Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

After the "purification" thunder in China, the world fell into an eerie silence.

No country or power dared to point its finger at China anymore. The four "Xuanyuan" ships hovering in the sky, along with the "Heavenly Court" interception network spread throughout the country, formed an absolute deterrent force field. The outside world was still sinking into despair amidst the howls of zombies and the collapse of civilization, but the malicious clamor against China had completely subsided.

China did not press its advantage and expand its offensive. The "purification" mentioned in the statement aimed to eliminate existing threats and establish its authority, not to indiscriminately conquer. The country's borders remained closed, its defenses remained strong, and its internal operations were running at full speed. On the one hand, it maintained basic social order and the herd immunity barrier; on the other hand, it devoted the most resources to the only direction that could possibly end all disasters.

Lin Feng's research has entered its most critical and challenging phase.

Lin Feng pushed the flow of time within the system's simulated space to its absolute limit. In vivo experimental data from the first-generation gene repair nano-drug flooded back, constantly revising the theoretical model.

Failure, adjustment, failure again, optimization again... The distorted gene chain within the zombie sample is like the most stubborn lock, and Lin Feng is searching for that one and only precise key among billions of possibilities.

The outside world's disturbances, the occasional sporadic sounds of gunfire from the border, could not disturb him in the slightest. His world consisted only of gene sequences, protein conformations, and the delivery efficiency of nanocarriers.

Before we knew it, three months had passed amidst intensive research and the slow death on a global scale.

Satellite imagery and surviving global monitoring data paint an increasingly despairing picture: it is estimated that more than half of the world's population has become either zombies or already dead. Cities have turned into ghost towns, and fields are filled with wandering figures. Even more chilling is the animal kingdom—aside from areas protected by strict ecological management along China's borders, wild animals, livestock, and even some insects around the world have experienced large-scale infections and mutations.

Zombified wolf packs, twisted flocks of birds, herds of zombie-like livestock moving in groups... the collapse of the food chain has exacerbated the survival difficulties for human survivors.

The remaining resistance forces in various countries were forced to retreat to their last underground bunkers, isolated islands, or remote mountain strongholds as their controlled areas were continuously shrunk. Ammunition, medicine, and food were becoming increasingly scarce, morale was low, and destruction seemed to be only a matter of time.

Only China, like a meticulously polished gem, is set on the filthy surface of this planet. Beyond the border, the zombie horde is indeed growing larger and larger, drawn by the most abundant life force on this continent, instinctively surging towards this side.

But what awaits them is the precise targeting and elimination by the "Fuxi" fighter jets, the relentless harvesting by the ground-based intelligent defense system, and the directional energy beams that occasionally descend from the starships, purifying everything.

The people had long been accustomed to the stark contrast between hell outside the walls and paradise inside, and their sense of security and pride were deeply ingrained. But the Chinese leadership did not let its guard down. A special team was quietly formed after Operation Cleanse, with only one mission: to trace the true source of the zombie virus outbreak.

With its intact domestic scientific research system, complete intelligence network, and the powerful global information gathering capabilities of the Kuafu system, this team meticulously unravels the vast and chaotic fragments of global information, searching for that faintly visible clue.

Finally, three months later, late one night, all the clues pointed to the same place—the island nation of Japan, where life is simple.

A detailed investigation report was sent to the highest levels overnight. Old Li and other decision-makers read through the report with grim faces.

The report reveals a shocking truth, yet one that seems plausible under a twisted logic:

A clandestine biological laboratory in the small country of Japan has long been conducting radical and even illegal gene editing and virus fusion research under the guise of extending lifespan and enhancing the human body. Its ultimate goal is indeed the immortality or superhuman abilities pursued by certain mad scientists and their financial backers. The research uses various dangerous animal viral vectors and unverified gene fragments.

Approximately six months before the first zombie outbreak, a powerful earthquake struck the area where the laboratory was located. The earthquake damaged the laboratory's highest-level biosafety facilities, causing a mixed leak of several highly unstable experimental samples.

The leaked substance contaminated streams and soil in the nearby mountains. Some wild animals drank the contaminated water or licked the contaminated soil, becoming the first to be infected. They quickly became extremely aggressive and began attacking nearby residents and livestock.

The authorities of the small-time country discovered the anomaly immediately and secretly brought the initial outbreak under control. However, after assessing the severity of the situation and its potential consequences, driven by an extremely selfish, narrow-minded, and foolish desire to shift the crisis, they made a devilish decision:

Instead of issuing warnings to the international community, they systematically and secretly sent some early infected individuals to neighboring countries, and even as far away as Europe, free countries, and Southeast Asia, by forging identities, smuggling, and even using certain international exchange channels.

Their logic is twisted and cruel: since they cannot control the virus, nor can they bear the enormous international responsibility and domestic turmoil that would follow its exposure, they might as well let the virus spread simultaneously around the world. When the entire world is plunged into the same disaster, no one will care about the original source, and even the small country can pretend to be one of the victims, perhaps seeking new opportunities amidst the global chaos.

However, they severely underestimated the transmissibility, mutation rate, and host range of this hybrid virus. After multiple outbreaks around the world, the virus spiraled out of control, mutated, and swept across everything at a speed far exceeding their expectations. The island nation itself was not spared; shortly after sending out the first batch of seeds, the virus completely spiraled out of control within its borders, rapidly engulfing the entire island nation.

Satellite images of the current Little Day Country show it to be a desolate wasteland, with only zombies wandering among the city ruins and no trace of the living. Perhaps only a very few people are hiding in the deepest underground facilities or on remote islands, barely clinging to life.

"Beast!" A military general uttered the two words through gritted teeth after reading the report.

"For personal gain, dragging the entire human civilization down with him..." Another leader closed his eyes, his chest churning with anger.

Old Li remained silent for a long time, his fingers lightly tapping the report cover. Finally, he raised his eyes, his gaze cold and resolute:

"Now that the truth has been uncovered, let it be made public. Those countries and people still struggling have the right to know who pushed them into the abyss. As for the country of Little Days..."

He paused, his voice devoid of warmth:

"It has already received the cruelest punishment—the demons it unleashed have completely erased any trace of civilization from the map. But the truth must be revealed to the world."

The following day, the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs and intelligence agencies held a rare joint global briefing.

There were no emotional accusations, only a calm presentation of facts and a rigorous chain of evidence, including satellite image comparisons, communication interception records, and early case tracing maps. The briefing detailed the entire process of the virus leaking from a Japanese laboratory due to an earthquake, to the deliberate concealment by the Japanese authorities and the transnational spread of the infection source.

The truth, like yet another spiritual nuclear bomb, has detonated in the already fragmented global survivor community.

In the last underground command center of the Free Nation, the president sat frozen in front of the screen, then smashed everything within reach. "It's those dwarfs! It's them!" His roar was filled with the fury of being fooled and betrayed. They had previously suspected China, even contemplating mutual destruction, but they never imagined the true culprit was the very ally they had tried to support in their Asia-Pacific strategy, who had instead shoved poison down their throats!

In the online meeting of the remnant parliament of Europe, curses, weeping, and hysterical laughter mingled together. They finally understood why the virus had appeared almost simultaneously in multiple transportation hubs such as Paris, Berlin, and Rome. It wasn't a natural disaster; it was man-made!

Other surviving nations, resistance organizations, and survivor groups, upon learning this truth through remaining radio and internet connections, erupted in overwhelming resentment and hatred. All their suffering, the loss of loved ones and homes, the collapse of their civilization—all stemmed from such a despicable, foolish, and selfish conspiracy!

"Revenge! We must get revenge!"

"Even if we can't survive, we'll make the culprits pay the ultimate price!"

"Destroy it! Wipe that damned island off the face of the earth!"

Utter despair transformed into the purest desire for destruction. The target was clear and unwavering—the Japanese archipelago.

There is no longer any regard for strategy or consequences. This is the final judgment of civilization on its deathbed against the culprits.

Several nuclear submarines carrying hidden cruise missiles from the Free State received orders; the remaining land-based missile force in a mountain bunker in Europe reactivated its launch procedures; and even some other countries or organizations with remaining sporadic long-range strike capabilities spontaneously joined the trial.

Over the next seventy-two hours, the last remaining strategic firepower of human civilization was not used for self-preservation, but instead, fueled by deep-seated hatred, it was all poured onto the silent, zombie-infested Japanese archipelago.

The missile, trailing a plume of flame, rose from the depths of the ocean and the continent, piercing the gloomy sky as it flew eastward.

The flashes of explosions echoed across the four islands, from the snowfields of Hokkaido to the hills of Kyushu. No interception was encountered, as there was no effective air defense. The relentless attacks further scorched the already devastated land, turning it into scorched earth and ruins. Even the last refuges hidden underground could be found and destroyed by bunker-buster bombs.

This is no longer a military operation; it is a belated, collective, and angry purification and burial. A sacrifice to vent anger for the fall of a civilization.

When the last missile landed, most of the Japanese archipelago was covered in thick smoke and flames. Even if there were still zombies active, their numbers and the environment suffered further devastating damage.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory in China, Lin Feng had just completed the data analysis for the 99th live experiment. The curve on the screen showed that the latest generation of gene repair nanocarriers had successfully increased the gene error repair rate in key areas within the experimental zombies to 87.3%, with no obvious rejection reaction.

The glimmer of hope seemed to grow even brighter under the glow of hatred.

But the kingdom that unleashed the demons has already accepted its final judgment in the last collective rage of human civilization.