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

Yun Yi took a step back and looked down at her.

Then he turned and walked to a corner of the hall.

There was a small door, behind which was the equipment room—ventilation ducts, electrical distribution boxes, and spare servers.

He found a first-aid kit, two bottles of water, and a pack of compressed biscuits inside.

He took the items out and placed them on the control panel, then found a blanket and covered Yun Nian with it.

After doing all that, he glanced at the panel.

[Gene Collection: 2768]

not enough.

Almost there.

He walked to the other end of the hall and pushed open a door marked "Gene Bank".

Inside were rows of refrigerated display cases, most of which had long since stopped operating. The temperature inside the cases had risen above zero, and the samples had already spoiled.

But he doesn't need the complete sample—just the touch.

He walked up to the first refrigerator, reached in, and his fingertips touched the broken test tubes.

Glass shards cut the skin, causing blood to seep out and mix with the dried sample inside.

[Life Gene +1]

He walked to the next cabinet.

Twenty minutes later, he walked out of the gene bank, and the number jumped to 2900.

It's still not enough, but not by much.

He thought for a moment, then took out the bottle of clear antidote.

After a moment's hesitation, I unscrewed the bottle cap.

[Life Gene +100]

enough.

[Current Life Genes: 3000]

Should we proceed with the third life reconstruction immediately?

Transformation time: four hours

He didn't click it.

He returned to B4 and stood in front of Yun Nian.

She was still glowing, and the golden spot between her eyebrows was even brighter than before, so bright that you could see the light patterns spreading outwards from her forehead like ripples.

My heart rate dropped to ten beats per minute.

Each time there was a six-second interval, during which her body rearranged itself in silence.

Yun Yi looked at her for three seconds.

Then he raised his left hand.

Scales, as thin as scalpels, grew from the fingertips of his right hand.

Without hesitation, he cut down from the shoulder joint.

No blood—the scales sealed the blood vessels at high temperature while severing the muscle, leaving a clean cut as if it had been laser-cut, revealing the bone and muscle fibers inside, but without a single drop of blood.

His left arm fell to the ground, but his fingers were still moving.

Yun Yi squatted down and touched the severed arm with his right hand.

Scales extend from the fingertips, burrowing into the muscles, bones, and blood vessels of the severed arm—like seeds sinking into the soil.

The severed arm began to swell, and muscle fibers grew out of the cut surface, intertwining and twisting into the shape of a person.

It has no skin, only red muscles and white fascia, like a human model that has been skinned.

Then comes the skin—starting from the fingertips, layer upon layer, covering it up, the fair, tender skin of an eleven-year-old child.

three seconds.

Yun Yi's clone stood in front of him, exactly like him—the same height, the same facial features, the same amber eyes.

But it has no pupils.

His eye sockets were empty, with only two blurry, dark golden lights.

"Watch her."

Yunyi said.

The clone didn't speak, but turned around and walked to Yun Nian, sitting down next to her.

Yunyi turned and walked towards the equipment room at the other end of the hall.

After the door closed, he leaned against the wall and slid down.

It was cold; the floor of the equipment room was made of iron, and the ice was so cold it could seep through your clothes and into your bones.

He closed his eyes.

The transformation begins.

This time, the heat didn't seep from the bones; it exploded simultaneously from every single cell.

He felt as if his body had been disassembled into its most primitive parts—not muscles and bones, but molecules, atoms, and protein chains.

Every fiber is being disassembled, recoded, and reassembled.

His consciousness floated in the darkness, like a leaf swept away by a storm.

A sliver of light shone through the crack in the equipment room door—golden light, emanating from Yun Nian.

The clone sat motionless beside Yun Nian, like a statue.

There was no heartbeat, no breath, only two dark golden lights slowly rotating in those empty eye sockets.

Its only task is to guard it.

Three hours later, the light emanating from Yun Nian began to recede.

It's not about extinguishing it, it's about drawing it in—from the skin's surface to beneath the skin, from beneath the skin to the muscles, and from the muscles to the bones.

Her heart rate rose from ten beats per minute to twenty, thirty, forty, and finally stabilized at around sixty.

Her body temperature has come down, and her breathing has become even.

Her eyelids twitched.

……

Meanwhile, thirty kilometers away.

Su Muzhe had one hand around a person's neck, a person who was more than half a head taller than him—Pei Yuan, the captain of the Tianying Squad.

"Tell me, is your information worth my life?"

"Ahem!"

Pei Yuan's face was pinched until it turned bright red, and he could only manage to squeeze out a voice, "Southern... Shenchuang Company... the chosen one, an eight-year-old girl... cough cough!"

Su Muzhe's smile deepened.

Are you sure?

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand gripping his neck tightened even more.

Pei Yuan was being choked so hard he could barely breathe, and he nodded desperately.

"However... there are two idiots over there who don't kill the chosen ones, but instead keep them as pets."

"They are very strong, we can—"

Su Muzhe didn't listen any further.

A black light surged from his palm.

Pei Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted:

"you--"

Before he could finish speaking, his body had already turned into dust.

Su Muzhe didn't even glance at it.

"cooperate?"

He said softly, "That's something only the weak do."

"The strong only need to kill everyone who stands in their way."

He moved in a certain direction.

It wasn't running, but something faster than running—the body left a trail of afterimages in the air, and with each step, the ground would blast a crater, sending debris flying.

Thirty kilometers, less than a minute.

Rooftop of Shenchuang Biotechnology Building.

He stood there, looking down at his feet.

Perception travels through concrete, steel bars, ventilation ducts, and elevator shafts, reaching B4—a glowing girl and a sitting boy.

"Only one?" He frowned, then smiled. "Who cares?"

He stepped through the rooftop.

The concrete crumbled like paper, and he plummeted through layer after layer, covered in rubble and dust, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

B4.

The moment he landed, a crater appeared in the ground, and the shockwave blew the metal box on the control panel away.

The syringe rolled twice on the ground, hit the wall and broke, spilling clear liquid all over the floor.

The clone stood up.

Su Muzhe looked at it and tilted her head.

"So you're the fool who didn't kill the chosen one but instead protected her? You're even weaker than I thought."

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone, "But, it's fine too."

The clone remained silent.

It took a step forward and blocked Yun Nian's way.

Su Muzhe's gaze passed over its shoulder and landed on the glowing girl on the chair—golden patterns had spread from between her eyebrows to her whole body, like a woven net, sinking into her bones.

"It's evolving."

Su Muzhe said, "Interesting."

He took a step forward.

The clone raises its right hand, palm facing up, fingers spread.

Scales burst from his fingertips—not gold, but a dark silver, like rusted iron.

The high-frequency humming echoed in the empty hall, much weaker than the main body, but much stronger than Pei Yuan's.

Su Muzhe glanced at the hand.

"this one?"

The clone did not answer.