Multi-Gene

Placing the backpack before him, it's was a black, square shaped bag. Twice as small as his. David tried opening it but it just didn't budge.

Surprised, David tried forcing it open with his strength, but didn't use to much strength in order for the bag pack to self destruct.

After trying everything he could, but it still didn't work, he angrily kicked it aside and roughly he sat down on the floor.

"You won't be able to open it yourself. It has been gene locked." Hazel suddenly spoke.

David frowned. "That is to say that it's completely useless and I wasted my time and risked my life for nothing?" David fist was tightly clenched in anger.

"Not necessarily." Hazel replied mysteriously.

"Oh, what do you mean." His interest was piqued. As long as he could open the bag pack, he could obtain the precious stuffs inside as a professor of an institute wouldn't be poor.

"Unless you can find a hacker who can help you open it up, it's pretty much useless keeping the bag." Hazel said as she seem to shrug.

His gaze darkened in an instant. Where would he find a hacker? But still, he didn't lose hope at all. He fell deep in thoughts. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head. There was only one option left, and that is to go to the Black Market. Only in that place could he find a hacker.

Grabbing the bag, David was stunned. It felt very light. As though he wasn't even holding anything.

He hadn't noticed it previously as his whole attention was placed on escaping, so he hadn't placed much focus to it in that moment but now, it felt a bit weird.

With a puzzled expression, David fumbled with the bag but still, he could not find any thing. Its wasn't as though he was a technician any way.

"Hazel, do you know why it's very light?" finally, David couldn't handle it any longer and thought to ask Hazel.

"No, I don't." She replied impassively.

"Uhn? Didn't you like gain some sort of memory from the Combat Suit or something?" David finally dropped the bag to the ground while he stood up from the ground.

"Yes I did, but some of the data I retrieved from the Combat Suit is all scrambled up. Will take sometime to arrange and decipher them." Hazel answered David quite patiently this time which was knid of weird.

But David only placed it at the back of his mind and didn't put it to heart.

"But the backpack seem to contain some kind of high grade anti-gravity device. That's what I think though."

David blinked his eyes with his brows furrowed. It was very expensive to get an anti gravity device. For one to install it on a simple backpack, wasn't that just wasting of money.

But what David didn't know was that experts tends to reduce the weights on them as much as possible in order to gain more attack speed and velocity. It was a kind of hidden / open secret among the experts. As a difference in speed and timing could affect the course of a battle between life and death.

But David couldn't comprehend it as of yet. He had just started in his journey in this world to become an expert, so it was normal for him to not come into contact with such tricks as of yet.

Dispelling his thoughts, David took the back pack from the floor and place it inside his own bag pack as his bag was way bigger than It, it could contain two of those bags no problem.

David turned around and was about to leave when he felt a bit dizzy. It's was a bit foreign to him, he felt full of energy, but still felt quiet dizzy. That was the result of losing too much blood. He couldn't even count how many times he had vomited blood from his mouth.

This made David chuckle quiet a bit. He felt as though he was in some kind of Wuxia movie where they spit our mouthfuls of blood when injured. He found it a bit funny.

Opening up his back pack, David took three blood orbs out from his bag and popped it into his mouth, chewing on them softly.

After a few minutes, he felt his dizziness reduce a lot. As he walked forwards, he could clearly fell the feeling of light-headedness vanish from his brain.

Breathing in softly. He left the basement with quick steps.

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Wiping the blood from her mouth, sparrow retreated a few meters away from her opponent. She couldn't believe how troublesome her target was.

Her information stated that the target was supposed to be a normal Spryher with an average blood cycle of at least 100 CPM an 120 CPM as the highest but what she was experiencing right now wasn't even close to it.

"Dammit, what sh*tty information was this? Its totally wrong! What the hell is wrong with the information department? Did they want me to die early!?" Sparrow was frustrated and she let out a few series of curses as she stared intently at her opponent.

She didn't even dare to blink as her opponent's combat ability and awareness was a few leagues higher than hers.

If that was all, sparrow wouldn't be in such a nasty situation but the fact that the Combat Suit her opponent has on was totally repelling almost 70% of her attacks. What sort of concept is that?

It means that even though she was lucky to land a few blows on her opponent, it was no different from actually tapping her. That's the most troublesome part.

"I must admit that I was wrong in choosing you as my target. As ladies, we shouldn't make things difficult for ourselves. Let's call this a draw then, what do you say?" As a newly advance Phaser, Sparrow was one that treasured her life greatly. She wouldn't persistently attack her target when there was no point in doing so.

But she felt that if she had time to thoroughly assimilate and focus on the Phaser stage, she should have been able to finish her target.