A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

The foundation of the Kunlun base was trembling.

This tremor did not originate from geological activity, but rather from the rhythmic breathing of that steel behemoth deep underground.

In front of the explosion-proof glass of the S1 main control room, Li Jianguo, wearing a faded military overcoat, stood with his hands behind his back, like a rock statue weathered for thousands of years. His cloudy yet sharp eyes, bloodshot, were fixed on the fully automated production line below, which had been modified by "Fuxi".

This place should have been a precision workshop for producing nuclear fusion fuel rods.

It is roaring right now.

Hundreds of heavy robotic arms swung, leaving a trail of afterimages; their movements were too fast for the naked eye to follow. The hissing sound of high-energy laser beams etching microscopic materials intertwined with the muffled roar of hydraulic pumps, echoing throughout the enclosed underground space, creating a steel battle song that would ignite the passion of any industrialist.

Li Jianguo doesn't understand nanotechnology or complex molecular formulas.

But he understands war.

In his eyes, this wasn't about making medicine, but about making bullets, shells, and nuclear weapons that could blow that bastard Death away.

"Old Li, your heart rate is too fast, go and rest for a while," the guard next to him whispered.

"Stop my ass." Li Jianguo didn't even turn his head, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded on sandpaper. "Looking at it, I feel like my old comrades who died young from illness are still watching me."

At the end of the production line, a burst of white condensed nitrogen gas shot out, and the specially designed low-temperature discharge port slowly opened.

There was no crisp sound like the traditional Chinese medicine being filled as I had imagined.

What flowed out was a viscous, thick fluid with an eerie silver color.

They slid down the quartz tubes into a specially designed magnetically levitated storage bottle. Unlike traditional medicines that are transparent or cloudy, each drop of this substance refracted a cold, metallic gleam under the cool light.

They swirl and blend slowly in the bottle, without any sediment or bubbles.

It was so pure it was breathtaking.

"This is... the 'Xingtian' that little madman was talking about?" Li Jianguo muttered to himself.

If he weren't told it was medicine, he would have thought it was some kind of high-tech liquid alloy. Looking at the bottle, he seemed to see a vast army lurking inside. The flowing silver light wasn't liquid, but countless miniature warriors, fully armed and ready to charge into the microscopic battlefield of the human body and wreak havoc.

……

Beneath the surface lies a bustling industrial wonder, while above ground lies a chilling battlefield of public opinion.

Zero Boundary Technology President's Office.

Su Wanqing felt like she was going crazy.

Her pride in her composure, her powerful persona as the "ice queen" of USTC, crumbled completely at that moment.

The six high-definition screens on the wall were broadcasting global news in rotation, and every single one of them was pushing Bai Che toward the edge of a cliff.

BBC front page: "Is God Asian? Bai Che May Rewrite Human Genetic Destiny"

CNN Interview: Former Chairman of the Nobel Prize Committee: If he fails after 48 hours, it's not his fault, it's science's fault.

The top trending topic on Twitter: "#Cult of Immortality".

Countless enthusiastic netizens began photoshopping Bai Che's photos into images of saints, and some even lit candles in front of the Zero Boundary Technology building to pray.

Anderson's "praise to death" strategy worked perfectly and comprehensively.

"These bastards..." Su Wanqing gripped the tablet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. "They're creating a god. They're turning Bai Che into an omnipotent god."

The current public opinion is no longer just questioning, but has been pushed to a suffocating moral high ground. The whole world is waiting for "God" to descend, and if this "God" has even the slightest flaw—even if it's just failing to cure those ten people who are destined to die 100%—those believers who are currently kneeling on the ground praying will instantly turn into the most frenzied thugs and tear Bai Che to pieces.

"Mr. Su, the PR department's phones have been ringing off the hook." The assistant trembled beside her. "The media are asking us if we've mastered the technology to achieve immortality..."

"No need to answer!"

Su Wanqing suddenly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

Looking out at the pitch-black night, she felt a chill run down her spine. This wasn't praise; it was clearly an attempt to burn Bai Che at the stake! This irrational fanaticism was more deadly than insults, because there was no turning back.

"Wang Tao, keep an eye on this area."

Su Wanqing pushed aside the fat man who tried to stop her, and rushed towards the lounge in her high heels, disregarding her image.

That man must be woken up.

He must be made to speak.

Crisis management must be initiated immediately. Even if it means admitting that "the technology is risky," or even if it means self-degradation, we cannot allow this false praise to continue to fester. Otherwise, Zero Boundary Technology will be crushed by this enormous expectation.

"Da da da—"

The rapid sound of high heels echoed in the corridor, like a barrage of war drums.

Su Wanqing abruptly pushed open the heavy solid wood door of the lounge. All the impassioned speech she had prepared, including warnings about capital operations and the backlash from public opinion, got stuck in her throat the moment the door opened.

There was no anxiety or tense atmosphere in the room as I had imagined; not even all the lights were on.

Only rhythmic, steady breathing sounds.

The man at the center of the world storm was fast asleep, slumped in a soft beanbag chair, a windbreaker casually draped over his body.

There was still a half-eaten bag of potato chips on the coffee table, and a suspicious trace of water even clung to the corner of his mouth.

The towering waves outside the door, the madness of billions of people around the world, were now shut out by this door. He slept like a college student who had just finished exams and was on vacation, completely unprepared, and even turned over and mumbled something in his sleep.

This extreme contrast caused Su Wanqing's brain to freeze for two seconds.

One second she was thinking about how to fight against a world-class capitalist conspiracy, the next second she saw this guy... catching up on sleep?

A surge of anger welled up inside her, mixed with her previous worries and grievances, causing her eyes to redden.

She strode forward, intending to push him awake, but as her hand reached out, she hesitated when she saw the faint blue in Bai Che's eyes.

But he must wake up.

Now is not the time to sleep.

Su Wanqing took a deep breath and shook Bai Che's shoulder forcefully: "Bai Che! Wake up! Something terrible has happened!"

"Well……"

Bai Che opened his eyes groggily, his face full of morning grumpiness.

With his messy, unkempt hair, he struggled to focus his vision as he looked at the anxious beauty before him. His first reaction wasn't to ask how the world was doing, but rather, in a hoarse voice, filled with annoyance at being woken up:

"Senior... what time is it?"

He pointed to the clock on the wall, then to the surveillance camera on the ceiling: "Fuxi didn't call the alarm, so the sky hasn't collapsed yet. Let me sleep for five more minutes... just five minutes."

After saying that, he buried his head in the cushion again.

Su Wanqing laughed in exasperation.

I was so angry I laughed.

She shoved the tablet in front of Bai Che, the cold light from the screen illuminating his weary face: "You still want to sleep? Look closely! Anderson is trying to kill you with flattery! Right now, the whole world treats you like God. If even one person dies during tomorrow's live stream, we're all finished!"

"Look at this title—'The End of Human Evolution.' If this can't be cured, we'll be the sinners of humanity!" Su Wanqing spoke rapidly, her voice trembling. "Bai Che, wake up! This is a dead end!"

Forced to work, Bai Che sighed and finally sat up straight.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table, and gulped down most of it. The icy liquid flowed down his throat, finally dispelling some of his drowsiness.

He took the tablet, swiped it around casually, and looked at the extremely cheesy headlines, then suddenly let out a soft scoff.

The laughter carried three parts mockery and seven parts disdain.

"That old man Anderson, that's all he's good for." Bai Che threw the tablet back onto the sofa, scratched his head, and his eyes instantly cleared. Although his lazy demeanor was still there, a chilling sharpness shone through his eyes.

"To praise someone to death?"

Bai Che stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked.

"Senior, you need to understand something." He walked up to Su Wanqing, looked down at the woman who was half a head shorter than him, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"When one's talent cannot support their reputation, that's called 'killing with praise,' a death sentence."

"But when strength overflows, becoming so powerful it's unreasonable..." Bai Che's lips curled into an arrogant smile, "That's called free global publicity. He's saving me money on game fees."

Su Wanqing was stunned.

She looked into Bai Che's bright black eyes, which held not a trace of fear, but only an unwavering confidence in his control over everything.

"Let him flatter him," Bai Che said casually. "The higher he flatters him, the louder he'll kneel down tomorrow night."

Just as Su Wanqing was stunned into silence by this almost blind confidence, the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

This time, the footsteps that entered were steady and powerful.

Li Jianguo walked in.

The old man's expression was as solemn as if he were escorting a nuclear button, and he was tightly holding a silver explosion-proof briefcase.

The air in the room froze instantly.

Li Jianguo didn't say anything, but walked to the coffee table and put the box down.

"Click".

Fingerprint unlocking, hydraulic latch pops open.

As a burst of white, cold air escaped, the lid of the box slowly rose, revealing its contents.

Those were twelve specially made injection guns.

The barrels were made of a high-strength, transparent polymer material, filled with a silvery, still fluid. Under the light, these twelve injection guns looked like twelve execution blades from the future, lying quietly in black shock-absorbing foam.

Su Wanqing subconsciously took a half step back.

nice.

A beauty that is extremely dangerous and extremely cold.

Bai Che stepped forward and picked up one of the injection guns. He tapped the gun barrel lightly with his long, slender fingers.

hum-

As if sensing the vibration, the previously still silver liquid instantly boiled.

Countless tiny vortexes collided wildly inside the pipe wall, like awakened beasts or a swarm of bees with a collective consciousness, eager to break free of their cage.

This scene made Su Wanqing feel the oppressive feeling brought by "technology" for the first time.

This doesn't look like medicine.

This is more like some kind of living weapon.

"This is the answer we want to give the world."

Bai Che gazed at the flowing silver light in his hand, a cold glint reflected in his eyes, his voice deep and magnetic: "Code name 'Xingtian,' first batch, perfectly offline."

He turned around and put the injection gun back in the box, his movements as gentle as if he were comforting a child.

"Notify the medical teams in those ten cities to prepare for receiving the patients."

Bai Che closed the box, and his "morning grumpiness" completely dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance that everything was already set in stone.

He put his hands in his pockets, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked out at the brightly lit city and the dark night sky in the distance.

"The goods are ready, and the bullets are loaded."

Bai Che's voice echoed in the room, carrying an indescribable air of nonchalance.

"Let Anderson and the media continue their revelry for the next thirty-odd hours."

He turned around and grinned at Su Wanqing, who was still in a daze, and Li Jianguo, who had a solemn expression:

"Once this needle is inserted, the world will be quiet."

The red countdown timer in the S1 control room was still ticking, but the three people in the room were in completely different states of mind.

Even if the outside world is engulfed in raging floods, here, Noah's Ark has already been built.