Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
Copyright© 2026 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 190: The Samurai at the Gate
The first and second experiments both ended in failure.
The first produced little more than a thin broth of muscle tissue. A heart never came close to taking shape.
The second swung too far in the opposite direction. The cardiac walls grew excessively thick, filling the organ’s interior until none of the required chambers met specification.
Yet despite two failures and more than six thousand golden crowns effectively poured down the drain, none of the three participants appeared particularly troubled.
Even Margarita, who possessed the least practical research experience among them, had spent enough time around academy projects to understand one fundamental truth.
In research, the ratio of failure to success usually resembled the ratio of air to chips inside a bag of crisps.
As for Lannor, he had always viewed the first two trials as calibration runs.
The potency of the Dragonbone Growth Agent had never been quantified.
That was precisely what those failures were meant to accomplish.
Holding the product of the second experiment in both hands, an absurdly overdeveloped heart, Lannor studied it carefully.
“Mentos, calculation complete?”
Computation Result — Dragonbone Growth Agent
Status: Completed
Application:
Target: Cardiac Growth Catalysis
Dosage Requirement:
Exact Mass: 20.30g
Lannor nodded slightly at the response.
He set the failed specimen aside and turned toward Tissaia and Margarita.
“Let’s begin the third experiment.”
Both women agreed without hesitation.
Margarita’s confidence came from trust. During the time she had known Lannor, the young witcher had developed a frustrating habit of succeeding at things he probably shouldn’t have been able to accomplish.
Tissaia’s confidence was more practical.
Nine thousand golden crowns had already changed hands the previous day. Aretuza’s quartermasters had procured a fresh batch of customized materials.
The money was spent.
Whether the experiment succeeded or failed, there was no reason not to continue.
Besides...
Tissaia glanced toward Lannor.
The young witcher’s confidence remained entirely untouched by two consecutive failures.
Not a crack.
Mana began to glow once more.
Fresh natural crystals replaced the previous set.
New sections of Magic Weave Fabric were installed.
The only substantial difference lay in Lannor’s handling of the Dragonbone Growth Agent.
This time, he carefully weighed an exact amount of the gray gel before placing it upon the crystal.
“Rita, begin mana supply.”
Chaos magic surged through the room again.
Guided by the magical circuitry woven into the laboratory, it flowed directly into the crystal and the living tissue resting atop it.
A small slice of cardiac cells lying upon the crystal began moving immediately.
Growing.
Multiplying.
The changes were visible to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, the cloudy nutrient solution rapidly became clear as its contents were consumed.
Tissaia watched calmly.
She had already witnessed this stage during the second failed attempt.
In fact, during that experiment she had nearly applauded when Lannor solved the problem of proliferating highly differentiated cells.
From that moment onward, she had become convinced that success was inevitable.
The only remaining obstacle had been dosage.
Determining the correct amount of that mysterious gray gel was the true challenge.
What Tissaia did not understand was just how much assistance a Biological Intelligence Core could provide when calculations became involved.
Within the Dragonbone Growth Agent, immense quantities of Growth Force poured into the cardiac muscle cells.
Cells that ordinarily possessed virtually no regenerative capability due to their extreme specialization suddenly began dividing in an orderly fashion.
Growing.
Expanding.
Developing according to design.
Finally, beneath the watchful eyes of all three observers, a complete heart emerged.
It looked wrong.
Malformed.
Just as intended.
When it reached the correct dimensions and proportions, the pulsing growth gradually slowed before stopping altogether.
The organ settled motionless atop the crystal tray.
Margarita and Lannor regarded the result as inevitable.
Tissaia felt a surge of delight, though even she couldn’t honestly call the outcome surprising.
A smile tugged at her lips.
She shook her head and began applauding softly beside Lannor.
“Congratulations. Your experiment succeeded.”
Her gaze lingered on the completed organ.
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