Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The Wind-Thunder Wings flapped incessantly, stirring up gales and thunderclaps with an awe-inspiring momentum. Within the cramped glass chamber, wind and thunder churned violently, a tornado of lightning engulfing the test subject until his form was no longer visible. "This person has awakened! As expected of an ancient divine medicine—such miraculous effects!" "If we can crack this technology, it will revolutionize the entire field of gene potions. We're rich, we're rich—Giant Pharmaceutical is about to hit the jackpot!" "Hurry, what are you waiting for? Start analyzing the new data on this lab rat!" ... The scene in the R&D department erupted in uproar. Feng Lin was stunned as he watched. An ordinary person, after consuming an ancient divine medicine, could actually grow Wind-Thunder Wings. This was beyond imagination, defying the very theories of mythical genetics. No wonder Luke of the Mars Revolutionary Army was so hostile and wary of Giant Pharmaceutical. They had truly discovered the possibility of gene potions being used on ordinary people, though they couldn't yet replicate the technology. Boom! Suddenly, a sharp sound of glass shattering. Feng Lin looked over in shock, seeing the hardened glass of the chamber—tough as alloy—completely broken, shards scattering across the floor. A gale swept through, revealing a tall, slender man standing in place. His muscles were streamlined, exuding an aura of dragon-like ferocity and tiger-like sharpness. The man's wings folded together, covering his upper body, obscuring his face. "Damn it! The lab rat has escaped the glass chamber!" "With this energy fluctuation intensity, he might already be a gene cultivator!" "Grab him, don't let him get away—he's our best experimental subject!" ... Caught off guard by the sudden change, the people in the footage shifted from delight to terror. Their words only fueled the mutated subject's fury. The wings spread open, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes. His voice, hoarse and low as if he hadn't spoken in ages, came out through gritted teeth: "I... want... you... dead!" The moment the word "dead" left his lips, he went from stillness to blinding speed in an instant, turning into a blur as he lunged into the crowd like a wolf or tiger. His wing feathers were tough and sharp as blades. As the wings swept through, cold light flashed, sending up a mist of blood. The frail researchers had no means of resistance, suffering heavy casualties. Even more formidable, with each flap of the wings, the forces of wind and thunder were unleashed with devastating power. The mutated test subject vented his strength wildly, throwing the R&D department into chaos—screams and fleeing figures everywhere. Just as Feng Lin thought the mutant would continue his rampage, he saw Frank, the director, shout something in the footage, but no sound came out. This research recording seemed deliberately edited, with that segment muted. Boom! A sound of air being split, and a black figure appeared out of nowhere, moving so fast that even the footage couldn't capture his features. The figure, ghostlike, materialized behind the mutant, grabbing his rapidly flapping wings and tearing them off with brutal force. The mutant howled in pain, turning back, only for infinite terror to flash across his face. The Wind-Thunder Wings were ripped out at the roots, dripping with blood. The black figure vanished in an instant. From appearance to subduing the mutant, it was over in a flash, so fast it felt like an illusion. Only the mutant writhing on the ground proved the figure had been there. Feng Lin's face turned serious instantly. Giant Pharmaceutical was full of hidden secrets, even harboring such a powerful being. Though he couldn't make out the figure's features, its height was clear—over five meters tall, an almost inhuman existence. The R&D staff looked like three-year-olds next to it. The rampaging mutant had been utterly powerless. ... Now, after having his wings torn off, the mutant writhed in agony on the ground, blood gushing from his back, all his former might gone. It seemed his power had vanished with the removal of the wings. The crowd swarmed in, tied the mutant up again, and resumed their experiments. The data on the instruments confirmed this—his stats had plummeted back to ordinary human levels, with nothing special left. Feng Lin wanted to watch more, but the recording ended there, cutting off abruptly. He realized he had just witnessed Giant Pharmaceutical's early days, when they first obtained the ancient divine medicine from a mythical relic, gave it to a person, and awakened them as a gene cultivator. Perhaps this was when Giant Pharmaceutical realized ordinary people could gain superhuman power from gene potions, sparking their long research. Feng Lin rewatched the recording three times, thoroughly understanding every development in the R&D department. After discovering the ancient divine medicine's strange effects, the R&D team immediately began research to replicate the process with gene potions, but all attempts failed. The department was full of talent, proposing various approaches, but none succeeded. After all, the ancient divine medicine was a lost secret from the mythical era, containing the mysteries of ancient cultivation—not something these people could easily crack. But Feng Lin now understood Luke's concerns from the Mars Revolutionary Army. The technology was feasible, and the physical sample existed. All that remained was to replicate it, and the technique could be developed. Though difficult for now, success was only a matter of time. If Giant Pharmaceutical truly had ulterior motives, with its vast power and mastery of such advanced gene-pharmaceutical technology, unchecked ambition could throw the entire solar system into chaos. That was not what Feng Lin wanted. He had only come to learn how to become a gene pharmacist, not to be dragged into such a massive vortex, where one misstep could leave him utterly destroyed. How should he navigate this? Feng Lin pondered deeply, then suddenly had an idea. If he could be the first to crack this ancient pharmaceutical technique, could he steer the R&D department's direction and keep the situation somewhat under his control? He was thoroughly intrigued. But to research it, he needed to start with the ancient divine medicine itself. Just watching the recordings was useless. These recordings were merely the experiences of failures—no matter how many times he watched, he wouldn't find the key to success. What was there to care about? The next day, upon arriving at the R&D department, Feng Lin made a request to his team leader, Aiko. Aiko was taken aback. "What? You want to personally research the ancient divine medicine?" Though the brainwashing had improved his impression of Feng Lin, the fact that Feng Lin claimed to have reviewed all the research recordings in just one day and now wanted to study the ancient divine medicine himself was hard to swallow. No matter how talented, a newcomer was still a newcomer! This ancient divine medicine was the R&D department's biggest secret—not something just anyone could access. "Feng Lin, don't reach for the stars. Take it step by step!" Despite his displeasure, Aiko patiently advised. Seeing this stern, gloomy man treat him so well, Feng Lin chuckled inwardly, marveling at the power of brainwashing. Changing someone's mindset gradually through mental hypnosis was clearly effective. Despite Aiko's implicit refusal, Feng Lin stood his ground. "Team leader, I've reviewed all the research recordings and found that the project has yet to make a major breakthrough. The R&D department is full of hidden talents, many of whom are certified gene pharmacists, all better than me. If they can't crack it following their methods, I won't do any better following the same path. So I want to start with the ancient divine medicine and see if I can find a new approach." You're still just a gene scholar, and you want to pioneer a new method or approach? What a joke? Aiko instinctively wanted to refuse. "Agree to it!" A voice from the side interrupted him. Aiko turned and saw Frank, the director, approaching. "Director, you mean..." he said in disbelief. "I think Feng Lin makes a good point!" Frank said with a smile. "Take him to the sealed lab." Aiko was stunned. He hadn't expected Frank to value Feng Lin so highly. Despite his improved impression, a hint of jealousy crept in. If this newcomer made a contribution, wouldn't he soon be on equal footing with him, or even surpass him? No matter how good the impression, anyone who might threaten his position would be met with wariness. But he wisely didn't show it in front of his superior, nodding instead. "Alright." "Follow me!" Aiko said curtly, turning and walking ahead. Feng Lin was puzzled by Aiko's sudden coldness. Had the brainwashing worn off? But after a moment's thought, he understood—it was the trouble of competing interests. This was a fundamental human desire that brainwashing couldn't erase. He didn't dwell on it and followed. As he passed, Frank patted him on the shoulder. "Feng Lin, do your best. I have high hopes for you. If you can truly unlock the secrets of the ancient divine medicine, Giant Pharmaceutical's rewards will far exceed your imagination." Feng Lin nodded. By then, Aiko had reached the deepest corner of the R&D department and said in a low voice, "Optical computer, open the sealed lab." A red light scanned him, and a mechanical voice echoed in the air. "Identity verified. Sealed lab is opening." Feng Lin watched as the metal wall before him slid apart, revealing a vast space. It was a large, purely metallic lab, with seamless walls completely sealed—not even a mosquito could get in. Feng Lin was amazed. Giant Pharmaceutical held so many secrets; only core members could ever know the full extent of their cards. As he stepped inside, he saw a crystal sphere at the center, a complete vacuum inside, with a paste-like substance floating within.