The Beginning: Simulating the Apocalypse - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Huang: I Will Offer the Gene Serum to the Nation

From the very beginning, Jiang Yi understood.

To break the outcome of the Evolutionary Frenzy, to prevent Blue Star from being treated as a breeding ground, he could only start with Huang.

Human technology and the global rate of evolution were indeed fast, but there was always a limit, a so-called threshold.

Only Huang, this genius at the level of a bug, could bring Jiang Yi surprises time and time again.

“Huang, let me see how far you will grow,” Jiang Yi said.

Suddenly, Jiang Yi’s figure disappeared from where it stood. When it reappeared, it was already above a small city in Summer Country.

[Huang lost his parents from a young age and was taken in by a inconspicuous orphanage. Despite growing up in extremely difficult conditions, Huang’s character remained pure and resilient.]

[A golden dragon in the pond, transforming into a dragon at the first gust of wind.]

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow. Well, well, the system had directly designated Huang as the son of destiny. But it made sense. Only as the son of destiny could he become the martial ancestor of humanity.

“Accept your power, Huang,” Jiang Yi said, pointing his finger at the young Huang in the orphanage, imprinting all the memories belonging to Huang from “The Era of Warriors” into him, while leaving behind two bottles of Gene Serum Type III.

Yes, two bottles.

An idea suddenly popped into Jiang Yi’s mind. If he let Huang hold the remaining two bottles of Gene Serum, what kind of actions would he take?

Would he keep one for himself and give one to the nation? Or would he use both himself?

“So, as I said, observing humans is quite interesting,” Jiang Yi’s lips curled slightly.

While implanting memories, Jiang Yi also deliberately influenced Huang’s cognition, greatly magnifying the importance of the Body Tempering Technique.

After completing all of this, Jiang Yi sat high above the sky, overlooking the changes in the world.

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Two hours later.

Inside the orphanage, Huang opened his weary eyes, exuding a calmness and maturity beyond his years.

He glanced around at his surroundings, then lowered his head to look at his own hands.

“A dream?

“It’s a dream so real that it’s impossible to find fault with it. I wonder if I am Huang dreaming of a fish, or a fish dreaming of Huang…”

Recalling the ending of his dream where he died in battle, Huang took a deep breath as if to expel all the regrets from his body.

Getting up from the bed, Huang prepared to start his day.

However, his right hand accidentally touched an object, a sensation both familiar and unfamiliar.

“This is!!!”

Huang’s expression changed as he tightly gripped the test tube containing the Gene Serum, examining it up and down.

There was no mistaking it. The gorgeous crimson liquid and the familiar shape left no doubt that this was the Gene Serum from his dream.

And it was Gene Serum Type III!

“Could it be… I’ve been reborn?” Huang’s expression was full of uncertainty and doubt, but soon he became calm.

In just a short moment, he thought of many reasons. Perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps the mercy of the gods. But it was clear that he had been reborn.

And he had returned to the past with precious Gene Serum Type III.

After contemplating for several minutes, Huang finally took action.

He first took a bottle of gene Serum, removed the stopper, took a deep breath, and drank all the liquid in one gulp, determination shining in his eyes.

As soon as he swallowed it, a familiar intense pain spread throughout his body.

“As long as I endure the enhancement of the gene Serum, with my skills, I can easily approach that highest leader without anyone noticing and declare the arrival of the meteorite crisis and the evolution virus in advance!

“This time, I will protect Summer Country!”

Despite his entire body trembling with pain, Huang’s eyes showed determination. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, but he didn’t utter a sound.

Compared to the physical pain, he was more unwilling to see the destruction of Summer Country.

“He’s quite ruthless.”

In a place undetected by Huang, Jiang Yi watched the actions of this young martial ancestor throughout.

Even Jiang Yi, who had seen many thrilling scenes, couldn’t help but marvel at Huang’s direct consumption of Gene Serum Type III.

If a Second Stage Warrior were to consume Gene Serum Type III, there would naturally be no problem. But for an ordinary person to consume it, there was a risk of their flesh and blood exploding with just one mistake.

[Just as the host admired Huang’s strong will, time passed quickly. Soon, with the full potential unlocked by Gene Serum Type III, Huang broke through to become the only martial ancestor in the world today.]

[Huang rushed to the Summer Country’s imperial capital at the fastest speed. After two days of reconnaissance, he finally chose the best time and decided to infiltrate the Tianlong Pavilion, the highest power institution in the imperial capital.]

As the system’s voice fell, the scene in front of Jiang Yi changed.

The bustling city that was just daytime suddenly turned into a starry night, and from a remote small city, it came to the imperial capital of Summer Country.

Under Jiang Yi’s gaze, Huang, dressed in black, moved extremely fast, shuttling back and forth at an astonishing speed. He infiltrated the Tianlong Pavilion, the highest power institution in the imperial capital.

For him, the so-called tight defense was child’s play.

“Not bad, not bad. The guards of that highest leader are indeed commendable. At least they are all Second Stage Warriors.”

As Huang effortlessly passed through the security, he casually commented on the guards’ physical fitness.

It didn’t take long for him to see his target — the Tianlong Pavilion, the residence of the old man.

As Huang quietly slipped in, the old man had not yet fallen asleep. He sat behind his desk, muttering to himself about how to make Summer Country stronger.

Only when he looked up and saw Huang’s figure did the old man’s expression change slightly, putting down the book in his hand.

It was strange. Even though it was their first meeting, the old man felt a sense of familiarity with the young man before him.