William wasn’t slow in organizing the data, but he wasn’t in a rush either.
Work should be done at a leisurely pace,he wasn’t one of those online novelists desperate to churn out words for quick cash.
Frederick and the others were glued to the computer screen, utterly astonished. William had not only added information on five SSS-class Mutated creatures but had also included three new SSS-class Mutated creatures.
These three SSS-class Mutated creatures didn’t have photos because human satellites hadn’t captured any images of them yet.
William suddenly exclaimed, “Get me some brushes and paint.”
“Brushes and paint?!!” Frederick asked, “Do you know what these three Mutated creatures look like?”
“Of course,” William replied. “You don’t have photos, right? I’ll paint them for you.”
Samuel frowned and said, “Wouldn’t it be faster to do a pencil sketch? Plus, the drawing tools on the computer should be able to handle this.”
After reviewing the data William had added, they were inclined to believe him, as the information seemed too detailed to be made up on the spot unless William was a novelist who specialized in crafting stories.
But to depict the appearance of those Mutated creatures, wouldn’t pencil sketches be more suitable?
William slowly turned his head and locked eyes with Samuel.
Frederick told Samuel, “Samuel, go get the brushes and paint.”
Damn it!
Samuel was utterly frustrated!
He was the highest commander of Arcane Village!
The highest-ranking officer at this base!
Why did he feel so belittled here?
It was baffling.
After Frederick spoke, he didn’t even glance at Samuel again but excitedly said to William, “Mr. Johnson, please first update the data on these common Mutated creatures!”
The SSS-class Mutated creatures they were currently documenting were marine mutations, which, barring special circumstances, posed no immediate threat to human life. Frederick was more interested in learning about the weaknesses of the Mutated creatures they commonly encountered.
“No problem,” William responded, not seeing any issue.
It was like ordinary people asking about the weaknesses of deities.
When there’s such a vast difference in power, and they’re not even on the same level of existence with little interaction, what’s the point of knowing their weaknesses?
Of course, the data on these SSS-class Mutated creatures needed to be compiled, but currently, they should be more in need of information on terrestrial Mutated creatures.
William was quick to act, not wasting any words, he got straight to work.
On Earth, mutations in animals and plants had resulted in creatures like gigantic mantises, which could literally slice a person in half with a single swipe.
There were also previously gentle animals, such as cats and dogs, that had become bloodthirsty following their mutations.
The database already contained quite a bit of information, which William edited and updated, even adding recommended culinary uses…
“Mr. Johnson, can you skip writing about culinary uses? Time is money!” Frederick seemed anxious seeing what William was writing.
Why insist on writing about culinary uses?
“Dr. Sanger, don’t you think that with the current food shortage, it would be a waste to just discard the bodies of these Mutated creatures after killing them?” William said earnestly. “I know what you’re thinking: in times like these, the obvious choice is to eat the Mutated creatures we kill, regardless of the taste, right?”
“Yes, exactly! As long as it’s cooked, it’s edible. What does taste matter at a time like this?”
William shook his head, “After mutation, some parts of these Mutated creatures are not fit for human consumption. Eating them incorrectly could lead to poisoning or even cause mutations in humans. But letting these bodies just rot also seems like such a waste.”
With the proliferation of Mutated creatures, humans had long lost their homelands. There used to be agricultural bases and farms, so food was never an issue.
Now, however, it was different. Bread, rice, and noodles had almost become luxury items.
When superhumans ventured out of the city, their goals were not only to kill Mutated creatures but also to find food.
Can’t the bodies of Mutated creatures be eaten?
Are they toxic?
When people are desperate, they’ll eat anything.
After mutations, there have been superhumans trapped and left with no choice but to survive by consuming the bodies of their companions.
William’s intention to create a comprehensive global cookbook of Mutated creatures wasn’t just for fun. He believed this book would be of great help to humanity.
“Go ahead and write it!” Although Frederick was primarily focused on research, he understood that their ability to stay alive and study Mutated creatures and science was because others had sacrificed their lives for them.
In the Arcane Village base, countless people were still starving.
Mutated rat meat had become a delicacy for them.
If humans continued to consume Mutated creatures over a long period, their physiques would change. William’s documentation would be greatly beneficial to humanity.
William added some information about Class B Mutated creatures, and Samuel finally managed to bring the brushes and paint.
“Get the easel and canvas ready for me!” William slowly stood up, habitually giving instructions.
It seemed that over the years, whenever he painted, someone would always set up his easel and canvas for him. It had become a habit, not because he was trying to act important.
“Cough!” Samuel cleared his throat and said, “Walker, you do it!”
Walker glanced at him and said, “I don’t know how!”
“You don’t know how to do such a simple thing? You should just…”
“Why don’t you just set it up yourself if you know how?” Walker retorted. “Time is so precious, and you want me to do it? You do it!”
Damn!
Samuel could feel his status rapidly declining.
Great, a Class C superhuman like William was making him, a Class S powerhouse, organize his painting supplies!
And Walker’s attitude…
Sigh!
Life is tough!
Does no one know how to respect a superior anymore?
Being the highest commander of this base was proving to be incredibly difficult.
Samuel didn’t waste any more words with Walker,he directly started setting up the easel and securing the canvas.
Once Samuel had everything ready, William took up his oil paintbrush and completed the painting in one go.
Initially, Samuel was worried that William might not paint well, but when he saw William’s first piece, he was completely stunned!
Was this Mutated creature about to jump off the paper?
The skill was simply too exquisite,the painting looked like a photograph taken by a camera, so lifelike!
William had now fully mastered control over his power, at least to the extent that he wouldn’t cause disturbances in the surrounding energy or provoke natural phenomena that could scare off a horde of Mutated creatures after finishing a painting.
But as for his painting skills, there was absolutely no one in this world who could match him.
“William, if this were peacetime, wouldn’t you be considered a master painter?” Samuel was internally shocked. How old was William? His painting skills had already reached such a high level, it was almost unbelievable!
Frederick stared at the painting and said, “You’re focusing on the wrong thing!”
He didn’t specify what the problem was.
William’s paintings were exquisite and vivid, even more so than the photos taken by their satellites.
But why could William paint these SSS-class Mutated creatures?
It was known that even satellites hadn’t captured these beings!
And according to the information William had written, the creature in the painting, named the Blue-Tailed Shadow Beast, lived in the deep-sea area of the Mariana Trench at 30,000 feet.s had never explored such regions before, let alone in a world now overrun with Mutated creatures.
Yet, William not only knew of this Mutated creature’s existence but could also depict its appearance…
It was terrifying to think about!
Painting skills?
That seemed to be the least astonishing part now!
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