The devil found all of this far too entertaining. Toying with humans in the palm of its hand, sitting secure behind the scenes and pulling every string — this was exactly what his noble self, Garfield the Great, ought to be doing. Once Adam gave its permission, the devil cut loose completely; every roll of its eyeballs brought a few more venomous schemes surfacing in its mind.
Adam did not care in the least what the devil got up to. He was addicted to the crafting of his virus now; new ideas came to him every moment, and the trial was no longer the focus of his mind.
Piled up in the laboratory were the magical beast specimens Adam had ordered the devil to collect over the past few days. He extracted the peculiar gene fragments from the beasts' bodies, then injected them into the virus stock that churned ceaselessly in the ether culture dish, hoping to use them as a foundation to prod the virus into mutating once more.