I suddenly thought about the babies Sebastian was taking care of in Mesville.
Changing their DNA meant that the stronger ones would survive. This was an attempt to strike while the iron was hot. The success rate was much higher with children, which was why Nathan had his hand on these powerless children.
Survival of the fittest was the natural order of life, but in the eyes of the Marshall family, it had obviously become an excuse to steal lives from others.
To ensure that the Marshall family continued to have perfect genes, they didn't hesitate to violate human ethics and had used countless children as experimental subjects. To protect their fortune and glory, they had sacrificed the lives of tens of thousands of children.
As soon as I said this, the researchers hung their heads low and chose to keep silent.
Their silence was the best evidence to my point.
Anger had overwhelmed every other emotion I felt right now. I then shouted, "What the h*ll?!"
We could only imagine how terrifying it must be to become a test subject. They must feel like animals in a circus. These self-proclaimed nobles would enjoy the hard labor of ordinary people while tormenting their children and destroying their hopes and dreams.
Children were a gift from heaven, the cleanest and purest of lives in this world, but they were then mired in the swamp of the Marshall family's selfish goals.
I couldn't imagine what the Marshall family would do when they had completed this research. Would they ensure the continuation of their family's perfect genes, or extend their sinful grasp onto the descendants of ordinary people and classify their genes as inferior?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glare at the two researchers who were on the ground. I gritted her teeth and swore, "Helping an evildoer to accomplish their heinous goals. You're just as evil as them!"
"Where are the other researchers? Where are they now?"
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