A couple of weeks later Franz was looking at the chakra seal on the raw materials hopper as he fed his chakra into it.
"White queen, have you found a way to optimize the seal to improve the amount of chakra it stores.
It is a bit tiring to have to do this process every day."
Next to Franz, one of the hard light projectors was activated, revealing a small girl with black hair. "Master Franz, the information in the chakra books you allowed me to study is very little.
I can only continue to improve the chakra arrangement while continuing to analyze your training and the process of chakra induction into organic materials."
Franz just hung his head in defeat because there was nothing he could do to avoid working 3 hours a day, it was ironic that being the owner of Umbrella Corporation and making a substantial profit.
He had to work every day without rest to introduce chakra into the raw materials in order to create the company's pills, since the secret of his functioning was chakra.
Without chakra the pills produced were just balls of materials with strange flavors that did not contribute anything substantial.
It is also because of that same problem that Big Mountain and other companies knew that things at Umbrella were not simple.
Well, it was not difficult for scientists to discover the composition of the pills, but even if they knew it at the time of trying to recreate them, they were not functional.
In Big Mountain, Doctor Dala was banging the table hard while she looked at Doctor Klein.
"These damn Umbrella products completely break common sense, like a mixture of wheat with medicinal plants and ginseng.
They can make a person go without eating, sleeping or drinking water for 3 full days."
Dr. Dala then scratched her head as she looked at a brown pill on the table. "The tests show that there are no more ingredients available and no matter how many experiments we do, nothing works the same as these things.
It's like if fucking Franz Whittingham used duct tape and a piece of paper to make a protectron, he completely breaks the laws of logic."
Doctor Klein took out a cigarette and as he began to smoke he shook his head. "It is useless to try to decipher Umbrella products that break common sense, when their creator Franz Whittingham is a clear example of complete error.
Research provided by the military shows that before his parents died he was an ordinary rich young man.
Just look at some of his actions during his life...
… Franz Whittingham hated studying and doing homework during his school years, preferring parties… his teachers say that he never paid attention in class and his highest grade was a B+…
He... he studied at Boston University with a career focused on business and in college he spent his time at fraternity parties...
…His life was chaotic but being the young heir of the Whittingham family he never had problems…
But then one day his parents simply die due to a mistake by the army, he inherits a good fortune and his behavior changes completely.
He creates a group of Pills that are literally changing the course of the war with the filthy communists, especially the blood enhancement pill.
Because of that little red ball, the number of deaths was reduced by 40% compared to the previous year's number and they have only been on the market for two weeks.
This person is not normal but the worst of all is that research shows that he is completely human, there is nothing strange about him."
Doctor Dana looked at Doctor Klein helplessly. "I guess we can only pin our hopes on the spies we've been trying to add to your workers.
Although with that damn artificial intelligence he has working for him it could be a job that will take us years to complete…"
For his part, at the Robcom headquarters, Robert House showed an ironic smile as he looked at a list of missing people, all of them were high-level spies that he had tried to get into Umbrella.
But no matter how powerful the spy was, he simply disappeared from the face of the earth and he couldn't use his disappearance to pressure Umbrella either because it was an unwritten rule of the companies.
That any commercial spy disappeared and the subject was never talked about was a way to avoid mutually assured destruction.
Robert House took his glass of whiskey and laughed. "This is just beginning Franz, you can win these rounds but remember that the house always wins."