Chapter 450: Dr. Ford’s Record and Joy

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Dr. Ford’s Record and Joy

Seeing Seraphina Sullivan and Chet Lucius return safely, Dr. Ford immediately rushed up to them, his face a mixture of tension, anticipation, and disbelief. "How did it go? Were you successful? That monster..."

Chet Lucius nodded, his tone calm but with a hint of subtle satisfaction.

"It was a success. The Armored Stegosaurus... is dead. Poisoned."

"You... You really did it?!"

Dr. Ford’s eyes shot wide, his voice trembling with excitement as he grabbed Chet Lucius’s arm to confirm it over and over.

"The poison really worked? It killed a monster that big... from the inside?!"

After getting a confirmatory gaze from Chet Lucius, Dr. Ford was so excited he looked ready to jump for joy. He slapped his thigh, his face glowing.

"Wonderful! This is a groundbreaking discovery! It proves that attacking these Blight Beasts from within using biological or chemical means is a completely viable strategy!

It’s far more effective—and much safer—than trying to brute-force their external Force Fields! This... This is hope for the salvation of the world!"

He rambled on, immediately digging through his pack to pull out a wrinkled but well-protected notebook and a pen that was nearly out of ink. He began scribbling furiously in the dim twilight:

"[Field Experiment Log - No. 001] Time: ...

Location: ...

Target: Large-class Blight Beast, Armored Stegosaurus...

Method: Oral ingestion of a mixed, unknown, Highly Poisonous substance...

Results: All vital signs ceased within approximately [TBC] minutes of ingestion. Target confirmed deceased.

Conclusion: High-concentration targeted toxins can effectively penetrate a Blight Beast’s digestive or mucosal defenses, causing fatal damage to its internal organs and nervous system. This validates the preliminary feasibility of the ’Internal Disintegration’ strategy.

Further Research Required: Optimal toxin formula, efficient delivery methods, applicability and dosage requirements for different types/Levels of monsters..."

He wrote so quickly the tip of his pen nearly tore through the page, his scrawl filled with an unmistakable excitement.

When he finished, he carefully returned the notebook to a waterproof inner pocket. Then, with great care, he wrapped the empty poison vials in a soft cloth and stowed them in his pack.

"Let’s go! Quickly! We have to get to the corpse immediately!"

Dr. Ford urged, his eyes gleaming with the fanatical light unique to a researcher.

"We have to perform a preliminary dissection and collect samples as soon as possible!

The less time the monster has been dead, the better preserved the tissue will be, and the more information we can obtain!

Its skin, muscles, bones, organs—especially the areas where the poison’s effects may linger... It’s all priceless research material!"

Chet Lucius opened his mouth, about to ask if it was safe to approach yet, if they should observe for a while, or perhaps deal with any potential residual toxins...

"No ’buts’! Lucius, lead the way! Quickly!"

Dr. Ford refused to listen. He grabbed Chet Lucius’s arm and began dragging him toward the giant corpse, his strength belying his age.

Pulled off balance, Chet Lucius stumbled and shot Seraphina Sullivan a helpless look.

Seraphina Sullivan couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. "What are you waiting for?" she teased. "Your Dr. Ford is dying of anticipation. You’d better hurry up and keep an eye on him!

Don’t let him get so excited he throws himself onto the corpse and gets sick from residual fumes, or gets bitten by some hidden parasite. Otherwise, you’ll have a real mess on your hands."

The teasing only deepened the look of resignation on Chet Lucius’s face.

He glanced over at Sharon Lynn, who was holding Flora Sullivan’s hand and peering in their direction, a mix of curiosity and fear on her face. He couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

’Why couldn’t the system have assigned me someone like Sharon Lynn to protect? She might get scared, but at least she’s an obedient kid.’

’Instead, I get a mad old scholar who completely forgets about his own safety the second research is involved!’

Grumbling was one thing, but the mission still had to be done.

Resigned to his fate, Chet Lucius could only hurry to catch up with Dr. Ford, who was already more than ten meters away.

He scanned their surroundings vigilantly as he walked, terrified the old man would step in a trap or attract other predators.

Seraphina Sullivan called for Flora Sullivan and Sharon Lynn to follow as well.

Sharon Lynn was still frightened as she looked at the enormous, immobile shadow in the distance, and she clutched Flora Sullivan’s hand tightly.

Flora Sullivan, on the other hand, just gave her a reassuring pat. There was no fear on the little girl’s face, but rather... a strange flicker of excitement?

The group returned to the corpse of the Armored Stegosaurus.

Standing before the massive remains—lifeless, yet still exuding a terrifying pressure—each of them felt something different.

Dr. Ford was a picture of pure excitement and focus. Like a lecher who’d just spotted a peerless beauty, he circled the corpse with shining eyes, muttering a constant stream of technical terms and inspection points.

Chet Lucius was a mix of caution and resignation; he had to keep Dr. Ford safe, stop him from doing anything reckless, and remain vigilant for environmental threats.

Seraphina Sullivan was all calm assessment and contemplation, observing the actual Effect of the poison while also evaluating the corpse’s potential value.

As for Flora Sullivan... her intentions were the most "simple."

She tilted her little face up, gazing at the mountain of flesh that was the beast’s corpse. Her little pink tongue darted out to lick the corner of her mouth, a faint GURGLE sounded in her throat, and her eyes filled with... hunger.

"S-So much meat..."

she mumbled, tugging on Seraphina Sullivan’s sleeve. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she asked,

"Sullivan, can... can we eat this? It looks like it’s full of... Energy! It would last for ages!"

Seraphina Sullivan: "..."

She cast a speechless glance at her little "glutton," Flora.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ford had already begun his "dissection."

Wielding a decently sharp fire axe he had salvaged from the ruins, he swung with all his might at the relatively thin skin connecting at the Stegosaurus’s ankle.

CLANG!

With a dull thud, sparks flew! The axe bounced off, leaving only a shallow white scratch on the skin. It hadn’t even broken the hide.

The impact left Dr. Ford’s arm numb, but his excitement only grew. "Just as I thought! Its external defenses are incredibly tough, even in death!

The hardness of this hide and its scales far surpasses that of ordinary materials! That in itself is of immense research value!"

He moved to another spot and tried to pry open the joint of a smaller bone plate with a small scientific chisel and hammer he carried with him, but to little avail.

"Its defenses remain this astonishing even after death... Conventional tools can’t cut through it at all."

Dr. Ford frowned, but the look in his eyes only grew more feverish.

"If we could use its own materials—like these bone spikes and sharp claws—to fashion weapons, we might be able to effectively damage other monsters!

That’s another research avenue right there!"

Just as Dr. Ford was stumped by the tough carcass, unwilling to resort to explosives, Chet Lucius stepped forward.

"Dr. Ford, allow me."

As he spoke, Chet Lucius "pulled" several items from his seemingly ordinary backpack—which was, in fact, a Storage Space.