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Chapter 09 Experimental Records 249

[Briefing on the 249th Experiment of the Spacetime Leap Project]

[Target for cloning: Mind-controlled soldiers]

Experiment result: Failure

[Error Factor: Incorrect object type being copied]

[Conclusion: The plan is initially complete; subsequent steps only require adjusting parameters and determining the objects to be copied]

[WARNING: The copied object has been removed from the system and urgently needs to be controlled.]

"Doctor, something terrible has happened! Please come and take a look immediately."

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

"Oh dear, it's all a mess. The copied object is completely different from the preset one."

The old man, referred to as the PhD, pushed up his reading glasses and stared at the experimental report that had just been delivered.

This is the 67th floor of Stark Tower, which is also the secret experimental area they created three years ago.

"Quickly, take me to the control center immediately, without stopping for a moment."

The old doctor casually tossed the briefing onto the table, grabbed his assistant, and ran out of the office.

The entire 67th floor, or rather most of the floors of the Stark Tower, is now in chaos.

In the corridor outside the office, groups of employees were gathering to demonstrate.

"The hourly wage is too low, give us a raise immediately!"

"Stark Industries treats us like slaves, Ral Stark, get out!"

"The risk of death from overwork is too high; we demand a reduction in working hours!"

They lined up in two rows, chanting slogans in unison, and marched toward the main office on the 67th floor.

This scene can be seen on almost every floor at this moment.

All of this was due to the failure of the 249th experiment—

The parameters in the experiment deviated, making the experimental subjects completely uncontrollable.

"Let me guess, have you guys turned into a troublesome guy?"

In a chair in the corner of the experimental control room, a man wearing an iron mask chuckled contemptuously.

He knew very well why the old doctor had come; many technical problems could only be solved by him.

"That's right, but that also shows our plan is feasible."

"Oh? Feasible? Didn't I warn you about the extreme risks of a multiverse collision?"

The masked man turned around from his chair—he usually had his back to the other staff members, and no one had ever seen his face beneath the mask.

That's why I need your help.

The old doctor asked for help with a smile, while taking a remote control out of his pocket and shaking it in his hand.

"Don't forget, your life is still in our hands."

"Fine, fine, you idiots."

The masked man reluctantly raised his hands and spun his chair back to operate the control panel on the table.

All information about the experiment has been sent over via internal software.

"Uh, are you guys really professionals?"

After reviewing the questions, the masked man couldn't help but ask, "Is this how you identify cloned individuals?"

The supplementary description section reads: bald head, thick eyebrows, small mustache, pointed chin.

"No problem," the old doctor said, scratching his already sparse white hair. "Anyway, the auxiliary description is just to enhance stability, not to actually determine anything."

"Okay, then let me ask you, what is the name of the object being copied?"

"Something Ilyich, then something Nov, anyway, it's very long."

"...That's Lenin."

Upon hearing this, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the old doctor and the masked man.

No wonder the experiment went out of control.

In the evaluation of the spacetime jump device, the replica of Lenin was found to be highly similar to the original and could not be manipulated by the device.

The report also stated that once the clones began to act freely, they immediately incited the building's employees and staff to oppose Larry Stark and the Stark Group.

"What were your original character designs?"

"Mind Control Soldier Yuri".

"Then I give up."

The masked man held his forehead and let out two bitter laughs. Ever since he stepped down from his position, none of the company's experiments had gone smoothly.

However, Larry Stark was hesitant to let him directly participate in key tasks.

Only a mess like this would be pushed onto him to handle.

"It's very easy to solve; just create a system patch for the device."

Once he focused his attention, the masked man ignored the old doctor and the noise outside the central control room and concentrated on coding.

By that evening, the chaos at Stark Industries had finally come to an end.

The time-space jump device retrieved the clone of Lenin; meanwhile, Lars Stark promised to increase benefits, thus appeasing the employees.

-

"If what you're saying is true, then we're in big trouble."

After listening to the girl's account of the entire experiment, Gu Yi frowned slightly.

"Aren't you the one I saw on the roof of Stark Tower...?"

Qin Wuying recalled the scene when he first met this girl and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"This is Lucy Stark, Ral Stark's daughter. And this is Qin Wuying, a new sorcerer member of Kamar-Taj."

Gu Yi noticed that the two seemed to be at odds, so she took the initiative to introduce them.

"Heh, this gentleman isn't very polite, is he?"

Lucy was still a little upset about the incident where her privacy was violated last time.

"Since you're Ralph's daughter, why are you helping us?"

"I just can't stand the things he does."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't care about you, I just want to confirm whether you're friend or foe."

That's why I said you don't know how to respect people.

Lucy shook her hair and angrily turned her head away.

"Alright, there's no need to argue about this."

Gu Yi chuckled, putting one arm around someone's shoulder, "There are still important tasks waiting for you, don't hold a grudge."

In Gu Yi's eyes, the bickering between the two young people was just like that of children.

"Unless she stops treating me like some kind of thug."

"Out of respect for the venerable one, perhaps we can observe your behavior for the time being and decide whether to respect you."

In the end, Lucy showed some concessions; she was still able to distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

"Since that's the case, then I apologize to you, although I really didn't mean it," Qin Wuying replied, lowering his head.

After Lucy left, Kamar-Taj entered a period of unusually busy activity.

Stark Industries' spacetime travel project could undoubtedly break down the barriers between universes.

That would be a significant disaster for both the real world and the magical world.

Even a mere spacetime rift could attract many malicious individuals and even trigger a crisis of cosmic annihilation.

Before Qin Wuying can correct this timeline, he must solve this major problem.

However, before that—

"Mr. Qin, this suits you very well."

Standing in front of the mirror, listening to the maid's opinion, Qin Wuying turned around with satisfaction. Today was the first time he had worn the Kamar-Taj uniform.

Finally, it's not GTA-style clothing anymore.

How can a good protagonist in a story not have a cool battle outfit?

"Mr. Qin, the combat training arranged for you by the Venerable One is about to begin, so please do not watch it."

"Ah? Okay, coming right away."

The maid finally couldn't help but urge Qin Wuying to stop staring blankly at the mirror.

After straightening his clothes, Qin Wuying headed straight to the training ground, where he would be conducting his first combat simulation.

"Holy crap, you're my opponent?!"