I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 572 - 570: The Newborn

Chapter 572: Chapter 570: The Newborn

Gunshots rang out, striking Li Lianhua right between the brows. The bullet burrowed a bloody hole in his forehead without deviation, and Li Lianhua’s head tilted back, leaning against the back of the sofa chair. He was dead beyond any doubt. A while later, his arm dropped listlessly, pulling his head to collide with the sofa cushion, a large pool of blood forming around him.

The other family elders, accustomed to grand spectacles, remained composed, all turning their gaze toward the man. In their eyes, there was no fear, only calculation and estimation.

"You’ve run out of bullets, haven’t you? That thing can only shoot once," one of the family elders said.

The man paid him no attention. He stepped forward, placing his finger under Li Lianhua’s nostril. Finding no breath, he double-checked by feeling for a pulse and probing the chest, confirming that the person was indeed dead before he felt at ease.

He turned and walked to the door, calculating in his mind. Although the gunshot wasn’t loud, at most similar to the sound of a firecracker, he couldn’t underestimate the security measures of the Grand Ducal Residence. A person like Li Lianhua would be extremely cautious about his life; with his death, the alarm would have certainly been silently triggered.

The man gripped the doorknob, intending to open a crack to peek outside. Though already resigned to his fate, the will to survive is a basic human instinct. He twisted it twice, but the doorknob wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, he remembered when he had burst in, the door hadn’t been closed.

Had it been closed or not? The man already couldn’t remember, but now the door was indisputably locked.

What the hell was going on?

He briskly walked over to the balcony and pulled aside the floor-to-ceiling curtains, only to find that a fireproof wall had descended outside the glass.

"What’s going on??!! What kind of game are you people playing?!" The man turned and demanded an explanation from the group of elders.

The elders themselves appeared confused.

At that moment, Li Lianhua’s voice could be heard in the room, "Hahahaha! What a marvelous performance~"

"Huh? What’s this..." The man looked up toward the four corners of the room.

"You think you’re the only one who wants me dead? Did you really think my residence was so easy to breach?" Li Lianhua laughed.

"You... are still alive?!" The man was startled.

He quickly walked over to the body on the sofa and inspected it thoroughly.

Could it be... a decoy?

"All you old fools, doing your little tricks behind my back, you think I’m unaware? This whole thing was planned as a trap to kill you all. I was worried about how to clean up afterward, but this is perfect. You delivered a scapegoat right to my doorstep~" Li Lianhua laughed.

"You, Li Lianhua, really think we couldn’t see through your ploy of setting up a trap like the Banquet at Hongmen? As if you’d dare to actually take action! You think our families are that easy to deceive?!" One of the elders cursed toward the ceiling.

Li Lianhua remained silent. At that moment, a sweet, musty scent began to rise in the room.

The man knew it was poison gas and hurriedly walked toward the door, trying to kick it open.

At this point, he could no longer care about how much noise he made; his instinctive desire to survive took over his body, and he kicked at the door lock with all his might.

After a few loud bangs, the door was kicked open, but it seemed there was still something blocking it from behind. The man kicked a few more times; the door lock was completely broken, but through the crack in the door, he could see a layer of iron-gray fireproofing wall.

The man was somewhat unwilling to give up, but he saw that the elders in the room had begun to react, and he, too, felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, clutching his upper stomach, his breathing becoming labored.

A few seconds later, he slowly slid to the ground, lying on his side, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out before he fell silent.

The next day.

Yin Country’s internal network broadcast a news report: The Ducal Mansion’s birthday banquet had been invaded by an assassin, who killed the attending noble elders and nearly harmed Li Lianhua, but in the end, the culprit was shot dead by the guards.

At the same time, Li Lianhua captured a large number of the assassins’ accomplices; over thirty servers and attendants were caught and interrogated, and after a beating, they confessed to the mastermind, who was then sentenced to death for treason. Li Lianhua also took the opportunity to launch a purge, persecuting and intimidating the disobedient noble families, solidifying her own rule.

Soon after the farce in Yin Country concluded, the tiny infant that had been placed in Fujiwara Makoto’s womb had also gradually grown over two months.

The fetus, nurtured in this external womb, grew several times faster than a normal fetus. The research team, using X-ray imaging, could see the baby within the womb; it had been the size of a palm when inserted, and now it had reached the size of a one-year-old child.

Moreover, the external womb itself had grown much larger, nearly half the size of an adult’s. The original culture tank could no longer contain it.

After another month, the fetus in the womb had grown from the form of an infant to the size of a ten-year-old child. He curled up his body, nestled in the massive womb, and those eyes that occasionally opened in the black-and-white imaging showed a white glow.

During this time, Wei Tianyang had been keeping a close eye on the developments of the fetus in the womb. The current situation indicated that Fujiwara Makoto’s womb acted like a crucible, causing some strange transformations in the sperm and fetus inside it, and the womb itself also changed with each gestation, its increase in size being the most obvious sign.

Although the child had not yet been born, Wei Tianyang could already hear his heart. He knew no language, and his thoughts and desires were purely instinctual.

Half a month later, the womb had grown to the size of an adult. The research team replaced it with a larger culture tank, and the child in the womb had reached the size of a 16-year-old. In just over three months, the palm-sized fetus had matured in the womb.

One night, the child extended one leg out of the womb and, with a slick sound, slid out of it, his entire body submerged in the nutrient fluid.

He was hairless, his skin a brownish hue, features regular, with full lips—truly the spitting image of Heisai State people, while his pupils were a purple hue. He pounded on the glass, wanting to get out, frightening the night-shift researchers.

The youth pummeled the glass of the tank with his bare hands, and, finding no reaction, he opened his mouth and screamed. Suddenly, a series of bubbles rose in the nutrient fluid; then, a purple glow spread within, and the youth morphed out a drill, gripped it, and shattered the glass enclosure.

When the bulk of the research team arrived, the young man had already opened the glass, and as the nutrient fluid spilled onto the floor, he climbed out. Seeing the weapons in the hands of the armed personnel, a purple glow flashed behind him, conjuring up a dozen automatic rifles firing at them, instantly setting off alarms all over the building.

Two security personnel were wounded, thankfully not causing greater casualties. The youth, on the other hand, turned and smashed the window, trying to escape. He reached the window, saw the vehicles on the street, and looked out at the city’s night scene, momentarily stunned in place.

Just then, Wei Tianyang flew up from downstairs, grabbed the youth by the neck, and slammed him to the ground.

A dozen rifles appeared beside Wei Tianyang and fired simultaneously.

The purple reconstructive bullets didn’t harm Wei Tianyang in the slightest. He used a bit of force in his left hand, flicked the youth’s forehead, and the young man fell into unconsciousness.