Transmigrator Alliance—these two words were deeply imprinted in Molag's mind.
When Molag walked out of the secure room, what entered his sight was pure white. It seemed like a military base, full of staff hurrying along.
They all wore white lab coats, a style Molag had only seen in his previous life and was definitely not a product of the World of Gods.
'Is it really the Transmigrator Alliance?' Seeing such a scene, Molag couldn't help believing in "Gu"'s words a little more.
Ever since he transmigrated, nothing in the entire world exceeded his expectations. That was, until he met "Gu" and the Transmigrator Alliance he mentioned.
'And just now, "Gu" said he'll take me to test my abilities? Could this mean…?'
"Each transmigrator has their own unique ability," "Gu" smiled and explained, as if he could see what Molag was thinking.
This confirmed Molag's suspicions. If so, then his ability should be the skill tree.
"We've read your information, but it was only when you killed Wolf that we were able to ascertain your identity as a transmigrator." "Gu" looked at Molag. "Your ability seems to allow you to master some unknown skills?"
Molag nodded. "Yes, this is the power from my previous life."
Although he gradually came to believe "Gu"'s words, Molag did not lose his basic vigilance and wasn't foolish enough to reveal his true identity.
"Gu" didn't speak anymore. He just took Molag to a laboratory, then said, "Use your ability here. We will measure the basic strength and rank of your ability."
Molag looked at him skeptically. "Abilities can be ranked?"
"Of course." "Gu" laughed involuntarily. "We divide tansmigrators' abilities into seven levels according to their strength and type. The highest is S Rank, the lowest is F Rank."
Molag's heart quickened slightly. He asked, "Then what do you think my ability's rough rank is?"
He knew that since "Gu" brought him here, this person must already have some ideas about his ability. On the other hand, he also planned to use Gu's judgment to decide how much of his ability to display.
He received an entire skill tree! If the so-called "ability" referred to ordinary abilities, how could they compare with his?
However, "Gu" just answered flatly, "The strength may reach B Rank, but the ability type is at most E Rank."
Molag's eyes couldn't help widening in shock, unable to imagine why his ability evaluation would be so low. Being able to kill Wolf in one strike proved it wasn't weak, right?
Seeing his expression, "Gu" just smiled and explained, "Only abilities that allow one to kill enemies of a higher level can be categorized as A Rank or above. As for the ability type… Your ability doesn't help your realm grow at all. This won't get you far."
Molag couldn't help falling silent after hearing this.
He, who had the experience of his previous life, certainly knew the importance of realm.
Don't be fooled by how he could kill Wolf by casually learning a skill. That was because the enemy's level was too low. If it was a Tier 10 opponent, he wouldn't actually have much of an advantage in terms of skills.
From this perspective, it wasn't wrong for "Gu" to rate his ability type as E Rank.
"Then let's get started," Molag said seriously after quashing the arrogance in his heart.
He walked into the lab and let the staff install some test equipment. Then he saw one of them nodding to him, indicating that he could start.
Molag took a deep breath and activated his ability based on their instructions. The skill tree in his mind began to appear, and skill data began to appear on his retina.
Outside the laboratory, Gu Nan stood in front of a computer, watching the changes on it.
The so-called Transmigrator Alliance was naturally a complete lie Gu Nan made up to fool him. In fact, Molag had been in a coma for over a month; Gu Nan didn't wake him up until the arrangements were completed.
This set of equipment came from Milky Way Heaven. Gu Nan personally asked Si Yun for it. It could clearly reflect chemical changes in the target's body and even display its real-time location.
When Molag activated his ability, the screen clearly showed that an unprecedented substance was being secreted rapidly in his brain.
The device itself quickly analyzed the mysterious substance's characteristics and found the corresponding substance from the substance table.
"No. 059812—What substance is this?" Gu Nan asked while looking at the results.
Sweating profusely, a staff member stood up and rummaged through another table.
If it was a normal substance, the device itself would give the name. But now, it only had a number, indicating that this was a substance that hadn't been completely verified yet.
"Substance code 059, this is…" The staff found the meaning of the first half of the number and couldn't help exclaiming, "A specific ratio for a world origin."
"A world origin?" Gu Nan was stunned. He didn't expect for Molag's body to secrete such a thing.
Milky Way Heaven's equipment adopted the substance naming convention common to the Myriad Heavens. The "059" half meant it was a world origin, and the "812" behind signified the specific ratio.
World origins weren't all that rare. There were so many planes in the Myriad Heavens, and each one had its own world origin.
These origins had certain commonalities, but each had its own special properties. Therefore, fundamentally, each origin had its own specific ratio.
Of course, this subtle difference was meaningless for most people. No matter the allocation ratio, it wouldn't affect the world origin's usage.
However, Gu Nan suddenly thought of another possibility— 'Could No. 059812 be the Origin World's origin?'
'Could it be that the world origin is the cause behind transmigrators leaving the Origin World?'
These thoughts flashed through Gu Nan's head, and he ordered calmly, "Have him activate his ability again and see if this phenomenon is consistent."
The staff member nodded in agreement.
After several rounds of testing, they finally verified the results.
As long as Molag activated his ability, a world origin would automatically be secreted in his brain, and it was always No. 059812. But the amount of world origin that appeared was determined by the intensity of Molag's ability usage.
Gu Nan stared at this result in thought, then asked, "Can we mix this origin by ourselves?"
"Of course, My Lord." The lab member on the seat smiled. "As long as we know the number, we can mix any type of world origin."
"Good." Gu Nan nodded. "Create this world origin. Have Molag stop his ability, then inject the origin into his head."
This sounded a bit scary, but the researchers who came from labs were long since accustomed to this.
In their eyes, Molag was just a test subject.
Molag, who was in the experimental chamber, was still faithfully cooperating with the experiment. That was, until a syringe descended from the ceiling.