He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

"It's a boy!"

A woman's voice, filled with obvious joy, announced, "Congratulations, madam, it's a healthy boy!"

It's not "Congratulations, Your Majesty".

Congratulations, Madam.

The title "Madam" is unlike the way it was used in ancient times.

It seems this time, I wasn't born in ancient times.

He was placed in soft swaddling clothes, and a pair of hands caught him gently, their movements slightly trembling.

"show me."

A woman's voice, weak, yet gentle.

He was pulled close to a face.

I couldn't see her features clearly, but I could smell a faint scent of milk, medicine, and—the smell of blood. The smell of blood from someone who had just given birth.

"Such tiny hands..."

The woman's fingers gently touched his palm; it was warm and slightly sweaty.

Yun Yi instinctively grasped that finger.

It's very small and soft; holding it in your hand feels like holding a feather.

The woman chuckled softly, her laughter containing weariness, joy, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"He's quite strong."

The door was gently pushed open, the footsteps steady and unhurried, carrying a habitual composure.

"let me see."

The man's voice was deep and carried an undeniable weight.

Yun Yi felt the swaddling clothes being taken from him, and a blurry face appeared in his vision—he couldn't make out the features, but he could feel the gaze.

Very heavy.

It's like a mountain pressing down on you; it's not heavy, but you know it's there.

"good."

The man said only two words, in a flat tone, as if he were evaluating a desirable object.

Then he handed Yunyi back to the woman.

"have a good rest."

The door closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Yun Yi closed his eyes, listened to the woman's even breathing, and smelled the lingering disinfectant scent in the air as he began to process the information received by this new body.

That man.

His footsteps were steady, not a deliberate attempt to suppress them, but a natural, habitual calmness—a gait only those who have long been giving orders possess.

When he said "not bad," his tone was as if he were approving a document.

Calm, brief, and unquestionable.

This is a man accustomed to power.

But this is not ancient times.

There was a smell of disinfectant in the air, and the instruments used during the delivery must have been modern.

The man's leather shoes made a rubber-soled sound as they stepped on the floor; they weren't cloth shoes or boots.

modern.

They have money and power.

Yun Yi silently made a judgment in his heart.

Then there was that woman.

Her hand never let go, her fingers gently squeezing his palm, as if to confirm that he was still alive.

Her breathing was light, with a cautious tenderness.

But Yunyi could feel that her hands were trembling.

He couldn't explain it.

He was an emperor for three hundred years and never became a mother.

do not know.

[Host detected entering a new world; Mythology Entry System activated]

[Extracting terms for the host...]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the mythical-level entry: Tracing the Origins of Evolution]

【Tracing the Origins and Evolution】

[Rank: Mythical]

Starting from the origin of life, it iterates without limit; each reshaping peels away the old shell, creating a more perfect essence of life.

Before each transformation, sufficient life genes must be collected. The more collected, the more perfect the essence of life becomes after the reshaping.

[Current gene collection: 0]

Current number of transformations: 0

[Transformation Requirements: A minimum of 100 units of life genes must be collected to initiate the first transformation.]

Yun Yi read the message over and over again.

It doesn't have the flashy twelve effects of [Heavenly Emperor].

But the effect is definitely not weak.

Unlimited iteration.

Each redesign is more perfect.

The more genes collected, the stronger the remodeled version will be.

Isn't this—

evolution.

Evolution without limits.

As long as he collects enough genes, he can continuously grow stronger and reshape himself, becoming more perfect each time.

It's a completely different path from the [Heavenly Mandate Emperor].

【Ding!warn!warn! 】

[The host is currently in a one-time soul state and cannot accommodate two mythological entries.]

[Please select a mythological entry to load.]

Yun Yi was stunned by the system's sudden warning.

A one-time soul state?

"Wait, what the heck is a one-time soul state?"

"System, please explain yourself clearly!"

Unfortunately, the system still ignored him.

They just kept warning people there.

"Damn it! This stupid system is acting up again."

Systemic pathogenesis is classified as pathogenesis.

Looking at the two mythological entries, Yun Yi chose the newly drawn one without hesitation.

After making his selection, he felt a little sleepy.

He stopped thinking about these things, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into darkness.

A baby's body needs sleep; he needs to adjust to this new body.

……

At the same time.

Somewhere, deep in the sewers.

A baby was wrapped in dirty cloth and placed on a "bed" made of cardboard boxes.

The surrounding area was filled with sewage and garbage, and rats scurried about in the shadows.

The baby's eyes were open, and the reflection of the dripping pipes above its head was in its pupils.

His eyes don't look like a baby's.

Cold, scrutinizing, with a predator's sharpness.

A homeless man squatted down next to the baby and put a dirty finger into the baby's mouth.

The baby took two sips and then spat them out.

The homeless man stuffed it back in.

The baby vomited again.

"Not eating?" the homeless man muttered. "Fine, don't eat then."

He huddled in the corner, wrapped his tattered cotton-padded coat tighter around himself, and soon began to snore.

The baby lay quietly in the cardboard box, staring intently at the pipes above its head.

His lips moved slightly.

No sound.

But if someone could read baby talk, they would know that he was saying—

"That idiot's paradise."

"Damn it, I spent 1000 yuan to buy a commoner card, and you call that commoner status?"

"I***"

……

Somewhere, in a luxury maternity ward.

A baby was carried out of the delivery room by a nurse, and outside waited seven or eight men in suits, who all stood up in unison.

"Boy or girl?"

"Young master! It's a young master!"

……

Somewhere, in an ordinary residential house.

"It's born! It's born!"

The midwife came out of the inner room with a smile on her face, "Mother and daughter are safe!"

The man waiting outside the door was stunned for a moment.

"Daughter...?"

He forced a smile, "A daughter is fine, a daughter is fine..."

……

On the same day, twenty babies were born in different corners of the same world.

……

Three years later.

Yun Yi has basically figured out his family situation in this life.

My father's name is Yun Tianheng, he is 42 years old and the chairman of Shen's Biotechnology Group.

The mother's name is Wen Ruotang, she is thirty-six years old, a full-time housewife, and it is said that she used to study biology, but she has never worked since having children.

There is a nanny in the house, surnamed Liu, who is in her forties. She is efficient and speaks softly, and it is obvious that she has received professional training.

There is also a driver, a cook, and a family doctor.

The house is large, three stories, with a garden and swimming pool, in an affluent area of ​​the city.

These are nothing.

The key is—Yun Tianheng.

The day before yesterday, he walked around the house a few times. When he passed by the study, the door was open, and he glanced at it.

Several documents were spread out on the desk, with the Shen Group logo printed on the cover. Next to them was a magazine, with Yun Tianheng himself on the cover.

The title reads: "Biotechnology upstart: Yun Tianheng's multi-billion dollar empire".