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

He did not leave the lab for the next two days.

Zhou Mingyuan gathered all the available information, extracted the global list of biological species from the military database, and connected with several remaining overseas research institutions via satellite to piece the data together.

When the list was printed, it was more than three thousand pages long, and the stack on the floor was taller than Yunyi's knees.

Yunyi started flipping through the pages from the first page.

It's not reading, it's bumping into.

His fingertips traced across each page of paper, scales vibrating beneath his skin, extracting the genetic information of every species recorded on the paper in a way he couldn't explain—not from the samples, but from the words on the paper.

Names, descriptions, distributions, habits—these words themselves carry genetic "information," and his body has evolved to the point where it can reconstruct genes from that information.

One page, two pages, ten pages, one hundred pages.

The numbers on the system panel are jumping.

It wasn't collected from zombies, but from paper—from creatures he had never seen before, creatures that had become extinct or were on the verge of extinction in the viral outbreak.

This is a new ability he gained after his fourth transformation.

Knowing only the general details of this organism is enough to directly obtain its genetic information.

In the early hours of the third day, the number stopped at 19,997.

Three more are needed.

Yunyi put down the last page of the list, stood up, and walked out of the laboratory.

The playground was deserted, the moon was obscured by clouds, and only the searchlight on the watchtower slowly rotated in the night sky.

He stood there, the wind blowing, carrying the coolness of early autumn.

Then he heard a sound—a zombie king roaring from a thousand miles away.

An invisible thread instantly traversed a thousand miles and locked onto the zombie king.

Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.

He continued to sense.

Soon, two more zombie kings began to roar.

[Current gene collection: 20000]

[Will the fifth transformation take place?]

Yun Yi did not click the button.

He stood up, turned around, and walked back to his dormitory.

The light in Yun Nian's room was still on, and the door wasn't closed tightly, letting in a sliver of light.

He pushed open the door and found the little girl asleep on the table, a math workbook open in front of her, a pen still in her hand, and a red mark on her face.

The ugly rabbit was placed under her arm, its ears deformed from the pressure.

Yun Yi picked her up, put her on the bed, and pulled the covers up.

She turned over, mumbled something, and fell asleep again.

Yun Yi stood by the bed and looked at her for three seconds, then turned around, walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Instead of returning to his dormitory, he crossed the playground, walked past the training ground, and arrived at a building at the deepest part of the compound.

That was the military region's old ammunition depot. The concrete walls were thick enough to withstand missiles, and there were no windows, only a blast door.

He pushed open the door, went inside, and locked it from the inside.

The ammunition depot was empty.

The shelves had been moved away, leaving only a few rows of rusty iron racks leaning against the wall.

There was a thin layer of dust on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and concrete.

Yun Yi walked to the innermost part, sat down against the wall, leaned against the cold concrete, and closed his eyes.

The transformation begins.

This time, the heat didn't seep from his bones, nor did it explode from his cells—it surged from the depths of his consciousness.

It was as if someone had drilled a hole in his soul, and something more primal than energy poured out of the hole and into his body.

His body began to glow.

It wasn't the light from the scales, but the light beneath the skin—every inch of skin was glowing, as if a layer of lava was flowing beneath the surface.

The scales didn't burst out; instead, they floated up from under the skin, one by one, like fish emerging from the water.

The color was neither gold nor silver, but a color he had never seen before—something between transparent and white, like ice, or like light itself.

Each muscle fiber is being compressed, twisted, and woven into a structure stronger than steel.

The bones are melting, solidifying, and deforming.

His spine was extending, with each vertebra growing new protrusions outward—not bone spurs, but some kind of more intricate structure, like gears, like latches, like a sophisticated machine assembling itself.

Wings spread out from behind.

It is neither feathers nor membranes, but something in between—a skeleton made of metal, hollow, as light as foam, yet stronger than any known material.

Between the skeletons is a translucent membrane, like a dragonfly's wing, covered with fine lines that glow like wires on a circuit board.

ten meters.

When the wings unfolded, the entire ammunition depot was filled, and the edges of the membrane wings scraped against the concrete wall, creating streaks of sparks.

He opened his eyes.

His pupils were not gold, nor amber, but a color he had never seen in any living being—like the entire starry sky compressed into two tiny specks of light, placed in his eye sockets.

It's not bright, it's deep.

It's so deep that you can see into the distance.

His face changed.

It's not that it's become less human, it's that it's become too human—like some ultimate definition of "human" being extracted and cast into a face.

Every line is incredibly precise, every angle is just right, it's so beautiful it's unreal, like a sculpture in a museum that has come to life.

The fifth life reconstruction is complete.

[Genes already fused: 30000.]

[Comprehensive Capability Upgrade]

[Domain - Unity of All Things: An absolute domain with a radius of 10,000 meters centered on itself. Within this domain, the host can arbitrarily alter gravity, temperature, and speed.]

[Evolution - Perfect Adaptation: Your body will develop perfect resistance to any environment and any attack.]

[Perception—Omniscient Vision: Everything within a radius of a thousand kilometers is perceived. Not just seen, but known. Knowing the location of every single speck of dust.]

[Regeneration—Immortality: As long as one cell survives, the host can complete full-body regeneration within three seconds.]

[Attack - Matter Cutting: You can generate nanoscale filaments that can cut through anything, and what is cut cannot be repaired.]

[Transformation - Ultimate Form: You can transform into mythical or fantastical creatures, gaining abilities corresponding to them.]

[Speed ​​- Pale Wings: Capable of breaking the limitations of physical laws and achieving faster-than-light travel.]

Yun Yi looked down at his hands.

The white scales shimmered softly under the light, like porcelain, like moonlight, like the first snow.

He stood up.

Its wings folded, its ten-meter wingspan shrinking into two bulges on its shoulder blades. Its clothes were torn, but scales rose from beneath its skin, covering all the places that shouldn't be exposed.

Yun Yi walked out of the ammunition depot.

It was still dark, the moon was still in the sky, but the eastern horizon was already tinged with a pale white.

The wind blew in from the north, carrying the chill of late autumn and something far away—he closed his eyes, and his perception range expanded to ten kilometers in an instant.

He walked to the playground, stood in the moonlight, and looked up at the sky.

The clouds were thick, obscuring the stars, but he could sense them—the stars were still there, burning quietly behind the clouds, tens of thousands of light-years away.

He stretched out his hand, and a white light shone from his fingertips. It wasn't the golden light he had before; it was white, like the first snow of winter falling into his palm.

He flicked the light into the sky, and the light disappeared into the clouds. He didn't chase after it, but turned around and walked back to his dormitory.