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

That's nothing.

The truly useful information comes from the conversations I heard over the next few days.

Yesterday, some guests came.

"Old Yun, this is really troublesome."

The sound came from the study, separated by a wall and a corridor, but Yun Yi's hearing was now far superior to that of an ordinary person, and he could hear every word clearly.

"The CDC people arrived yesterday, saying it was a routine check, but judging from their demeanor, they didn't seem like they were there for a chat."

"CDC."

Yun Tianheng's voice was calm. "Which department?"

"Center for Infectious Disease Control and Prevention"

"The team leader is Zhou Yuan, in his early thirties. He looks young, but he's very shrewd."

"What did they find out?"

"There has been no substantial progress yet, but they are reviewing experimental records from the past six months, especially those from Project B-7."

silence.

A long silence followed.

Then Yun Tianheng spoke, his voice still calm:

"All experimental records for Project B-7 are compliant; let them check them."

"Old Yun—"

"I told them to investigate."

Yun Tianheng's tone remained unchanged, but the guest did not speak again.

After a while, footsteps were heard, and the guest left.

Yun Yi lay on the bed, staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, his mind racing.

Project B-7.

CDC.

Infectious Disease Control Center.

This sounds familiar.

But then he shook his head—it was none of his business.

The most important thing now is—

His life gene is almost complete, with only one more gene missing.

[Current gene collection: 99]

Yun Yi looked at the line of numbers in front of him, and couldn't help but smile.

Just one more step and the transformation will be complete.

However, how to get the last one is a problem.

Over the years, in order to collect these life genes, he has caught and extracted them from cockroaches, mosquitoes, flies, frogs... basically any living creature.

Unfortunately, each species can only provide one type of gene at most.

Even with insects like flies, mosquitoes, and cockroaches, once you've extracted enough of them, you can't extract anything from similar insects anymore.

In order to collect all of these, his reputation has become somewhat tarnished over the years.

I just hope this transformation won't disappoint him.

The last gene came faster than he expected.

On the evening of the third day, while pruning roses in the garden, Sister Liu was stung by a wasp.

The wasp landed on the stone table next to it, still twitching.

Yunyi walked over, stretched out her little hand, and pretended to touch it out of curiosity.

The instant your fingertip touches the wasp—

[New gene detected: Hymenoptera, Vespidae family]

[Gene Collection: 100/100]

The conditions for transformation have been met.

Should the first life reconstruction be performed immediately?

[Note: The metamorphosis process will last approximately six hours, during which the host will enter a deep sleep state. Please ensure a safe environment.]

Yun Yi withdrew his hand, his heart beating slightly faster.

One hundred genes.

Three years.

Cockroaches, mosquitoes, flies, ants, spiders, earthworms, geckos, frogs, sparrows, mice... He even managed to get in touch with a white mouse and a rabbit in the doctor's laboratory during his physical examination.

No one would find it strange for a three-year-old to do these things; they would simply assume it's just a child's curiosity.

His bad reputation stems from the fact that any animal he touches dies mysteriously.

It's worth noting that during this period, among the animals he touched were many rare pets belonging to socialites and wealthy women.

However, his father was powerful enough that none of those people dared to say anything.

There was one person who called him a beast, saying he killed her child.

Yunyi never saw that family again.

Now, that's enough.

He went back to his room, closed the door, and climbed into bed.

Should we begin our first transformation immediately?

【whether】

Take a deep breath.

Click it.

The transformation begins

[Shedding the old shell...]

Yun Yi felt a surge of heat burst forth from his chest, as if something inside him had awakened.

It doesn't hurt.

It's an itch that seems to seep out from the very bones.

Something is wriggling beneath the skin, slowly and steadily moving along blood vessels, tendons, and every inch of muscle fiber.

He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Itching is harder to bear than pain.

Three hundred years of imperial self-control were of no use at this moment—his hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turned white, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The heat flowed from my chest to my limbs, and then back to my heart, rising and falling like the tides.

With each rise and fall, he felt his body changing.

I can't quite put my finger on what the change is.

It's like something is being disassembled and then reassembled.

It's not the kind of assembly where you replace parts—it's disassembling the entire machine down to its most basic components, redesigning the blueprints, and rebuilding a new one.

The outer shell is still the same outer shell.

But the things inside are different now.

Yun Yi's consciousness began to blur.

The patterns on the sheets, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, the light filtering through the curtains—everything seemed distant, as if seen through frosted glass.

He could hear his own heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It's getting slower and slower.

It's getting heavier and heavier.

It's like someone is beating a drum, one beat after another.

Then the drumming stopped.

The world is quiet.

I can't even hear my own breathing anymore.

dark.

Pure darkness, devoid of any impurities.

Yunyi felt as if he were floating in something, neither cold nor hot, weightless, shapeless, nothing at all.

It feels like going back into the womb.

wrong.

It's even more primitive than when you're in the womb.

It's like returning to the very beginning of life—before you were human, before you were anything, you were just a chaotic mass, waiting to be molded into shape.

Then he started dreaming.

In my dream, he was a fish swimming in the deep sea.

The seawater was black, and he couldn't see any light, but he could sense countless things swimming around him—things bigger than him and things smaller than him.

He swam and swam for a long time, when suddenly he saw a light above his head.

He went upstream.

The higher you go, the brighter the light and the warmer the water.

Then he broke through the water.

It's not a fish anymore.

It is a bird.

His wings were large, and his feathers were black. The wind lifted him up from below, and up again.

He flew over mountains, over rivers, and over forest after forest.

Things on the ground are getting smaller and smaller; mountains are becoming mounds, rivers are becoming ditches, and forests are becoming carpets.

He flew higher and higher, so high that he could see the curve of the earth.

Then he bumped into something.

It's not a wall.

It is a membrane.

Soft and transparent, like the thin membrane inside an eggshell.

He pecked at it with his beak.

The membrane is broken.

Light poured in.

It wasn't ordinary light—it was golden, thick, like liquid gold.

He was overwhelmed by the light.

Then--

He could hear his own heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

came back.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling is still there, the light is still coming through the gaps in the curtains, and the pattern on the bed sheet is still there.

Nothing has changed.

But he knew that something had changed.

It's not just a little bit that's changed—it's everything.