality level that is currently inaccessible.
Alan thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards the door.
I picked up a small toothpick-like wooden stick, which still had the sweet scent of candy and Margaret's saliva on it.
Alan avoided the surveillance, held the small wooden stick in his hand, and silently performed the "prayer spell", using it as a spell material to simulate Margaret's biological characteristics and mental fluctuations as an access key.
Soon, Allen successfully got through and hacked into the database with the highest confidentiality level.
The private files of all the senior executives of Solomon Corporation, including the information of Solomon and his daughter, were all exposed before him.
Alan's lips curled up slightly as he copied all the information into his mind.
Half an hour later.
Alan exited the Titan Network, cast a spell to eliminate traces of illegal intrusion, and fell into long thought.
In the entire Metropolitan Shelter, with nearly one million residents, the only registered "reincarnated persons" are Solomon and his daughter.
The superpowers of this father and daughter are only equivalent to those of a ninth- and eighth-level warlock.
However, when they go all out, they can unleash legendary power.
This is because both the father and daughter had organs transplanted into their bodies that did not belong to humans - the Titan Primarch!
The origin of the Titan can be traced back to the meteorite that fell in the western Pacific Ocean twenty-three years ago.
The hard and dense outer shell of a meteorite is composed entirely of a crystal core.
Inside this outer shell, there is a strange life form from an alien planet, which was later named Titan Matrix, the source of all Titan cells in the world.
The meteorite fell into the ocean, and the mother body of Titan split into five parts and was dispersed by ocean currents.
These five fragments are the so-called "Titan Prototypes".
The predecessor of the Solomon Corporation, the Dusen Group, salvaged two meteorite fragments.
Biological tissues attached to meteorite fragments, one large and one small.
The larger portion looks like a humanoid head, but is missing an eye.
Dr. Solomon and his closest collaborator at the time, Professor Butler, named this section "The Knower."
The smaller organ, which happens to be the missing eye of the Knower, is named the "Gazer".
The Solomon Institute under Duson Corporation is responsible for recovering and studying these two fragments from alien life forms.
The two heads of the institute, Dr. Solomon and Professor Butler, soon received a series of shocks.
Although the "Knower" and the "Gazer" are badly damaged, they still retain vigorous vitality and can even emit mental waves and communicate telepathically with researchers.
The "Gazer" is good at visual supernatural abilities. He can see through all lies and illusions and see into the darkness in the deepest part of people's hearts.
"The Knower" possesses powerful thinking and calculation abilities, and his brain tissue stores endless mysterious knowledge.
Initially, researchers underestimated the dangers of gaining access to this mysterious knowledge.
In one experiment, an attempt was made to convert the brain waves of the "knower" into digital signals and decipher them.
As a result, during the operation, the world's most powerful large-scale computer group at the time crashed.
The brain waves of the "Knower" penetrated the thick lead protective shield and spread throughout the entire experimental building.
Except for two people, all the 146 scientific researchers on site were exposed to strong brain wave radiation, suffered collective mental collapse and fell into a coma.
Seeing this, Alan suddenly realized.
It turns out that the number one Titan Primarch "The Knower" was the root cause of the experimental accident thirteen years ago and the initiator of the catastrophe that swept the world!
The only two survivors at the scene of the accident were Dr. Solomon and Professor Butler.
There is no record in the archives as to how the two of them were able to survive.
In hindsight, it is likely that the two communicated mentally with the Titan Primarch and reached some kind of deal.
The content of the transaction sounds a bit scary.
Dr. Solomon and Professor Butler each sacrificed a part of their flesh and blood.
After that, the two made soul contracts with "The Knower" and "The Gazer" respectively, becoming the world's first Titan cell infected people.
Dr. Solomon seemed to have sacrificed part of his brain tissue, and the remaining part was filled with the brain tissue of the "Knower", and from then on he gained powerful spiritual power.
Professor Butler sacrificed his right eye.
After the "Gazer" shrank, it parasitized in his eye sockets, giving him magical visual superpowers.
Alan recalled the strange eyes that peeked out from behind Professor Butler's compass-shaped eye patch when he first met him...
"So, that's the second Titan Primarch 'Gazer'!"
"No wonder the magic power of the eyeball itself is stronger than that of its host, Professor Butler."
Alan muttered to himself.
Seven years ago, Solomon Corporation managed to recover the third Titan Primarch, "The Thinker".
Its appearance and function are similar to those of a biological heart.
The person who made a contract with the "Thinker" was Dr. Solomon's only daughter, Margaret.
The signatories of the contract must sacrifice a sufficient amount of their own flesh and blood.
Margaret didn't want to damage her appearance, so she was clever and sacrificed some of her subcutaneous fat.
She felt that doing so would make her slimmer and would have no disadvantages.
Unfortunately, being too clever can backfire.
She was not fat to begin with, but after the sacrifice, her healthy fat cells were replaced by Titan cells and underwent subtle mutations.
Each mutated cell will expand significantly when filled with magical power.
The originally slim girl turned into a fat girl weighing more than 300 pounds, like an inflated ball.
In return, Margaret awakened a variety of superpowers.
The two strongest ones directly call upon the power of "The Thinker", and their power is comparable to legendary magic!
The fourth and fifth Titan Primarchs have also appeared in certain locations around the world, causing riots and disasters.
However, before Solomon Company had a chance to recover it, it disappeared again.
These two Titan Primarchs, which occasionally appeared, were named "The Grabber" and "The Wanderer" respectively.
According to testimony provided by eyewitnesses at the scene, the fourth Primarch, "The Grabber", looked like a pale arm floating in mid-air.
The fifth Primarch, "The Wanderer", has an even more terrifying appearance.
It usually appears as a headless corpse missing its heart and right hand, wandering aimlessly on the ground.
Those who tried to track down the "wanderer" all returned in vain.
Whenever they were about to get close to their target, the "Wanderer" would teleport and disappear from their sight.
Although Solomon Corporation's research on the Titan Primitive caused a disaster that almost destroyed human civilization, it also yielded many results that surpassed human civilization.
For example, crystal core generators, cancer inhibitors, and Titan mental networks.
Dr. Solomon and Professor Butler's team discovered early on that the Titan Primitives were able to expand a spiritual field with a radiation radius of thousands of kilometers centered on themselves.
All those infected with Titan cells can achieve mental connection and share senses within this area.
The superpowers awakened after being infected with Titan cells can also be enhanced within this area.
That’s right , this special ability of the Primarch is the core of the Titan Network!
The "Solomon Network" created by Dr. Solomon in the Metropolitan Shelter uses the No. 1 Primarch "The Knower" as the "network server".
The hub of the "Secluded Network" created by Professor Butler in Liberty City is the second Primarch "Gazer" in his eye sockets.
Margaret's third original body, "The Thinker", is the backup of the "Solomon Network".
Alan also learned from this secret file that Solomon Company has been working to recover the remaining two Titan Primitives for many years.
Dr. Solomon believes that, or more precisely, the "Knower" who imparts mysterious knowledge to him believes that by gathering all five Primarchs, the Titan mother can be reconstructed.
Those who complete this task will sign a contract with the Titan Matrix and become an SS-class "ruler" that surpasses the S-class "reincarnated"!
The "Ruler" has supreme power.
Just one thought can make all surrender.
Allen declined to comment on Dr. Solomon's ambition to be promoted to "Ruler".
However, when reading this information, Allen was surprised to find that...
The fusion progress bar of the original Titan's origin actually grew a little bit!
From this, it can be seen that the information about the Titan Matrix is crucial for him to integrate the origin of the Titan ancestor.
Based on past experience, Allen had reason to speculate that in this original space, simply practicing was useless.
Even if the Titan bloodline is awakened again, it is impossible to increase the progress of the Titan ancestor's origin fusion to 100%.
The final and most crucial part of this trial is likely to be the fusion of the Titan mother body!
In order to achieve this goal, Alan must first find the remaining two Titan Primitives - "Grabber" and "Wanderer"!
…
Saturday.
Margaret came to Alan and asked him how he was doing.
"My body has fully recovered. My superpowers are compatible with the Titan network and have been well integrated. I can now teleport and detect within the city."
Margaret nodded, indicating her satisfaction with Allen's answer, and then asked, "When you say the city, does it include the trenches and subway tunnels under the surface?"
Alan groaned and said carefully: "I haven't tried it yet, but it shouldn't be a big problem. Miss, what are your plans?"
"To be honest, the police are planning a city-wide crackdown on organized crime, and they need the cooperation of our intelligence department."
Margaret pulled two lollipops from her breast pocket and handed one to Alan.
Alan wanted to say that he was not interested in candy.
However, considering the years after the disaster, candy has become a luxury, and it is difficult to refuse Margaret's generous gift. After thanking her, she accepted it.
Secretly turn on the system to detect the ingredients of the candy.
After making sure that there were no poisonous substances, he peeled off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth... and then he couldn't help but frown.
Margaret stared at him, a mischievous smile appearing on her plump cheeks, as white as yeast dough.
“How does it taste?”
“It’s so sour, like chewing a raw lemon.”
Alan said with a wry smile.
"This is my favorite flavor. It's refreshing and invigorating. Once you get used to the sourness, you'll be addicted to it like me!"
Margaret giggled, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put another lollipop in her mouth.
While sucking the candy, he said to Alan in a slurred voice:
“We have launched similar actions in the past, but unfortunately the results were not good.”
"Those rats and hyenas hiding in the sewers are alert and cunning. They always escape from their nests before the police raid and scatter to the complex subway tunnels and sewage ditches."
"These gangsters, who call themselves 'recluses', are not within the scope of online monitoring. Once they go into hiding, they are almost impossible to track."
"But now it's different."
Margaret pulled the lollipop out of her mouth, the red, moist sugar ball, and pointed it at Alan who was sitting opposite her.
"The police's request for help reminded me of your superpowers."
"Dr. Allen, if your investigative skills can accurately locate the location of the gang leader, even if the rat hides deep in the gutter, he will not be able to escape the punishment of the law!"
"How about it, do you have the confidence to help me?"
Alan thought for a moment, then looked up to meet Margaret's expectant gaze.
"Miss, I am honored to be able to provide you with some valuable services. Now I need a blacklist."
"Excellent! That's exactly the answer I was hoping to hear!"
Margaret's fat body trembled with pleasure.
"I can give you the list you need right now."
As she spoke, she rewrapped the remaining candy in paper and placed it on the coffee table.
Free your hands and gently stroke your temples on both sides with your index fingers.
Alan immediately sensed a mental wave coming.
At the same time, the "Titan System" issued a prompt: a strange ID was trying to communicate with him mentally.
Here are the three included options:
A: No.
B: Accept.
C: Accept and add it to your address book .
Alan chose option C.
So, Margaret's name appeared on the first page of the blank address book.
A confidential document was transmitted via brain waves.
Rows of pictures and text data flashed through my mind, all of which were gang leaders that the police were targeting.
As expected, the target at the top of the blacklist is the leader of the Ditch Gang, "Crocodile King" Waylon.
Alan spent a few minutes reading the information sent by Margaret.
"Miss, when will we start?"
"Tomorrow evening at eight o'clock sharp."
"Okay, I will sort out the hiding places of all the bandits on the list and give them to you before noon tomorrow."
"Actually, we don't need to go that early." Margaret waved her hand. "An hour in advance is enough, in case the hyenas leave their nest at the last minute and we are left empty-handed."
"No problem, I'll do as you say."
After seeing Margaret off, Alan returned to the living room alone.
Seeing the leftover lollipop on the coffee table, he hesitated for a moment, picked it up, tore open the wrapping paper and smelled it.
It didn't have the pungent sour smell I expected.
Alan dipped his finger into the wet and sticky candy ball and brought it to his mouth to taste it. It was sweet with a hint of sourness, but the sourness was far less than that of his own.
"...Is it fun to play tricks on people?" Alan muttered bitterly, "What a naughty boy!"
Outside the door, mischievous laughter could be heard faintly.
Alan had a depressed look on his face, but there was no ripple in his heart.
Of course he knew that his actions were under Margaret's mental surveillance.
He deliberately tasted the candies she left behind and found out that she had played a trick on him, just to prove that he was not stupid.
After realizing that he was being tricked, he pretended to complain loudly in order to leave an impression that met Margaret's expectations:
"This man is thoughtful, but not cunning or dark-minded. He is worth cultivating."
