Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

Outside the observation room.

Two researchers in white coats were peering through the thick, bulletproof observation window at the "experimental subject" lying on the hospital bed.

"The data from the third injection is in."

A middle-aged man wearing thick-rimmed glasses held a stack of printing papers, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.

"Antibody concentrations are continuing to rise."

"The T-virus survived in his body for less than forty minutes before being completely eliminated."

"This clearance speed... my God, a normal human immune system simply couldn't do that."

His partner was a young female researcher who wore gold-rimmed glasses and whose eyes widened when she heard the data.

"Doctor, does this mean he has some kind of antibody in his body that we don't know about?"

"It's not just antibodies."

The middle-aged man shook his head and pointed to a set of unusual data on the printed paper.

"Look at this."

"His red blood cells carry three times the oxygen of a normal person."

"His muscle fiber density is twice that of an average person."

"Even his nerve reflexes were almost an order of magnitude faster."

Do you know what all this data means when put together?

The female researcher swallowed hard: "Super soldier?"

"No." The middle-aged man took off his glasses, wiped away non-existent dust from the lenses, and his voice trembled slightly.

"It's even more terrifying than that."

"If these figures are true."

"So his physical abilities have already surpassed the limits of human capabilities."

"He is not a mutant."

"He is... an evolved form."

"A perfect, uncompromising, evolved human being that retains all intelligence."

"If we could extract that antibody from his body and replicate it on a large scale..."

The man's hands trembled uncontrollably.

The fervor a scientist feels when faced with an unknown treasure is like a fire, burning him so intensely that he's practically smoking.

And inside the ward.

He Yuanchao heard every single word.

His hearing, enhanced to an abnormal degree after the gene lock was unlocked, allowed him to clearly hear the whispers of two people outside, even through a bulletproof glass barrier and more than three meters away.

"An evolved form?"

"You want to extract my antibodies too?"

"Mass copying?"

He Yuanchao sneered inwardly.

Think beautifully.

What do you think I am?

Are they the lab mice from your lab?

Is it a material from which blood can be drawn and sliced ​​at will?

joke.

He slowly sat up.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the tubing inserted into his arm, the needles detaching from his skin with a few drops of dark red blood.

The electrocardiogram monitor immediately emitted a piercing "beep beep beep" alarm.

The two researchers outside were startled.

Through the observation window, they saw the experimental subject, who had been "unconscious," now sitting on the edge of the bed, his long legs dangling over the edge, his bare feet on the cold floor.

His bronze-colored, well-defined muscles gleamed with a powerful sheen under the white lights.

And on his face.

He wore a smile that sent chills down your spine.

He raised his head.

Through that bulletproof glass.

Looking at the two pale-faced researchers outside.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at two insects.

Then he raised his hand.

He waved at them.

"Come."

"Let me give you a check-up too."

The two researchers exchanged a glance.

Then, almost simultaneously—

Pull your legs and run.

They run faster than zombies chasing after them.

He Yuanchao couldn't help but laugh as he watched the two white-coated doctors scurrying away with their heads in their hands.

He stood up.

With my feet planted on the cold metal floor, I felt the real, upgraded power surging through my body.

Doubling your physical fitness is no joke.

He was already a super soldier enhanced by both the system and the G-virus; his physical abilities in the previous world would have been enough to easily defeat any elite soldier.

Now double it again?

He Yuanchao clenched his fist.

The muscles and bones emitted a series of popping sounds.

The sound echoed in the quiet ward, like a string of firecrackers.

He walked to the observation window.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the bulletproof glass with his knuckles.

"Clang, clang."

It's very light.

It's like knocking on the wooden door of an ordinary family's home.

But the bulletproof glass, which was supposed to withstand direct gunfire, was where his knuckles touched.

A tiny crack appeared.

He Yuanchao raised an eyebrow slightly.

"It's a bit harder than I expected."

"But that's about it."

He withdrew his hand and looked around.

This ward has no door.

To be precise, it's the kind of sealed gas valve controlled by an electronic lock.

Without a password or key, it can't be opened from the inside.

But in front of He Yuanchao.

This is not an obstacle.

This is what you call a wall that needs to be opened in a different way.