Dean Wang, dressed in a pristine white coat and wearing a pair of immaculate gloves, moved seriously around the room.
He meticulously checked each piece of sophisticated equipment.
The white gloves carefully connected those instruments to the power, testing their functions.
"The Bai family and that Zombie King all qualify for experimentation in this room. If we can uncover the true core data of Superpower Users and zombies, creating gods will be incredibly easy for us."
Dean Wang's weathered eyes fixed unwaveringly on each precise piece of equipment, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement.
It was close; very soon they would be able to create gods.
Not just his son, he could effortlessly create more gods.
What does it matter if he has no superpower? By then, he will be the creator, the god of creation.
Wang Ge sat expressionlessly on a chair, allowing Dean Wang to fantasize without saying a word.
