A decade later.
Jeming stood in the center of the laboratory, before him was a gelatinous creature the size of a swimming pool.
It was translucent, glimmering with a faint blue light, its surface constantly writhing, like a living blob of jelly.
This was Jeming's cannon fodder unit for naval combat, the "Nest".
Clearly, Jeming was no longer satisfied with the temporary modifications he had made to the Nest before, so he was performing another modification surgery.
The surgery had been ongoing for seven days, reaching a crucial juncture.
Jeming's hand hovered above the blob of gel, his spiritual power turned into countless fine threads, weaving new energy circuits into its body little by little.
At this moment, the laboratory door was suddenly pushed open.
But facing the suddenly opened door, Jeming didn't even look up.
"Viola? You're here? Give me a moment, it'll be done soon."
