Chapter 22. "Perfect Cage: Your Gene Is a Barcode"

As soon as Leah's sneakers touched the ground, lasers sprayed out on the floor, transforming her left foot into a standardized "S-class player's foot" - the ankle was implanted in a gold-plated barcode, and the Rennes grass balance was deducted for each step.

"Foof! Asymmetrical of the limbs!" The referee AI's Bible chain entangled her right arm, Knox's mycelium's right hand suddenly grew, and the tip of the bacteria pierced into the AI's eye socket: "You are fucking asymmetrical!"

Elena's fluorescent code exploded from the AI ​​skull, spelling out the hidden lab coordinates of her mother Ross in the air - right in the center of the perfect basket. Lea tore off her modified left foot, and the Rain grass seeds in her prosthesis fell, burning scorch marks on the lattice floor: "Tell the Marcus family's bastards that my leg bones are only worthy of kicking the heaven!"

The moment she jumped up, she saw the truth of the mirror universe: the holographic image of her mother Ross was imprisoned in the basket and was rewriting the rule book with stolen scars. Each letter drips with the ashes of the standardized player.

"Dunking means giving birth?" Lea smashed Lucas' heart basketball into the basket, but the blood of the embryo's explosion solidified into a barcode - it was the S-class gene number implanted in her left foot.

Knox's mycelium suddenly mutated, entangling the referee AI's gilded biblical fragments: "This thing is the key!" The fragments were inserted into the floor grid, and the entire court suddenly flipped, revealing the black entrance of Ross' laboratory:

"RH-Laboratory: All imperfections are destroyed here"

Seventeen corpses were sealed in the laboratory freezer—each of Leah's clone, and the left chest was engraved with records of Lucas' heart transplants from different universes. The oldest freezer label says: "Prototype: illegitimate daughter from the garbage dump, with a genetic pollution of 99%.

"Are you surprised?" Marcus's voice came from the ventilation duct, his gilded spine wrapped around Elena's mycelium. "What kind of savior do you think you are? It's just a discarded experimental product from your mother!"

Lea grabbed Rennes's grass seeds and stuffed them into the wound, and herb-like muscles grew again with her left leg. She smashed the freezer and spliced ​​the clone's heart into an irregular ball:

"Now, I'm the No. 18 defective product."

The moment the ball hits the perfect basket, the mirror universe begins to vomit. The lattice floor cracked and leaked out the blades of the main cosmic slum court—where, Marcus Orthodox children were taught to throw thirty-degree arcs with cans.

"Imperfect gene was detected," the referee AI screamed in the collapse, "start the formatting process..."

Knox's mycelium pierces its sounding device: "You're banned, perfect bitch."

When the broken basket number rushed out of the mirror universe, Lea looked at the surveillance screen—

The irregular ball stuck at the edge of the basket.

It's like a plastic basket that I never shot in my childhood.