Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 737:

Q responded, “You’re skilled at insults. I confess, I am a lunatic. But for humanity to make significant advances, they must endure hardship; otherwise, people will continue to suffer from aging, sickness, and death, generation after generation.

Yes, my experiments on healthy, living people have caused mutations, disabilities, and even deaths. I’m shameless and evil, and I fully accept that.

However, if my research succeeds, it will justify these actions. I should be honored as a forefather of humanity. Those who have died in these experiments should be celebrated as heroes who have advanced progress.

There should be statues erected in their honor. You call me a shameless lunatic, and I accept that, but I don’t see being called a lunatic as an insult. Rather, lunatics are the pioneers of humanity. Hasn’t human progress always been spurred by lunatics?”

Marissa’s calling Q a lunatic unleashed a torrent of what Q believed to be rational justifications. Q even took pride in their declarations.

However, Marissa found no truth in Q’s words.

Marissa typed, “I have no interest in debating human issues with someone as inhumane as you. It’s like trying to reason with a mad dog.

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I want to make one thing clear to you: You can harbor grand dreams and conduct your mad experiments, but you must not experiment on living beings, and you certainly must not harm my family.

If you experiment on living people, I will kill you in the name of justice. If you harm my family, I will kill you for vengeance. Q, you’ll realize that provoking me is the biggest mistake you could make.”

Q typed, “Gahaha! Little girl, I admire your spirit, but youngsters shouldn’t be too arrogant. You’re just a young painter. While you’ve inherited your parents’ smarts, you lack the power to defeat me.

Speaking of justice seems even more absurd. If Black Mallow, the chief instructor at the Doomsday Base, said these things to me, I’d be genuinely concerned.

But hearing such words from someone as unthreatening as you just makes me laugh and dismiss it as naïve babbling. With what you’re capable of, your best option would be to work for me.”noveldrama

Marissa smirked. When she confronted Q, she planned to reveal herself as the chief instructor of the Doomsday Base, Black Mallow.

Q, unaware of Marissa’s thoughts, continued to send messages after giving her a condescending lecture.

“Here’s another friendly warning. You should keep a close eye on the physical changes in those two children with you.”

Marissa’s face turned grave. “What do you mean?”

Q explained, “While I’m not sure why those kids were suddenly sent to you, I know those I work with, and I’m sure those children have been used for experiments. They wouldn’t have cared for them for four years without a purpose.

Our organization doesn’t waste money. If an experimental subject is worthless, their fate is usually a mass grave. They wouldn’t have kept them well until four years old just to send them to you.”

Reading this made Marissa’s heart race. She felt she was living with two ticking time bombs that could go off at any moment.

Q typed, “I’ve said enough for today. I can’t reveal more. Now, let’s discuss what comes next. I know it’s tough to ask you to locate Dr. Finley in exchange for another answer—it’s a long shot since even global heavyweights can’t find her. So, I’ll offer you several more options.”

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