Chapter 70: Effect

The man wore glasses and had neatly styled hair, giving him the appearance of a well-educated man.

His expression showed just how offended he was by Miya’s words.

He had just been told that the great ambitions of scientists were impossible to achieve.

The CIA Director and Nora panicked, but Miya smiled.

Instead of responding to the man, she looked at the CIA Director.

"Do you think I’m just talking nonsense?" she asked.

The director shook his head.

How could he possibly dare to contradict Miya when she was standing right in front of him?

Of course, his response left the bespectacled man stunned.

The boss who commanded them didn’t refute her.

But before the bespectacled man could say anything else, the director said to him, "Take a week off!"

At the same time, Nora also signaled for him to leave immediately.

Although he was angry, he wasn’t stupid. He realized that this woman was feared even by the CIA Director.

Thus, he reluctantly left through another door.

The CIA Director sighed in relief after he was gone.

He couldn’t help but ponder Miya’s words, because he understood that this woman never spoke without reason.

"So, how about we start now?" Miya asked Nora.

"Yes..." The woman nodded.

"Sir, please lie down!" she said to Enzo.

There was indeed an empty hospital bed in front of him.

Although he wasn’t sure what the woman was going to do to him, he still lay down.

He was curious about how his body would eventually be able to produce copper.

At this moment, Nora took out a large syringe along with a bottle of liquid that looked exactly like molten copper.

Even as a Spiritual Warrior, Enzo still felt a little uneasy when he saw it.

"Sir, since you’re a Spiritual Warrior, you need to temporarily lock away your Spiritual Energy. Otherwise, our needle won’t be able to penetrate your skin," Nora explained.

Enzo nodded lightly. Of course, he understood.

Nora transferred the yellow liquid into a syringe that could probably hold up to 100 milliliters.

She then aimed it at Enzo’s neck.

Since it apparently had to be injected into his neck, Enzo couldn’t really protest.

Clang!

BANG!

When the needle touched his neck, the sound of metal colliding with metal rang out.

An instant later, the needle shattered.

Everyone else was stunned, and so was Enzo.

He had already locked away his Spiritual Energy. His skin should have been no different from ordinary skin. Even a dull knife should have been able to cut it.

But he quickly remembered that he was a Level 3 Body Cultivator.

In other words, his skin could no longer be compared to ordinary human skin. It was equivalent to the skin of a Level 3 Spiritual Warrior reinforced with Spiritual Energy.

In fact, his entire body was even stronger because a Body Cultivator’s body was naturally stronger than that of a Spiritual Cultivator at the same level.

There was no solution to this.

The only solution was to use a needle made from a stronger material.

Enzo knew that Miya could see everything with her eyes.

"Hey, don’t you have a stronger needle?" Miya asked the CIA Director, who remained stunned for a moment longer.

The director was confused as well and looked at Nora.

"This is our best needle. It shouldn’t break even against a Level 3 Spiritual Warrior who has activated their Spiritual Energy," the woman replied.

Miya was somewhat surprised to hear that.

If that was the case, then how had merely touching Enzo’s skin caused the needle to break?

A strange expression appeared on Miya’s face as she looked at Enzo.

A moment later, a needle suddenly appeared in her hand.

It was golden.

"Use this," she said, handing the golden needle to Nora.

The latter accepted it curiously.

It turned out that it could indeed be attached to the syringe.

"I’m not responsible if this breaks too," Nora said to Miya.

"Just do it. Do you really think my things are that easy to break?" Miya replied, dismissing Nora’s concern.

The woman finally injected the golden needle into Enzo’s neck.

If the previous needle had been like striking thick steel, the golden needle easily pierced through the skin of his neck.

Enzo’s eyes widened from the sharp pain, like a hard pinch.

What surprised him even more was that the needle was pushed all the way into his neck until it disappeared completely.

Immediately afterward, the yellow liquid was injected into his body.

Yet instead, it gave him a pleasant sensation of coolness.

He could clearly feel the foreign substance entering his body.

It flowed extremely quickly along with his blood, spreading throughout his entire body and even reaching his smallest nerves.

Slowly, he began to feel different.

The liquid truly contained power within it, roughly equivalent to an ordinary Level 3 Early Stage.

It should have come from the deepest essence of copper, which naturally possessed its own power.

Enzo thought that this was simply a natural product of the world.

Science was merely a way of extracting it, because the essence was deeply hidden within the copper and would not become active as long as it remained encased in copper.

As an essence that could also be considered its origin, it could naturally produce copper with ease.

The only question was whether someone could control it.

Body Cultivators were the only ones capable of doing so because their control over their bodies was fundamentally much deeper, allowing them to fully unleash what the copper essence was capable of.

The stronger their bodies became, the more copper they would be able to produce.

"How do you feel?" Miya asked.

"Normal," Enzo replied calmly.

He was certain that there were no side effects.

Miya nodded before asking the director, "How much does it cost?"

"Eh?" The director was quite stunned.

"Don’t think I won’t pay. I know you need a huge amount of funding to produce that liquid," Miya continued.

"Lady Stanley, you’re joking. It doesn’t cost that much," the director replied with a bitter smile. "Really, there’s no need to pay."

"I could accept it if you were using your own money. But isn’t the money you’re using actually the taxpayers’ money?"

The director fell silent, his expression helpless.

He looked at Nora.

"How much does it cost?" he asked, since he didn’t actually know himself.

Although everything was recorded, he didn’t remember all the details.

"Twenty million," Nora answered softly.

Enzo froze when he heard that.