"The seven days are up! Get lost!" The door swung open on its own, light flooding in, blinding to the eyes. Feng Lin squinted slightly as he slowly stepped out. Unbeknownst to him, seven days had passed, yet it felt like a lifetime. "Offending the head steward and only getting seven days of confinement—you got off easy!" "Go back and behave, or else you'll regret it!" "Too arrogant for your own good. Next time, it won't be this cheap!" ... The enforcement team shoved Feng Lin hard, cursing under their breath, utterly disgusted by this reckless fool who had defied family rules and clashed with the head steward. Feng Lin cast them a cold glance, couldn't be bothered to respond, and walked away. "Brother, brother, you're back!" As soon as he stepped through the door, his younger brother Feng Cheng and sister Feng Xin rushed over, acting as if they hadn't seen him in ages and missed him dearly. "Brother, where have you been all these days?" "Do you still have any中级营养液? The低级营养液 tastes awful and smells bad too!" The two kids clung to Feng Lin like koalas, chattering nonstop in his ears, their faces full of greed. "You two little gluttons! I was working a side job—otherwise, where would I get the money to buy you中级营养液?" Seeing the two little ones, Feng Lin's stern face broke into a smile. He remembered Feng Lang's warning and was careful not to let anything slip. Then Feng Lin pulled out two bottles of中级营养液, specifically telling them not to drink too much, afraid they'd guzzle it all down at once and end up with too many nutrients—that wouldn't be good! "Awesome!" The moment they saw the中级营养液, the two kids' eyes lit up, pouncing on it like kittens lapping it up. Watching their satisfied, blissful expressions, Feng Lin wondered if they'd even heard what he said. Feng Lin shook his head, thought for a moment, then took out the remaining中级营养液 and stored it all in the fridge. These were all looted from Klot and the others, costing him nothing. For someone with a vitality of 3.3,中级营养液 had very little nutritional value, tasted mediocre, and couldn't aid cultivation—like chicken ribs, neither here nor there. But for his parents and younger siblings, ordinary people, it was still a tonic. Leaving it for them was just right. In the end, the younger siblings overindulged and were back in bed, drowsy, by noon. Their parents had already gone to work. The dim room was so cramped that staying in it too long felt suffocating. Feng Lin took a shower and headed out, as usual, to a secluded corner of the park where no one bothered him. He began to think quietly: what should he do next? For a moment, he had no clue. This family was practically a deformed product of the interstellar era. To cope with the overly dangerous space environment and social pressures, clansmen banded together, which certainly boosted competitiveness, but it was far too harsh on the lower-ranking members. For Feng Lin now, the family was a giant cage, limiting his growth. A tree that moves dies; a person who moves thrives. He had to break away from the family as soon as possible to gain enough freedom and time to strengthen himself. But he had no money now, so he needed a side job to earn cash quickly and buy plenty of cultivation resources. With enough nutrients and the gene equation to assist, he could rapidly enhance and allocate his genes without any cultivation bottlenecks, speeding straight to maxed-out genes—maybe even becoming an interstellar cultivator. Feng Lin's mind was calm, his thoughts growing clearer. The family's surveillance was tight, like an inescapable net, not even a fly could slip out. The chip had also been tampered with. Originally, Feng Lin had no chance at all, but now that Feng Lang had given him an option, there was plenty of room to maneuver. But exactly how to do it required a meticulous escape plan. After thinking for a while, Feng Lin sorted out everything from start to finish and finally came up with a strategy. In short: first, pretend nothing's wrong to lull the family's attention; then, find a job that pays; finally, crack the password and leave, returning only when he's strong enough. The New Year's family ranking competition was only a month and a half away. Time was tight. In such a short period, he had to earn enough money—a lot of money, a whole lot of money! Exactly how much he needed to break through and become an interstellar cultivator, Feng Lin couldn't estimate yet. He only knew the more, the better—one million, three million, or ten million? Earning that many star coins in such a short time would be a pipe dream for anyone else. But Feng Lin couldn't afford to worry about that, because it was something he had to achieve—no turning back. So the question was: what kind of job should he take? Feng Lin used his identity chip to connect to the interstellar network and started searching nonstop. Movie stars, virtual game pro players, interstellar influencers... he skimmed through all these famous money-making careers. None of them could be achieved in a short time, and Feng Lin hadn't shown any talent in those areas. No matter how good the idea, it had to match reality—otherwise, it was just wishful thinking! Feng Lin was still a student, knowing nothing except cultivation and theoretical knowledge. That was awkward... He unconsciously fiddled with a square black chip, frowning in thought. Huh? Feng Lin's gaze suddenly locked onto the chip—wasn't this a gene scholar's research notes? How could I have forgotten about this? A gene master was one of the top-tier professions in the interstellar realm, far more lucrative than any star, pro gamer, or influencer. Anything made by a gene master's own hands was priceless. Take a tiny bottle of life potion, for example—the difference between machine synthesis and a gene master's concoction was tenfold. Not to mention that, with the right materials, even a gene scholar could brew life potions without needing a gene master's personal touch. If a true gene master got involved, what then? The hidden benefits were unimaginable. Feng Lin laughed bitterly at himself—he'd been riding a donkey looking for a donkey, sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it, searching everywhere for riches! With his knowledge of Earth's mythology and the existence of the gene equation, Feng Lin was confident in his talent in the gene master field. Plus, with a gene scholar's research notes, becoming a gene master was undoubtedly the most suitable career for him right now. But he wasn't even a gene scholar yet, let alone a gene master, and he had no money to buy equipment or materials to brew potions. So he needed to find an internship in the gene master field—one that would let him earn money while learning systematic knowledge and building a foundation. Once he became a gene master, his cultivation resources would be fully self-sufficient. Whatever he lacked, he could brew himself, no longer constrained by money. Thinking this, Feng Lin grew excited. With the right direction, the search scope narrowed significantly, and soon he found a job posting. "Giant Pharmaceuticals!"