But relatively speaking, the thing Yang Ming wanted the most—Faya's "game" civilization direct promotion voucher, this experimental project couldn't give him.
"Is there anything to hesitate about?"
Little Po Suo suddenly spoke,
"Do you know how many people die on average for a new biochemical modification technology in the Empire? Sixty-five thousand, and that doesn't include the injured.
"The Valkyrie Plan in the twelve years I'm aware of killed over a thousand test subjects participating in experiments.
"Injecting high-dimensional microorganisms into the body at least doesn't lead to instant death.
"With the pretext of fighting the Space Worm Clan, you could even openly recruit volunteers."
"It's different," Yang Ming shook his head, "I still want to maintain a bit of a moral baseline so that I won't completely lose myself in this abyss of the Galaxy."
