Every myth is a path to godhood!
This is the core theory of Mythological Genetics.
In the interstellar era, the heritage of myths has been lost. Feng Lin comes from the past, and those lost myths are not unfamiliar to him.
His vitality is now 0.4, though it hasn't yet reached the average human standard of 1 in this era.
But the physical fitness of ancient Earthlings, by interstellar standards, was only 0.1.
In other words, even though his current body is considered the weakest in his class, it's four times stronger than his original Earth body.
The increase in vitality brings a comprehensive leap in physical attributes like memory, strength, and speed.
Those myths he once saw on Earth, perhaps forgotten in the corners of his memory, now surface in his mind with just a little thought.
Countless myths of ancient peoples record the secrets of Earth's ancient civilization.
Feng Lin feels as if he has grasped countless paths to godhood.
Myths only point the way; the specifics still require step-by-step exploration.
Countless thoughts flood Feng Lin's mind as he leaves the school gate and boards a maglev train to go home.
Towering buildings thousands of stories high stand on the earth like pillars piercing the sky. Flying cars with blazing tails streak through the air like meteors. Intelligent robots move through every corner of the city...
This is an unprecedented great era.
Conquering the stars, infinite future, everything is possible!
...
Even though he has inherited the memories of the original body, seeing it with his own eyes is still incredibly震撼.
The maglev train is extremely fast, exceeding speeds of three thousand kilometers per hour.
He arrives home in ten minutes.
Feng's Tower!
A silver building made entirely of metal stands before him, hundreds of meters tall, like a small mountain, very majestic.
Feng Lin frowns, and some uncomfortable memories involuntarily surface in his mind.
He gets off and walks inside. A red light sweeps down, scanning him inside and out, leaving no secrets.
"Chip scan complete, identity confirmed! Feng Clan Level 9 member, Feng Lin. ..." The door opens silently.
Feng Lin steps into a spacious hall.
Elevators quickly ascend to higher floors.
There, the decorations are lavish—swimming pools, training rooms, massage rooms... everything you could want, the ultimate in earthly pleasures. Beautiful women in maid uniforms move through the space; it's practically the treatment of a feudal palace.
Feng Lin glances at it and then looks away, turning toward a remote corner where an old, worn-out elevator leads to the basement.
Around him, spirited young people walk past, heading toward the upper floors of the building. From start to finish, no one speaks a word to Feng Lin or even gives him a second glance.
And these are all his clansmen.
The interstellar era is an unprecedented great era.
The stars are infinite, the universe is infinite.
Here, there is infinite freedom, but also endless terror.
The universe is so dark and cold, devouring everything in its path. Terrifying interstellar beasts, brutal alien lifeforms... each one could swallow a human whole, leaving nothing behind.
The vast universe follows the law of the dark forest: survival of the fittest, the strong prevail.
It's not just a struggle between races; the interstellar human population has reached trillions upon trillions, and the competition is incredibly fierce.
Only true强者 can pursue the freedom of will.
The weak can only huddle together for warmth to barely preserve themselves.
The ancient social structure of the clan has been revitalized.
And the solar system, the origin of humanity, after ten thousand years of development, has had its resources nearly exhausted. It has become a notorious chaotic star region in the galaxy, with backward technology, chaotic order, and laws that exist in name only.
Interstellar minor clans often band together to survive, their internal structure resembling an ant colony's communal living, with strict, clearly defined hierarchies. A clan is like a small society, where each member, based on talent, ability, cultivation level, etc., has their own role. Some are silently hardworking worker ants, some are soldier ants defending the clan's interests, and others are the ant king and queen, holding supreme power and formidable abilities...
The Feng Clan is one such minor interstellar clan, utterly insignificant on a galactic scale, but on Earth, it's a behemoth. Geniuses emerge in every generation, the lineage continues unbroken, and among the younger generation, true interstellar cultivators appear in an endless stream.
The entire clan lives in a metal skyscraper called "Feng's Tower." Members are ranked from 1 to 9, from highest to lowest.
Level 9 is the lowest rank, while Level 1 is the highest.
Those with outstanding talent are upper-class members, living at the top, enjoying imperial treatment. They don't need to strive; they receive a continuous supply of cultivation resources from the clan. They are truly favored by heaven.
But those with mediocre talent have it rough. They live in the harshest environments, have little chance of attending university after high school, and can only obey the clan's assignments to work hard. The products of their daily labor are contributed to the clan for free, and they receive only a symbolic meager income to support their families.
The key is that no one thinks of leaving. The outside environment is too harsh. Without the clan, it's impossible to get by. Without sufficient strength, you can't even ensure your own safety, let alone make money to support a family.
Staying in the clan is hard, but you're also protected by it, with your life secure.
The clan's purpose in doing this is to pool all its resources to nurture a true genius, send them into the interstellar realm, make them a high-ranking human, and earn the clan a higher status.
It's not just the Feng Clan doing this; it's a true reflection of countless small human clans on Earth and throughout the galaxy.
Feng Lin is already a senior in high school. He's physically weak, with a vitality of only 0.4, not even reaching 1. As a lowliest Level 9 member, such an opportunity clearly won't come to him.
So, his residence is the basement...
Of course, calling it a basement is a bit misleading. It's actually a vast underground space, equipped with various facilities—small shopping malls, convenience stores, restaurants... everything you need. Underground tunnels connect to all directions, forming a small community that can house several thousand people.
Interstellar technology is advanced, and the population has exploded. The small Earth now has over 268 billion people.
Buildings on the surface are getting taller and taller, while also extending deeper underground.
Although these underground spaces have artificial suns to provide daily light, they can't compare to natural sunlight.
These underground communities are where the lower-class members live. The high and mighty upper-class members never come here.
Feng Lin takes an elevator down, then follows an underground tunnel toward his home. People pass by from time to time, silent, the atmosphere a bit oppressive, their expressions numb.
These are the lowest-level members of the Feng Clan.
The former Feng Lin was one of them.
A strong sense of discomfort wells up in his heart.
These people work hard, but the fruits of their labor must be handed over to the clan. They only receive a meager salary. Over time, their hearts become deeply压抑.
This is exploitation, naked class exploitation.
Feng Lin finds it hard to believe that such a brutal scene exists even in the interstellar era.
Sure enough, wherever there are classes, there is exploitation.
Heaven and hell have never been far apart.
Even within the same clan, people are divided into different grades.
I must break free from this predicament!
Feng Lin thinks to himself.
He is not a man content with mediocrity.
Having lived two lives, if he doesn't live a little brilliantly, wouldn't that be too shameful for a transmigrator?
He swipes his identity chip at the door of a shabby underground room. The old metal door opens automatically, revealing a cramped room of about sixty square meters.
A middle-aged couple is busy inside, their faces etched with wrinkles from endless toil and hardship, full of sorrow.
"Back?" They look up when they see Feng Lin, say a few words flatly, then bury their heads back in their work.
Feng Lin doesn't mind. These are his parents in this life.
On the table are five bottles of bland, tasteless liquid. That's dinner for the day.
This low-grade nutrient fluid is mass-produced through industrial synthesis. It can barely supply a day's nutrition, but it's bland and tasteless, like water, with little flavor.
Truly natural food is incredibly expensive, far beyond what Feng Lin's family can afford.
"Big brother!" Two small, thin figures rush over. These are Feng Lin's twin younger siblings, Feng Cheng and Feng Xin. They're seven years old and have always been the most clingy to their brother.
Having inherited all the memories of the original owner, Feng Lin also inherits his emotions. Looking at his younger brother and sister, who are thin from malnutrition, a faint warmth rises in his heart.
In his past life, he was an only child. He never expected to have a younger brother and sister in this world.
"Let's eat!" his usually silent father says flatly.
The family was already poor, and raising Feng Lin alone was a struggle. With two more mouths to feed, his parents have worn a permanent, unshakable look of hardship on their faces.
Slowly sipping the bland, watery low-grade nutrient fluid, the family eats in silence.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a new projection pops up.
An old man with a stern face stands before them, looking down on the family from above.
He doesn't spare Feng Lin's parents a second glance. His sinister eyes, like a hawk looking down on its prey, fix on Feng Lin. "Feng Lin, as a Level 9 member of the Feng Clan, you're about to graduate, but your vitality is only 0.4. There's no chance of you becoming a cultivator. The clan will assign you to work in the clan's energy factory. In a month, you'll start your internship. Since you can't possibly get into university, the clan has raised you, and according to clan law, you must start contributing to the clan early. Seventy percent of your wages will go to the clan, and you keep thirty percent..."
From start to finish, he doesn't ask for Feng Lin or his parents' opinion. It's just a notification, with no room for argument.
After speaking, the projection disappears instantly.
The atmosphere in the room becomes even heavier, deathly still. Feng Cheng and Feng Xin look at each other, not daring to breathe.
Feng Lin's parents' faces grow even more bitter. They let out a deep sigh but say nothing.
They've long been used to this. They've forgotten how to resist.
Born into the clan, die in the clan. It's been this way for generations.
In the interstellar era, lacking genetic talent is the greatest original sin!
To escape this ordinary fate, one must display astonishing talent to gain the clan's attention, break through class restrictions, and become an upper-class member.
Faced with their son's impending miserable fate, they are powerless to change anything. They can only say to their young twins, "You must work hard and awaken powerful mythological genes. Only then can you gain the clan's attention, become interstellar cultivators, and escape a fate like your brother's!"
The fate that has remained unchanged for generations presses down on the family like a mountain, making it hard for them to breathe.
Feng Lin stands still, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes already filled with determination.
Such a fate...
He doesn't want it!
As the eldest son, he has a small, cramped, dim room that's more like a storage closet.
He sits cross-legged on the bed, breathing in and out, beginning to practice the entry-level genetic martial art, the Genetic Breathing Method.
This is a low-level martial art with no rank. Through breathing, it adjusts the body from external to internal respiration, honing genetic instincts.
Though his heart is filled with anger, Feng Lin gradually calms his mind. His breathing weakens until it's almost nonexistent, with only the occasional long, rhythmic exhale from his mouth and nose showing he's still alive.
Gradually, he feels a warm current surging from deep within his body, seeping into his meridians, flesh, every cell, cell nucleus, and genes.
Just then, his body trembles. A strange tremor deep in his genes, a mysterious, unknown cool energy surges out, instantly growing and flooding over him like a tide.
Feng Lin's vision blurs. In the dark, silent void, a transparent figure stands there, with countless shimmering dots on it, like a sky full of stars, shining brightly.
The face of that figure is exactly the same as his.
Mysterious information emerges.
"Name: Feng Lin Vitality: 0.4 Ape Gene: 2 Stone Fetus Gene: 1 Genetic Potential: 1468%"