In the native world of the Sea Star, within the Chamber of the Moon in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, Imu was also watching the entire process through the broadcast of the Image Snails.
"These zombies in this form seem to be Kabane, with their glowing pupils and hearts, as well as the tough heart membranes," he thought.
He watched as several researchers on the screen placed the completely deceased 'Prisoner Kabane' into a body bag and carried it away, his mind sinking into deep contemplation.
"I've crossed over into the world of the Pirate King, and now the Stargate connects to another anime world. Does this mean that the worlds connected by the Stargate in the future will likely be the same?"
For some reason, Imu suddenly felt as if he had become the protagonist of a novel. "Ah, what's the use of thinking about this? I still have to eat and drink as usual. I should think more about this Kabane world."
He shook his head, swallowed the crimson wine in his goblet, and then closed his eyes to search through the depths of his memory.
This anime had been popular for a while, and of course, he had watched it, though it was quite some time ago. Fortunately, his mental strength far exceeded that of ordinary people. Although he hadn't reached the level of a memory palace or a biological computer, he could still recall the general memories.
"Kabane, Kabane-ri, Nameless..."
About half an hour later, Imu slowly opened his eyes. By now, he had a relatively clear understanding of the Kabane world. However, after careful consideration, he decided not to reveal it too early to the Five Elders and others.
As more and more worlds connected by the Stargate would be encountered in the future, the World Government must learn to explore and conquer a world on its own. This Kabane world didn't seem dangerous at all and could serve as a beginner's dungeon for them to practice on!
"Is there anything in this world that's useful to me?"
In fact, Imu had been thinking recently about whether his strength could be further enhanced. After all, even if he was the strongest in the Sea Star, he would be nothing in the myriad worlds.
Imu thought for a moment and finally shook his head. The things in this Kabane world, whether it was the Kabane virus or the 'Nue' created from black plasma, were of no use to him.
He wasn't the type of lunatic who would turn himself into a monster in pursuit of power. His requirement for his own strength was precision, not quantity!
Moreover, since the worlds connected by the Stargate were likely to be various anime worlds, he could definitely find suitable powers or items to enhance his strength.
No need to rush, take it slow! "However, the special resources of this world are quite interesting..."
Imu put down his goblet and rubbed his chin in thought, thinking, "Whether it's the heart membranes of the Kabane or the special steam engine called the Makuratsu high-pressure steam engine, both are things that can be mass-produced."
Of course, the former could be considered either a non-renewable resource or a renewable resource, depending on the perspective from which it was viewed.
Meanwhile, at the Stargate base in the world of Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress.
In the operating room, Dr. Fritz, after listening to the detailed report through his earpiece, looked at the disemboweled corpse in front of him and fell into deep thought, which made his assistant across from him ask in confusion, "Director?"
"You heard what they said just now, right?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me, since this Living Dead only dies when its heart is pierced, how did the one before us die?"
The assistant, also clad in a biochemical protective suit, was stunned. He looked down at the corpse with its intact heart membrane, and for some reason, a chill ran down his spine.
"Y-you mean..."
"I'm wondering if it might not actually be dead yet?"
Dr. Fritz uttered these terrifying words, causing the assistant's face to turn pale. He had already heard how fearsome the power of the Living Dead could be.
It could easily bend steel, and anyone who got wounded by it would be infected and turned into one of its kind! At the thought of this, the assistant quickly stepped back.
Meanwhile, Dr. Fritz was deep in thought, continuing to voice his musings.
"I'm thinking, perhaps it has entered a state similar to hibernation due to not feeding for a long time. So, if we find the food it needs, could we wake it up again?"
"But, but Director, why would we want to wake it up?" the assistant stammered.
"Because we need to understand its physiological functions. Since we don't have a live one to observe and experiment on, why not try to revive it?"
"But we could use prisoners to create a live one..."
"What if there are differences between the bodies of people from our world and this one?" Dr. Fritz countered, leaving the assistant speechless.
"As for its food, according to the intelligence we received, it seems to enjoy pouncing on and biting people. What could serve as food from a human body would be flesh and blood!"
With this in mind, the director of the Biochemical Research Institute, with astonishing surgical skill and precision, re-sutured the corpse's abdomen.
After quickly finishing, he immediately put down the scalpel and walked out of the operating room. The assistant hurriedly followed, not wanting to stay in that room any longer.
"Please bring three bags of human blood and some human flesh, then have someone pour them into the abdominal cavity of the corpse inside. Be cautious, as it is highly likely to revive, and beware of its pouncing and biting."
"Understood, we'll arrange it immediately."
The CP7 officer in charge of security nodded in agreement and began relaying Dr. Fritz's request to his superiors.
Their efficiency was remarkable; within just ten minutes, the experimental materials were brought in. Two men in black entered the operating room to carry out the procedure.
Dr. Fritz and the assistant watched intently from outside.
One of the men in black tore open the first blood bag, then pried open the corpse's jaw with his left hand and poured the crimson human blood into its mouth with his right.
After pouring it in and seeing no reaction, he turned to fetch the chunks of meat from the box. But at that very moment, the corpse on the operating table suddenly opened its eyes, which glowed with fire, and like a provoked beast, it fiercely bit at the man in black who was standing to its side.
"Watch out!"
The other man in black, standing on the opposite side, turned pale. With a flick of his right hand, he created a burst of air pressure and punched the Living Dead in the cheek, driving its entire head into the operating table.
Thanks to this momentary interception and warning, the man in black on the opposite side instantly vanished from his spot and reappeared in a corner of the operating room, his face grim as he stared at the Living Dead, which was trying to pull its head out of the dent in the table.
"It's still not dead?"
The CP7 agent who threw the punch was very surprised. The power of that punch, if it had landed on an ordinary person, would have been enough to turn their brain into mush, even if it didn't explode their head.
"Roar!!"
The Living Dead finally pulled its head out, but one side of its head was visibly caved in, and a blackened eyeball had popped out.
Yet, it wasn't dead. Instead, it seemed to be enraged and lunged at the black-clad man who had punched it.
"Professor Frieze, should we kill it?"
The black-clad man effortlessly dodged the Living Dead's bites using the Kami-e technique while shouting towards the operating room.
"First, test its strength, then attack its heart. Let's see how it differs from the previous prisoner Living Dead!" Professor Frieze, having confirmed his hypothesis, was now visibly excited.
"We have another Living Dead from this world. We can use that for a more detailed examination!"
"Understood."
The black-clad man immediately stopped moving, using Tekkai to withstand the Living Dead's frenzied attacks, then instantly pierced its heart with Shigan.
However, as he withdrew his finger and looked at the lifeless Living Dead collapsing before him, his eyes were filled with confusion. He immediately spoke up, "What's going on? Its maximum Douriki seems to be less than a hundred. And although the hardness of its heart's outer layer is indeed like steel, it couldn't withstand a single Shigan!"
"Could it be that Gus was bluffing?"