Yan Anqing did not care how outsiders discussed him.
After publishing his paper on Fuxi Cells, he had been promoted to Level 6 Researcher, and the benefits he received were even better than those of many Level 5 Researchers.
The latest experimental equipment, priority in selecting assistants with the strongest foundational knowledge, and even priority access to "Golden-Eyed One experimental materials."
However, thanks to Ma Ran's voluntary dedication, that privilege, which made countless colleagues green with envy, was dispensable to Yan Anqing.
At the Secret Base, Yan Anqing did not suffer much from becoming famous.
Although people looked at him with burning eyes wherever he went, few dared to come over and disturb him.
Everyone was quite self-aware.
That day, with Ma Ran's cooperation, Yan Anqing had just finished preparing temporary cell smears and was about to photograph and modify them when his field of vision suddenly changed.
The Little Panda, which had been silent for so long, slowly squeezed in from the edge of his vision and leisurely blew out a string of text bubbles.
"Congratulations, player, on obtaining a new achievement—Luck Infusion."
"The positive luck of more than a billion people has become linked to you. If this were the Divine Plane, you, born in the wrong era, could use this alone to ignite divine fire, construct a godhead, and successfully ascend to godhood."
"Main Quest 2 current completion progress: 6/10."
A trace of astonishment appeared on Yan Anqing's face when he saw the prompt.
All signs indicated that the higher-ups had recently attached great importance to him and had even spared no effort in using official channels to promote him, but he had never imagined that this could earn him an achievement as well!
Luck.
The word set Yan Anqing thinking.
Some people were born lucky. They could casually buy a lottery ticket and win five million, having every wish fulfilled and everything go their way. Others, however, suffered one streak of bad luck after another and could choke to death while drinking water.
With current scientific development, it was difficult to explain something as unobservable as "luck."
By his understanding, so-called "luck" might be an integrated manifestation of the collective consciousness of all species on Earth.
Western scholars called it the "Gaia Consciousness."
Eastern scholars called it the "Wa Huang Will."
However, this was merely speculation, passed around only by amateur researchers in various countries. No experiment had ever been able to prove it.
The appearance of this achievement probably meant...
His own "fortune" would become stronger?
Shaking his head, Yan Anqing gathered his thoughts and suppressed the chaos in his mind.
"What is it?"
Seeing the change in Yan Anqing's expression and movements, Ma Ran's heart skipped a beat.
The Crimson Moon, golden eyes, Fuxi Cells—these were all supernatural phenomena that had never appeared in Earth's history.
Though he constantly hypnotized himself into believing that this was the greatest stroke of luck and an opportunity to rise above others, there was always the chance that something might go wrong...
Was the golden-eye phenomenon, which could make lab mice undergo super evolution, truly a good thing when it happened to humans?
Could some sort of grotesque mutation occur and turn him into something inhuman?
To gain extraordinary power, Ma Ran could accept side effects such as hair loss and baldness, but he could not accept becoming a hideous, revolting monster.
This was a matter of principle!
"Don't worry."
Yan Anqing smiled. "The experiment has merely made progress."
Practice made perfect. With the help of his cheat, Yan Anqing's research progress on Fuxi Cells was hundreds of times faster than that of other scientists.
It had nothing to do with his knowledge base or scientific experience—Yan Anqing had more experimental samples, and deducing the process directly from the results reduced the difficulty countless times over.
The scholars of the Yaoguang Section, Tangting Section, and Mojuke all had to go through ten days or half a month of procedures just to apply for a Golden-Eyed One to cooperate with their experiments, and they faced countless competitors.
How could they compare to Yan Anqing, who could modify cells and open a back door for himself so conveniently?
From Number One to Number Nine Fuxi Cells, a complete sequence had now been established.
Mice, rabbits, cats, dogs, snakes...
There were specialized cells suited to all kinds of animals.
Other than the unfortunate lab mice, the other animal experiments had not suffered the painful losses of the initial trials. Most succeeded on their first attempt!
After all, Fuxi Cells had been created with cells from other animals as templates. Their chromosomes contained nonhuman genetic fragments, so they were unsuitable for humans.
He needed to modify super energy-producing cells suitable for humans!
However, without a suitable reason, Yan Anqing had never carried out human cell modification.
Ma Ran was the perfect excuse!
The experiment...
Had begun.
The essential difficulty of modifying superpower cells suitable for humans was about the same as it was for small animals. All he needed to do was create a "Superpower Cavity" structure.
So there was no difficulty at all.
Mitochondrial staining, structural modification!
It was completed in one smooth motion!
Expressionless, Yan Anqing archived the photograph of the modified cells, then immediately injected them back into Ma Ran's body.
"Dr. Yan... what did you just inject me with?"
Ma Ran touched the needle mark on his wrist and asked cautiously.
"A tracking method."
Yan Anqing gave him a bland glance and solemnly spouted nonsense. "There are indeed signs that cells resembling superpower cells are emerging in your body. That can now be confirmed."
Ma Ran froze upon hearing that, then an ecstatic expression immediately appeared on his face.
He abruptly stood up and paced back and forth through the laboratory.
After walking seven laps, divine radiance shone in his bright golden eyes, and his face was flushed with health. "No wonder! I really do feel much more energetic than before! I feel incredibly comfortable all over."
He felt as if every limb and bone in his body were brimming with inexhaustible strength.
Yan Anqing offered no response.
It had nothing to do with the superpower cells. It was merely Ma Ran's psychological effect.
In medicine, this was called the "placebo effect."
Many patients who sought medical treatment did not actually have any illness, or had merely contracted minor ailments that could heal naturally through the body's immune system.
Doctors often prescribed such patients pills that looked like medicine but were actually mixtures of glucose and starch fillers.
After taking the medicine, many people immediately felt that their physical condition had improved and that their illness had been cured.
In truth, even real medicine needed time to be digested and absorbed. How could it work so quickly?
Ma Ran's current reaction was purely based on his trust in Yan Anqing—or rather, his trust in science.
"According to my calculations, there are no more than five superpower cells in your body."
Yan Anqing fiddled with various impressively sophisticated research instruments. A moment later, he poured cold water on Ma Ran's enthusiasm. "The division rate of superpower cells is roughly one-third that of lab mice. We need to find out why the superpower cells in your body proliferate so slowly."
Ma Ran, who often read webnovels, instantly imagined many possibilities when he heard that.
Perhaps...
His "talent" and "spiritual roots" were even inferior to a mouse's.
Ma Ran had a good mindset and did not take the matter too seriously.
At the very least, he was still a Golden-Eyed One!
Something was better than nothing.
"Superpower cells... that doesn't sound very impressive. Why not call them Fuxi Cells?" Ma Ran could not help muttering.
Yan Anqing replied calmly, "Superpower cells extracted from lab mice and other animals are collectively called Fuxi Cells and are distinguished by serial number. I have not truly extracted human superpower cells yet, so I do not have the right to name them."
In reality, he was merely controlling the pace of the experiment.
Yet upon hearing this, Ma Ran's expression turned solemn as he said seriously, "I will cooperate as much as I can!"
As time passed, some online keyboard warriors had begun searching for Yan Anqing's flaws.
Claims that his reputation exceeded his actual ability gradually grew louder.
Some people with red-eyed sickness simply could not stand seeing others do well.
As Yan Anqing's diehard fan, Ma Ran wanted more than anyone for this godlike man to produce new results quickly and slap those trolls hard across the face!
Best of all, when the era of universal cultivation arrived, only those trolls would remain unchanged!
Of course, this was merely Ma Ran's indignant fantasy as an obsessive fan.
Was Yan Anqing really that petty?
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