After Fred gave the instruction, someone promptly entered and led Rhea away. She offered a taunting look at Lily as she departed.

"So childish!" Fred scoffed. "Does she think she's indispensable? I need talent, yes, but I'm not desperate. R20 sounds promising, but she's not our only option. Besides, we've attempted mind control research several times without success. How would we even know if she succeeded?"

Fred looked at Lily, who sat in meditative silence. He wondered if she had accepted her fate or was plotting something. Regardless, his men had thoroughly searched her, ensuring she possessed nothing—not even the smallest tool. He had also ceased her medication to maintain her bodily purity for the experiment.

After a moment's reflection, he rose and entered the elevator, pressing the button for B1. Reaching basement level one, he followed a winding path to the stairwell and descended two floors.

He arrived at a spacious area divided into several rooms, where researchers worked intensely. The only sounds were the clinking of instruments, the beeping of computers analyzing data, and the absence of conversation.

Fred had secretly constructed this hidden facility over years, anticipating the challenges of establishing an inconspicuous laboratory. Not even the queen knew of its existence. Here, he could safely conduct the final phase of the R10 experiment. Its success would represent his ultimate achievement.

Upon entering, he was ignored; the researchers were engrossed in their work. This pleased him; he desired results, not greetings or salutations.

Approaching a computer, Fred reviewed the ongoing data analysis. The screen displayed two simulated human figures, containing the physiological data of Lily and the queen. This data was updated and cross-referenced almost daily.

He bent over, studying the display. After a moment, he typed on the keyboard, bringing up two additional figures with comparative charts—two males, not females. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

The person in charge, noting his concerned expression, said, "This particular comparison is unusual. Since the child is still developing, the data isn't entirely precise. We should anticipate such variations."

After a pause, Fred asked, "Does that mean he might be unusable?"

"That's correct," the person replied. "However, his blood type and other data show high compatibility. Relatively speaking, the probability of a match is very high."

"There's no rush," Fred said, his expression grim but not anxious. "I still have time." Compared to the queen, he could afford to wait. However, he desperately needed to know if the experiment would succeed. Success would mark the crucial first step of his grand undertaking.