At this rate, the upper echelons of the Mystery Nation would continue to hide the existence of Gene Serum 1.0, clearly not planning to reveal it to the general public.
Moreover, in the face of advanced scientific weapons, whether it's level 1 ordinary zombies, level 2 enhanced zombies, or level 3 tyrant zombies, they are nothing more than a trivial threat. As long as the Mystery Nation decides to, they could wipe them out with a single strike. Even a zombie horde wouldn't pose much danger in the face of the advanced weapons and expanded army that the Mystery Nation had at its disposal.
The problem of humans turning into zombies due to viral infection had long been eradicated. If left unchecked, the Mystery Nation would become complacent, content with steadily reclaiming the world. Although they would still prioritize research on the gene serum, it was highly unlikely they would rush headlong into it.
In fact, Jason suspected that even in this world scenario, they wouldn't be able to develop Gene Serum 3.0, at most producing Gene Serum 2.0, a half-baked version. After all, without any terrifying external threats or the existence of the mutated MR virus, even with abundant talent and funds, humanity's potential couldn't be fully unleashed.
"There's no other way… I'll have to push things forward." Jason exhaled lightly, his eyes sharp.
In the next moment, he teleported directly to the border of the Happy Nation near Seagull Continent. There, an elite army was clearing the zombies within its borders, aiming to exterminate nearly all the zombies in the Happy Nation within a year. Once that's done, they could use it as a springboard to invade the Seagull Continent. If they managed to reclaim Seagull Continent and seize the vast resources and technologies left behind by the major countries, the power of the Great Mystery Nation would grow exponentially.
"Tyrant Zombies, huh? This should do." Jason teleported in front of a four-meter-tall Tyrant Zombie, raised an eyebrow, and directly injected a mutated MR virus into its body.
In an instant, the Tyrant Zombie roared, its muscles writhing and violently clashing. Its body became more terrifying and grotesque, spikes sprouting from its skin. Clearly, the concentrated mutated MR virus had evolved it into a Super Zombie.
This was not just any ordinary Super Zombie.
Even the most powerful superhuman from the "new human" scenario might not be able to defeat this Tyrant Zombie. At the same time, not only had this Tyrant Super Zombie grown incredibly powerful, but the mutated MR virus inside it would also use it as a host, rapidly splitting and multiplying, spilling out and affecting other zombies, causing them to evolve as well. While the extent of their evolution might not be as drastic, it would still be dangerous.
The mutated MR virus and the Super Zombies were terrifying entities, even capable of overwhelming superhumans. Of course, the reason the superhumans from the New Era scenario couldn't resist them was not only because of an accident but also due to the complete lack of firearms.
If they had weapons, they might be able to resist.
Currently, the Great Mystery Nation was incredibly powerful, with its advanced technological weapons in abundance. But facing an evolved zombie horde, even they would be in trouble, suffering considerable losses.
To counter this, they would once again plunge into researching the mutated MR virus, eventually developing the MR Virus Serum and Gene Serum. If they were smart, they would stay vigilant, never abandoning research on even higher-level gene serums.
This balance was, indeed, the best approach, Jason mused.
[As the host pondered, an elite squad from the Mystery Nation had already arrived on the scene.]
At that moment, the system's voice rang out, snapping Jason back to attention. He looked toward the sound and saw a six-person elite squad moving through the jungle, armed with guns, alert to their surroundings.
What piqued Jason's interest was that the leader of this elite squad was a superhuman who had injected Gene Serum 1.0.
It seemed that the higher-ups of the Mystery Nation weren't as bad as the system had portrayed them. They still provided gene serums to soldiers fighting on the front lines.
No, wait. It seemed more like they rewarded accomplished soldiers with the gene serum.
This would certainly motivate soldiers to be more proactive in hunting zombies.
Jason silently guessed, and his assumption was spot on.
The actions of the Elder Council of the Mystery Nation were exactly as he expected. Rather than being weak and hoarding resources, they were handling things like true strategists. They kept the information sealed from the public, issued military orders forbidding leaks, and rewarded those who performed well with Gene Serum. This "big stick and small carrot" approach was the most effective way to manage things.
"Captain, if we manage to kill that Tyrant Zombie, we should have enough military merit to exchange for another Gene Serum 1.0, right?" one of the young men with a buzz cut said excitedly.
Gene serum. That was the most coveted thing among soldiers in the Mystery Nation right now. Just injecting it would turn someone into a superhuman, granting them twenty times the physical strength of an ordinary person and extending their lifespan. It was enough to drive anyone mad with desire.
Many of the upper echelons of the Mystery Nation had sent their children and trusted subordinates to join the military, all for the sake of obtaining the gene serum.
After all, the Elder Council of the Mystery Nation tightly controlled access to Gene Serums. Private sales were impossible, and anyone caught would be executed. The only way to acquire it was through merit.
"Yeah, that should be fine. The next one should go to Peter. This way, our team will get stronger, and we can kill zombies more easily. Then, we can keep exchanging for more Gene Serums, forming a positive feedback loop."
The squad leader smiled as he spoke. They had all contributed their merits to help the squad leader obtain a Gene Serum. As the leader, he had the duty to ensure everyone else got one too.
His words made Peter's face light up with joy and anticipation. The rest of the team watched with envy but said nothing. After all, they had survived countless life-or-death situations together, so they understood. Peter, being the second strongest, deserved it more.
Jason, in his ghostly form, listened to their conversation and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Indeed, the Elder Council of the Mystery Nation was as shrewd as he had guessed.
No wonder the Mystery Nation was able to exterminate most of the zombies in Elegant Continent within eleven years, reclaiming the lost lands in a truly meaningful way. Their strategy was brilliant.
The soldiers' enthusiasm was completely ignited. Instead of fearing the zombies, they now saw them as prey, eager to hunt them down every day for military merit.
"Such a pity," Jason shook his head, calmly watching as the squad moved deeper into the danger zone.
He needed to spread the word about the Tyrant Super Zombie, and these people were just on time.
Having seen enough of the human tragedies and the cataclysm on Blue Star, Jason had long since lost any emotional reaction to others' deaths.
As the squad moved in, they finally encountered the terrifying figure of the Tyrant Super Zombie!
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