- The Reincarnation World Where Only I Know the Storyline
- RWWOKS Chapter 78
**Chapter 78: The Key to Talent Evolution**
Based on the characteristics of each test subject, the orphanage developed individualized training plans.
Compared to the destructive abilities of the others, the abilities of Subject 7 were much more intriguing.
He had a rare self-healing ability, allowing his body to recover from any injury in a short amount of time.
Even though his physical capabilities weren’t particularly outstanding, Subject 7 managed to stand out among the other test subjects thanks to his exceptional combat instincts.
His emotionless and cold calculations granted him a ruthless nature—someone who didn’t care about his own life was bound to become an exceptional assassin with a high success rate for missions.
“Interesting,” Fang Bo mused.
Sitting up from the cold bed, Fang Bo tried moving his limbs, finding that the sensation felt almost identical to reality.
Enmu’s power was indeed formidable, capable of immersing people in realistic and pleasant dreams.
No matter how strong someone was, they couldn’t easily distinguish between dream and reality. But for Fang Bo, this ability had no effect.
The reason was simple: the scene before him belonged to the memories of “Subject 7,” which had nothing to do with Fang Bo personally.
If he felt any sense of immersion, that would have been the real surprise.
Picking up a sharp knife from the windowsill, Fang Bo tested it by slicing a small cut into his palm. The pain was so vivid that it almost made him forget whether he was in a dream or not.
After about three seconds, the wound healed automatically. This level of regeneration was almost on par with that of a Lower Moon demon.
“So, this was the original ability. It almost feels stronger than the ‘Heart of Steel,’” Fang Bo reflected.
The “Heart of Steel” was a legendary trait that seemed to be a watered-down version of this ability, a result of the fusion of two different talents. However, Fang Bo couldn’t understand why the “Heart of Steel” had lost the ability to heal injuries.
“Maybe it’s because of the soul-devouring process. Subject 7’s memories are fragmented, and I can’t access the skills he once had.”
Placing the knife against his neck, Fang Bo prepared to leave the dream. He had no interest in lingering here.
Just then, the sensor attached to his wrist buzzed, and a familiar voice came through.
“Subject 7, come now. You’ve been granted permission to use the Dream Serum.”
Fang Bo felt no emotional connection to the name, but his heart rate immediately spiked, far more than he’d ever experienced—even more than during the thrill of meeting an old flame.
His instincts told him he should investigate.
Following the corridor, Fang Bo soon arrived at the orphanage’s underground lab.
As soon as he passed through the glass electronic doors, a man in a lab coat greeted him with an enthusiastic embrace. “Welcome, my dearest little guinea pig.”
Suddenly, memories flooded Fang Bo’s mind—scenes of “himself” participating in various experiments.
Due to his unique regenerative ability, Subject 7 had become the most prized test subject in the orphanage.
Biological viruses, as well as other drugs, were repeatedly tested on him.
The torture he endured was hellish. Just standing face-to-face with this man brought back the visceral tremor of Subject 7’s hatred—the overwhelming urge to tear this man to pieces.
When Fang Bo first crossed over into this world, he had wondered why he had chosen the alias “Jason.”
Now it all made sense. The man before him, the one Subject 7 most desired to dismember, went by the codename “Jason.”
“Get on the table.” Pointing to the operating table beside him, Jason removed his mask, smiling with false warmth. “You know, I went through a lot of trouble to get you approved for this.”
Since this was a dream space, Fang Bo didn’t bother hiding his true thoughts. He asked bluntly, “What does the Dream Serum do?”
“It will make you even stronger, my dear.”
While preparations were being made, Jason began explaining the origins of the Dream Serum.
Years ago, a biotechnology company accidentally created a serum that could alter DNA structure, granting humans the strength of tigers, the agility of leopards, and the vision of eagles.
This was the precursor to the Dream Serum.
As the years went by, the biotech company grew dissatisfied with simply enhancing humans. They conceived a bold idea—to create real gods using the Dream Serum.
Thus, the orphanage was born, and the biotech company went underground, dedicating itself to this long-term research.
Fang Bo knew that everything Jason said was based on Subject 7’s memories, now playing out in dream form.
Perhaps some details were altered, since this was a “pleasant” dream, but the reality had likely been a hundred times more brutal.
At the very least, Subject 7 had never been granted the opportunity to receive the Dream Serum injection.
“It can evolve talents,” Fang Bo thought. He was certain of this because his past self had been so emotionally invested.
For a tortured test subject, the ultimate desire wasn’t a happy life—it was more injections of the Dream Serum to grow stronger. The serum’s allure was undeniable.
Fang Bo wondered if he could benefit from this experience.
The beginner’s guide had mentioned that a reincarnator’s talents could evolve. Depending on the method used, the results of the evolution would vary, though the specifics weren’t outlined in detail.
Even though his “Heart of Steel” was the result of two talents merging, the regenerative ability still originated from the Dream Serum—it couldn’t be severed from its source.
If he could obtain it, perhaps the “Heart of Steel” would become stronger, or even unlock additional special effects.
Just as Fang Bo prepared to explore further, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, the lab began to tremble, the vibrations so intense it felt as if the entire world might collapse at any moment.
“Wake up!”
A familiar voice echoed, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared on the lab’s ceiling.
“Wait, let me take the injection first—”
But Darren didn’t wait. Using his Sharingan, he forcibly destroyed the dream realm.
When Fang Bo opened his eyes again, he was back in Carriage No. 3 of the Infinite Train.
“Sigh,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Then, turning to his confused teammates, he said, “I was so close to getting a lead on talent evolution.”
“Evolution? In your dream?” Darren looked skeptical.
Seeing Darren’s disbelief, Fang Bo explained selectively.
When Darren heard that superhumans with real powers existed in the real world, his expression became slightly dazed.
“Do you think the reality we believe in is actually…”
“I mean, could it be like these plot worlds we visit…?”
*Oh great, now he’s getting philosophical,* Fang Bo thought.
If his former self, the struggling comic artist, were here, he’d have told Darren that reality is whatever you can perceive.
But after experiencing such a strange and otherworldly crossing over, Fang Bo wasn’t sure what to consider the real world anymore.
As Darren had suggested, perhaps reality itself was just another hidden plot world.
The two didn’t dwell on the matter for long. Using his Sharingan’s ability to see through illusions, Darren quickly woke the rest of the team from their dreams.
Watching Darren’s impressive skills, Fang Bo suddenly had a bold idea.
The orphanage’s lineup of superhumans was strong, and Fang Bo knew his chances of infiltrating the place safely on his own were slim.
But with excellent teammates by his side, taking them down wouldn’t be so difficult.
Everyone in their group had been handpicked by the space, having survived various life-and-death trials. Dealing with those so-called superhumans wouldn’t be a problem.
The question now was whether the mysterious Darren would be willing to help him. Of course, just the two of them wouldn’t be enough for a foolproof plan.
As for Ali, the sorcerer, he was out of the equation—his ties were to the Jujutsu Kaisen world, not to Fang Bo’s reality.
Suddenly, the image of a certain Onmyoji woman, always smiling slyly, flashed through Fang Bo’s mind.
If it were her, she wouldn’t refuse him, would she?
Of course, this was a dangerous mission that could even affect her real life. Fang Bo couldn’t rely on “friendship” to pressure her into helping.
If he wanted her assistance, he’d have to offer a compelling reward.
Soon, everyone woke up. By then, the enemy had already fused with the entire train.
“The inevitable has come,” Fang Bo thought, knowing the next step was to track down the enemy’s main body.
As for protecting the regular passengers…
“What a disgrace.” Rengoku Kyojuro, gripping his Nichirin Blade, radiated heat like a living flame.
In the next instant, his sword flashed, severing a mass of tentacles in a terrifyingly fast strike.
**Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!**
Gazing gently at the unconscious passengers, Rengoku smiled with determination. “I won’t let a single person die.”
His conviction was admirable, but even he couldn’t guard all the carriages alone.
Seeing this, the exhausted Darren stepped forward. “I’ll stay here. The rest of you can deal with the enemy.”
“Alright.”
Breaking Enmu’s dream realm had likely drained much of Darren’s mental energy. This would give him a chance to rest during the next fight.
Fang Bo quietly summoned his headless puppet and called for Jorogumo, hidden among the cargo. Then, with Ali, he jumped onto the roof of the train.
As the two disappeared into the night, Darren took a deep breath and pulled out several uniquely-shaped shuriken.
“Rengoku, what do you say we have a little competition?”
“Hahaha, I accept your challenge!”
Meanwhile, on top of the train, Fang Bo and Ali quickly ran into resistance.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” said a young man with short black hair, blocking their path.
He had three scars on his face, pointed ears, and wore two golden earrings.
“So, it wasn’t going to be that simple after all,” Fang Bo sighed.
One Lower Moon wasn’t enough to balance the strength Shinobu brought to the fight, so the space had sent another formidable enemy.
**Lower Moon Three: Byakuyashiki!**
Though killed by Muzan, this demon had been the only Lower Moon who dared to resist him.
Even though it was an attempt to flee, it still marked him as different from the others.
“Jason.” Ali cracked his knuckles, glaring at the enemy before them. “Leave him to me. You go take care of the dream demon.”
“Be careful.”
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(End of Chapter)