"Listen up, everyone. This is Feng Lin, a newly recruited genius genetic scholar at our company. He's now a member of your research team! Don't let his age fool you—Feng Lin has an extraordinary understanding of mythological knowledge and a wealth of genetic theory. You must collaborate well. Once we crack the current research hurdle, the company has decided to award 1 billion star coins as a bonus for all of you..."
Seeing Feng Lin personally agree to stay, Supervisor Frank was in high spirits. To show how much he valued Feng Lin, he personally introduced him to the R&D department and solemnly announced a massive incentive.
"Long live the supervisor, so generous!" "I can't wait to break through this project!" "1 billion star coins! That's 1 billion! Even split among everyone, it could buy the most luxurious villa on the extravagant resort planet Pluto!" ...
Cheers erupted throughout the R&D department, everyone brimming with double the motivation.
As for Feng Lin? Sorry, no one paid him any attention. He was just a newcomer—nothing worth caring about. Besides, he'd just offended the research team's leader, who was known to be petty.
They could already envision Feng Lin's impending misfortune, likely getting kicked out by the leader soon.
Of course, Feng Lin didn't care about their opinions either, silently pondering. Cracking the research project, and they'd offer 1 billion star coins as a bonus? That was absurdly generous—what kind of project held such immense value?
Feng Lin was a bit surprised, but more so excited. Such a project would be highly technical, undoubtedly containing profound genetic knowledge. Being part of it and overcoming the technical challenges would be a tremendous growth opportunity, yielding significant rewards. It would also smooth his path toward becoming a true geneticist.
Feng Lin felt fortunate he'd agreed to Supervisor Frank's offer. Otherwise, he couldn't escape the penalty fee and might end up like other intern genetic scholars, mechanically mixing potions day in and day out. Time-consuming, exhausting, and offering little learning—nothing but a monthly 50,000 star coins. But if he were only after money, why come here? He could make more by hunting monsters in the virtual universe for genes, synthesizing high-level gene modules to sell.
Knowledge is priceless! Geneticist knowledge is the most priceless of all—that's what Feng Lin truly valued.
"Aiko, Feng Lin is now under your command. He has unique insights into mythological knowledge and genetic theory—make good use of his talents!" Supervisor Frank personally led Feng Lin to the project leader, the sinister-eyed Aiko, and solemnly instructed.
"Of course! Rest assured, Supervisor, I'll take good care of Feng Lin." Aiko smirked ambiguously, emphasizing the word "care."
Feng Lin's heart sank—this man had ill intentions.
"Good!" Supervisor Frank, without overthinking, nodded and left.
"From today, you're our team member! You'd better work hard. Our R&D department is the core of Giant Pharmaceuticals—we don't keep slackers. If I catch you loafing, I'll deduct your bonus and salary down to nothing!" As soon as Supervisor Frank left, Aiko turned back, staring coldly at Feng Lin, his smile vanishing into a harsh expression.
"I will," Feng Lin replied calmly, indifferent.
Clearly, his earlier opposition to human experimentation had deeply offended this man.
But Feng Lin knew that as long as he didn't slip up, this guy couldn't do much to him. After all, he was just a project leader, not the R&D supervisor—he could make things difficult but couldn't control an employee's fate.
Seeing Feng Lin unfazed, Aiko narrowed his eyes, flashing a snake-like glint. "Good, seems you're confident. Then start working now!"
Feng Lin spread his hands. "If I'm to start, at least tell me what the research project is, right?"
Aiko grinned maliciously. "The project? Simple—it's to develop a gene potion that ordinary people can take, enhancing their vitality!"
Feng Lin's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "That's impossible!"
Gene potions are rich in spiritual matter with immense energy; an ordinary person's body can't withstand them. Drinking one outright would cause an explosion! An explosion, literally! Even life potions, a grade-less gene potion, require heavy dilution for ordinary people, let alone real gene potions.
His first instinct was that Aiko was messing with him.
"Why impossible?" Aiko sneered, sending a project report to Feng Lin's chip.
Feng Lin opened it and saw it was real—truly real! Giant Pharmaceuticals was genuinely researching a gene potion for ordinary people. If successful, it would be a monumental discovery shaking the entire interstellar community. The patents alone would sell for how much? Ten billion? A hundred billion? A trillion?... No, it was utterly incalculable.
No wonder Supervisor Frank dared to offer 1 billion star coins as a bonus—it wasn't excessive at all.
Seeing Feng Lin dumbfounded, Aiko sneered beside him. "Ignorant fool. Just because you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist! According to archaeological finds from ancient ruins, the mythical era had miraculous drugs that people could take, transforming them and instantly evolving to higher levels, giving rise to legends like 'ascending to heaven in broad daylight' or 'chickens and dogs rising to immortality.' What we're doing now is recreating that great technology to benefit all humanity. What's a little human experimentation? They're contributing to humanity! Those human wastes are being put to good use—it's the greatest gift for them. Kid, your questioning of our R&D methods today has already displeased me. I hope you'll be more sensible from now on, or don't blame me for being harsh!"
Feng Lin remained silent. Aiko was the project's overseer; there was no point in arguing with him out of pride and landing himself in trouble. Having lived two lives, Feng Lin's mental age wasn't as naive as his face suggested, so he swallowed his anger.
After warning Feng Lin, Aiko walked to an empty lab bench, grabbed a gene potion formula, and said coldly, "This is your station! I'm giving you one day to produce an improved formula for this adrenaline potion. It's crucial to our project. Fail, and I'll deduct your wages. And one more warning—Giant Pharmaceuticals' R&D doesn't keep slackers. Don't think you can bluff your way through! Or else, heh heh..."
He chuckled darkly and walked away.
Feng Lin's face darkened as he stared at the adrenaline potion formula in his hands, caught in a dilemma. This was a huge problem... Improving a gene potion formula? Wasn't that a geneticist's job? He was just a genetic scholar—this was practically setting him up to fail!