Technology as Brush, the Transcendent as Ink, the World as Paper!

Yan Anqing immediately recognized the other person.

Ma Ran.

One of the three Golden-Eyed Ones he had "brought back."

Interest sparked in an instant.

The guy was a shut-in of earth-shattering proportions—what sudden whim had driven him to seek Yan Anqing out today?

"Um... Dr. Yan."

Remembering the fleeting glimpses he'd caught passing by the lab these past few days—the various biological organs soaking in formalin appearing before his eyes—Ma Ran swallowed hard and said in a dry voice, "You soak in the lab every day. Doesn't it ever make you sick?"

What kind of question was that?

Yan Anqing looked at him with a half-smile, teasingly. "In college, the braised meat shop was right downstairs from the systematic anatomy lab."

"I still vaguely remember back then, plenty of classmates would go buy braised meat to eat right after flipping through Silent Mentor cadavers."

"Maybe that doesn't give you a direct feel for it?"

"Let me put it another way. The muscle fiber tissue of formalin-soaked cadavers is exactly the same color as braised meat."

"People without the right mental fortitude can't study medicine."

"Even knowing you're fragile, cowardly, afraid of blood, you still have to force yourself to adapt."

Hearing this, Ma Ran spontaneously conjured up an image of a group of medical students with pale faces, using all kinds of harsh methods to force themselves to adapt to the environment.

Filled with sudden respect, he straightened up slightly and subtly shifted the topic. "There aren't many girls in medical school, right?"

"Quite the opposite. At least in my year, the male-to-female ratio was about 3:7."

Yan Anqing shook his head. "If you're interested, you can ask Jiang Xinyue."

Respect instantly turned into envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Ma Ran gave a dry laugh and finally got to the point. "Look, I was born under the red flag and grew up in New China. As a Golden-Eyed One, always holed up in the base like a salted fish, just watching anime, chasing webnovels, and playing games every day... I feel a bit guilty about it."

"Oh..."

Yan Anqing's eyes lit up. "What are you getting at?"

He could tell that Ma Ran had been spurred on by the results he'd recently released.

Fuxi Cells with a Superpower Cavity Structure had made it possible for lab mice to become extraordinary.

But human super cells had remained elusive.

Following the objective laws of how things connect, Golden-Eyed Ones should have similar cells inside them too.

Yan Anqing had become famous lately, and Ma Ran trusted him, so he wanted to ask for help in finding the corresponding super cells in his own body.

If Yan Anqing actually managed to research something, Ma Ran could very well become China's first superhuman!

Even a salted-fish shut-in had dreams!

"I want to ask you to study my body."

Ma Ran stated his purpose honestly.

"Understood."

The corners of Yan Anqing's mouth lifted slightly, tracing a beautiful arc.

That image-editing software masquerading as a game truly had heaven-defying functions—it could modify and affect the real world—but its features were very crude, not even as complete as some Photoshop programs.

Even the "Cross-Sectional Mapping" function for analyzing the human body's interior was a reward from completing the Main Quest.

So Yan Anqing couldn't simply Copy Paste and directly transfer "Fuxi Cells" into other people's bodies by modifying photos for further research.

After all, Fuxi Cells were extracted from lab mice, carrying mouse chromosomes and genetic fragments. Directly applying for related human trials would easily produce non-human-shaped aberrations, freaks.

That would shatter his persona.

And Ma Ran's proposal was like a pillow arriving just as he was getting sleepy!

"Scientific progress and development need dedicated talents like you."

Yan Anqing nodded slightly, his gaze burning as he looked at Subject A, solemnly making a promise. "You can rest assured. Without ensuring success through animal live experiments first, I will never act recklessly. At the very least, your safety and health can be guaranteed."

Typical polite and perfunctory words.

The naive shut-in just blinked his golden eyes, speaking with the tone of a die-hard fan to their idol. "I trust you!"

"Go back and rest first. See you tomorrow morning at the Mojuke lab."

Yan Anqing said this.

Early morning, in the cafeteria.

Zhang Xiaoyue poked at the preserved egg and lean pork congee in her bowl, having no appetite at all.

Her attention was fixed on the phone screen in her left hand.

The headline read: "Fuxi Cells—Scientist Yan Anqing's Epoch-Discovery."

Today, major websites were flooded with similar headlines.

Looking around, discussions about "Superpower Cavity," "Fuxi Cells," and "Golden-Eyed One" were everywhere.

China's netizens were utterly ecstatic, each one brimming with anticipation for the future.

The experimental reports used in the news had been simplified, devoid of overly arcane or obscure technical jargon—at least, people could grasp their significance!

Or rather, the writers of these news articles deliberately guided readers to a conclusion: the discovery of Fuxi Cells was akin to the invention and perfection of the steam engine and internal combustion engine during the Industrial Revolution—a new era where Greatness Returns to the Individual was about to dawn!

Many regarded Fuxi Cells as the prelude to a new age.

Fifty times the efficiency in bio-energy storage, conversion speed, and output power!

If this technology could be applied to humans...

Then heroes who Leap over Walls and Run on Rooftops would no longer be confined to text and the 2D world.

In the comment sections of major news sites, a few people occasionally tried to stand out by spewing random criticism at Yan Anqing, but these trolls were swiftly sanctioned by righteous netizens.

Weibo's trending list number one became "Fuxi Cells - Yan Anqing."

Number two was "Superpower Cavity - Yan Anqing."

Zhang Xiaoyue, at least a top-tier writer on Green River Literature Network, possessed logic and thinking skills slightly above average, quickly deducing the essence behind the surface of events.

"Headlines, trending topics, news, CCTV, major forums... The country is propping up Yan Anqing, building momentum for him!"

The century egg and lean meat congee in her bowl had nearly congealed into jelly, yet Zhang Xiaoyue still had no appetite.

She simply couldn't figure out why the higher-ups would do such a thing.

Elevating the social status of scientific researchers?

That explanation barely held water, but she felt she was missing something.

After racking her brains to no avail, Zhang Xiaoyue finally decided to stop overthinking and gulped down the century egg and lean meat congee.

Suddenly, a girl's voice, brimming with chuunibyou energy, rang in her ears.

"He will forge a new era."

It was a golden-eyed girl, about 1.5 meters tall, wearing a pink bunny pajama set.

She blinked her watery eyes and spoke in a tone almost like a chant: "With technology as the brush, the supernatural as ink, and the world as paper. What kind of future will Yan Anqing write? This Meow is quite looking forward to it!"

Feeling the gazes converging from all directions, Zhang Xiaoyue quickly covered the little girl's mouth, who was in the terminal stage of chuunibyou.

"Let go! Wuwu! Villain! When I become an Essence Devouring Beast, I'll... I'll make you squat in a dark room and write every day, and if you don't write, you won't eat!"

The wildly struggling girl was named Miaomiao.

Not a pseudonym—that's exactly what it said on her ID card...

From the name, one could tell she had carefree parents, and Zhang Xiaoyue wasn't at all surprised they'd raised a daughter with this personality.

Miaomiao, Ma Ran, and Zhang Xiaoyue were the three people Yan Anqing had captured during his first field mission.

Sharing the same plight and similar interests, the three Golden-Eyed Ones quickly became friends.

"Meow Meow, what do you think this 'Star Scientist' game is about? Are the higher-ups' brains too big?"

Zhang Xiaoyue looked at Miaomiao and let out a soft sigh.

She felt the world was becoming more and more unfamiliar.

"There actually is... Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne, aren't they?"

Miaomiao snorted twice, citing Iron Man and Batman as examples: "I heard recently that a guy named Shang Yin's pupils turned silver, and his white hair turned black, reversing aging—this must be Great God Yan's secret research achievement!"

She pointed at her flat chest and said, "We, right here, are at the forefront of the world's upheaval!"

"Yan Anqing is like someone who can create a lifebuoy out of thin air with his bare hands!"

Zhang Xiaoyue curled her lip.

Shang Yin was originally a young man, okay!

Reversing aging? What a joke...

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