To this end, I gave my account information to two friends, letting them act as moderators. If they felt this post tended to cause trouble or mislead new fans, they were authorized to delete it, and if the same ID deleted posts more than twice, they would be permanently muted.

Thank you. I am just a humble author, and those who like my work, please continue to support it. Those who dislike it, please quietly depart, rather than acting now as if you must tear me down completely. Am I your class enemy? Must you refute and overturn everything in my book? If you added me on QQ to do this, I would feel grateful instead of the current situation.

By the way, is this kind of sock-puppeting chaos, which appears to be a discussion of the plot but is actually a denial of everything in the book, something that has happened with other great authors as well? Several author friends have mentioned this to me. Why would they do that? I don't understand...

...It’s happening again? Inside a glass tank filled with transparent liquid, a newly formed infant floated. Outside the tank, over a dozen middle-aged researchers were discussing excitedly.

"The only viable one, Mr. Chu, we succeeded... Ten years—it took us ten years to finally get one living specimen!"

"Yes, headquarters has grown impatient. Billions invested, billions over ten years... but finally, success."

"Possessing researcher-level knowledge from birth, unparalleled intellect, a strong body, an inexhaustible spirit that never tires or weakens, immune to any disease—such a person is practically a superman..." The researchers continued their excited discussion, only the white-haired elder at the head did not join in. He gazed tenderly at the small life in the glass tank and pressed his palm against the glass.

The small life seemed to sense something. He struggled to lift his tiny hand, trying to meet the palm, but he had only just taken form. The elder could only see the baby’s little fingers twitching. The adorable sight made the elder burst into laughter...

Chu Xuan silently watched the ghastly pale woman who kept making clicking sounds. With a shake of his hands, two large handguns appeared in his grasp. With a crisp snap, two magazines locked securely into the weapons.

"Let me confirm the final conjecture..." Chu Xuan raised his guns and blasted toward the pale woman. He seemed to shoot without aiming; every shot struck the woman's forehead with pinpoint accuracy. After several seconds, countless rounds had been fired, utterly obliterating the woman's head.

This pale woman seemed incorporeal; the bullets passed through her body, hitting the wall behind her, yet her form misted together, and her head reformed perfectly.

"Physical force cannot harm it? An illusion? Or perhaps... Ahnu, attack!" As Chu Xuan spoke, a streak of fire shot out from the nearby darkness. The sound of rapid gunfire erupted, and the pale woman was instantly riddled with holes, becoming a sieve. Countless bullet holes appeared on her body, and unlike the last time, these holes did not quickly seal. Instead, they slowly widened, while the silver-white casings falling to the floor rapidly turned gray and black. As Ahnu kept firing, the pale woman finally dissipated into smoke.

"As expected... no Reward Points, and it requires accumulated damage from a large number of spiritual-class bullets to destroy a soul-form..." Chu Xuan shook his hands, and the magazines of the two heavy pistols ejected. He reloaded them immediately and shouted, "Ahnu, watch your back! Soul-forms are likely to attack the person who first harmed them."

The large figure in the darkness was about to turn when a pale arm suddenly sprouted from his back. A woman, completely white and with a grotesquely twisted face, emerged eerily from behind him. The moment this woman looked at Ahnu, the big man froze, his body trembling violently, his skin beginning to turn blue and white.

"...Cannot be touched, or control of the body is lost?" Chu Xuan fired a rapid burst from his handguns. The woman’s exposed head was instantly blown to pieces, and due to the spiritual-class bullets, the head could not fully regenerate. However, the rest of her body was still moving, holding Ahnu, whose skin was now almost blue-gray. The big man could only stare at Chu Xuan, his eyes fixed on him.

"Every part of the body must be struck..." Chu Xuan closed his eyes briefly. When he reopened them, the two heavy pistols were firing continuously, shattering Ahnu along with the pale woman. The immense power of the guns killed Ahnu instantly without a sound, and the pale woman vanished completely.

In the cold base, a little boy emotionlessly manipulated a Rubik's Cube in his hands. After several tens of seconds, the entire cube was returned to its original solved state—all four visible faces were the same color.

The little boy tossed the cube aside and then, with the same impassive expression, began playing with another toy: a jigsaw puzzle. A massive puzzle, about a meter across, gradually took shape in his hands. He achieved it in one attempt without a single misaligned piece.

"His intelligence is incredibly high. He even memorized the position of every single piece of that puzzle. Rather than calling that a human brain, it's more like..."

"More like a computer, perhaps? And this child has never smiled. That icy expression is utterly chilling to look at."

"Not only has he never smiled, he has no sense of pain, no sense of touch, no sense of smell, no sense of taste. Furthermore, during the gene modification, the spiritual resilience was overemphasized, so he lacks some of the chemical secretion systems normal people possess. In other words, he won't have worries, because the relevant substances aren't secreted in his body. He feels no pain or joy, experiences no fear, and doesn't even feel the desire for procreation..."

"He truly is like a robot. A genetically modified person who lacks the basic desire to survive—is this really the super-human we hoped for? Perhaps he's just thinking about how to die right now. If I were him... I probably couldn't last a second before wanting to commit suicide. Such a life is too painful."

"Enough! All of you, shut up!" Behind a glass window not far from the child, over a dozen researchers were chattering amongst themselves. The white-haired elder at the front suddenly roared in anger. He stared coldly at the group behind him, and for a moment, no one dared to meet his gaze.

The elder pushed open the small door next to the glass window and walked silently to the little boy. The boy merely glanced at him faintly before returning his attention to a decryption lock in his hands.

"Chu Xuan, want to see the stars?"

"...Stars?"

"Yes, things you can only see outside the base. Hehe, although your memory contains knowledge about stars, that is not something knowledge alone can describe. You must see them with your own eyes to understand their beauty... Come on, I'll take you to see the stars."

Chu Xuan looked up at the sky. Stars... indeed, they were not something knowledge could describe. The sprawling expanse of stars was stunningly beautiful. Every time he gazed at the star-filled sky, he felt a portion of his stored knowledge about stars vanish, replaced instead by this beauty that language failed to capture.

A pale hand slowly appeared near Chu Xuan's neck. But the instant the hand touched him, Chu Xuan’s eyes shifted, and he violently flipped over backward, his heavy pistol firing continuously. By the time he landed after the rotation, the pale woman standing behind him had been blasted to dust—no, not even fragments remained.

If Zheng Zha and Zhao Yingkong were present, they would be astonished to see that Chu Xuan was currently in the unlocked state of his Gene Lock. Judging by his fluid movements, the degree to which he had unlocked it was absolutely no less than either of them, perhaps even closer to Zheng Zha. After he flipped and destroyed the woman behind him, the pistol magazines ejected, and two new magazines dropped directly into the guns from his sleeves.

"Still no Reward Points. Does the hint about 'Seven' mean..." As Chu Xuan pondered, a loud clicking sound erupted all around him. Looking around, pale arms were continuously emerging from the edges of the surrounding rooftops. Dozens, even hundreds, of pale women climbed up from the edges, all of them emitting those clicking sounds as they crawled toward Chu Xuan.

"With every wave killed, the next wave of ghosts becomes stronger... We’ve killed three waves already, so does this one represent the fourth?" Chu Xuan began running in one direction, his pistol constantly firing ahead. By the time the bullets were exhausted, all the pale women in front of him had vanished into smoke. He shook his hands, reloaded his pistols, and then turned to fire upon the pale women behind him...

"Hehe, Chu Xuan, how does it feel to leave the base for the first time?"

"...Very dark."

"Haha, it's certainly dark compared to inside the base. Come on, there's a patch of grass nearby. Let's lie down there and watch the stars."

An old man held a little boy's hand, talking as they walked. The little boy's expression remained detached; even though the old man tried to engage him with sporadic conversation, the boy remained placid, unwilling to answer. It was only when the old man brought him to lie down on the grass that the little boy's eyes lit up as he gazed at the star-filled sky above.

"Haha, beautiful, isn't it? There are no lights here, so you can easily see the starry sky. In the city, such a sky is virtually invisible to the naked eye..." The elder kept talking to Chu Xuan, but the boy watched the sky silently. After talking for a while, the elder suddenly fell silent. After a long pause, he continued, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I thought someone born knowing everything, feeling no pain, with an infinitely resilient spirit, would be the new super-human, but..."

"Ordinary people make many mistakes, yet they know how to constantly correct them, how to adapt to the world, how to make themselves better. Although they are very weak at the start, and make all sorts of errors, as long as the desire to improve remains, as long as ordinary people keep living, that progress is limitless. Moreover, they have desires—the desire for money, for procreation, for dominance, for salvation, for survival... Ugh, I was wrong. By stripping you of all desire, I left you with no reason to live. I was wrong..." The white-haired elder hugged the little boy and began to weep hysterically. The little boy reached out and touched the elder's tears. A slight moisture seemed to gather in his own eyes, but those tears could never flow out...