Apocalypse Gachapon

For anyone else, this would be terrifying.

Turning a corpse—a lifeless puppet—back into a human? How is this different from revival?

But Cloud Peak already had Red Hair as a precedent, making them far more accepting of such things than ordinary people.

They all understood true resurrection was impossible. Take Red Hair—her evolution was so bizarre that even Liu Zhenghong couldn’t explain it. But one thing was certain: she wasn’t “revived.” Whether she remembered her past before becoming a puppet was unknown, and even if she did, those memories would be “coldly processed.”

Red Hair never considered herself the same person she’d been in life.

Liu Zhenghong had once worried this might cause problems—though she couldn’t pinpoint what—warning Ye Zhongming that when Red Hair reached the pinnacle, she might face unforeseen mental challenges.

“With other puppets—the ones you created—it’s impossible. But these sisters… are special.”

Liu Zhenghong signaled a researcher to bring a crystal vial containing about ten milliliters of blood. This blood was unusual, faintly tinged with a sporadic pink hue.

“Your blood.”

Ye Zhongming nodded. If any blood could be used on the twins, his was the only compatible option.

Liu Zhenghong slowly injected the blood into a device, where it was pumped through transparent tubes into the twins’ bodies.

“Will it work?” Mo Ye asked anxiously.

Pre-apocalypse knowledge dictated that mismatched blood types could be fatal. Post-apocalypse, evolved bodies were even more intolerant—no two were alike, their blood uniquely tailored to their physiology.

No normal evolved could assimilate another’s blood without specialized jobs, skills, or bloodline abilities.

Though Liu Zhenghong sounded confident, this was likely the first blood-infusion experiment. If something went wrong—Mo Ye, like everyone at Cloud Peak, adored these twins.

“This isn’t the first infusion. It’s the last.” Red Sister replied, then joined other researchers in operating machines, injecting fluids into the twins while extracting others.

The two nine-star evolved could only wait.

Yatian, who’d been awake earlier, now had her eyes closed. Ya Ni’s body trembled, her once-human-like skin turning ashen and cracked, like drying clay.

Ye Zhongming’s heart clenched.

Then came a more harrowing sight: Ya Tian’s skin split open. Blood gushed, drenching her alive.

Mo Ye, hardened by countless battles, couldn’t bear to watch and turned away.

Ye Zhongming didn’t. He trusted Liu Zhenghong—this was a necessary ordeal.

Moreover, he sensed something shifting.

Ya Tian was growing cold. Ya Ni, feverish.

“The Life Brain made this possible for Ya Ni. Not true revival, but… a new form of existence. If I had to explain…”

Liu Zhenghong glanced at the monitors. “Think of her as Ya Tian’s avatar.”

Seeing their confusion, she clarified: “It’s not precise, but close enough. The dead can’t return—this isn’t some instant-revival item. But to fulfill the little one’s wish, this was the only way.”

“Oh, Little Ye, I used about ten precious level nine materials, 300 vials of top-tier perfect genes, all remaining Life Brain, and…”

Each item listed made the onlookers flinch.

Ten level nine materials—enough for Ye Zhongming to craft at least one purple-grade equipment.

300 vials of elite genes—enough to create Cloud Peak’s strongest gene warriors.

The Life Brain alone could’ve endowed dozens of beings with high intelligence and formidable bodies.

And there was more.

“The Red Soul Beast Pearl.”

This time, even Mo Ye was startled.

From five spins of the wheel (using level nine demon crystals gifted by allied factions and Cloud Peak’s own stash), Ye Zhongming had obtained two nine-star potions and three other items—one being the Red Soul Beast Pearl.

This treasure granted mutated lifeforms a second soul.

Benefits included:

Unique mental energy, boosting skill potency.

Breaking innate ability limits, allowing new abilities.

Removing level nine evolution lock, enabling natural progression.

Used on Yangos, Yellow Ball, or Nine Treasures, it would’ve skyrocketed their power. Imagine the evil dragon, already a top-level eight, unlocking ancestral abilities and advancing to level nine swiftly.

Yet Ye Zhongming had let Liu Zhenghong use it on the twins, sacrificing an immediate level nine battle beast for them.

“So the result…?” Mo Ye pressed.

“Will be exceptional.” Liu Zhenghong tapped a screen. The twins convulsed violently, their tremors perfectly synchronized.

“Before, as a Golden Zombie, Ya Ni paired with eight-star Ya Tian could only overpower peers. After this, either alone will rival top eight-star evolved, perhaps just slightly weaker than Little Ye pre-nine-star. But that’s not the key.”

She paused, making everyone brace.

“The key is, when Yatian evolves to nine-star, Ya Ni will too… with just one nine-star potion!”