The Will of Earth, Gaia, and Empress Wa

Yan Anqing did not care what outsiders were saying.

After publishing his paper on Fuxi cells, his rank was elevated to Level 6 Researcher, yet his benefits and treatment surpassed even those of many Level 5 Researchers.

He had first pick of the latest experimental equipment and the most knowledgeable assistants, and even held priority access to "Golden-Eyed One experimental subjects."

However, because Ma Ran had voluntarily offered himself up, this priority—which made countless colleagues green with envy—was neither here nor there for Yan Anqing.

Within the Secret Base, Yan Anqing faced little trouble from fame.

Though wherever he went, people would gaze at him with burning eyes, few ever came to bother him.

Everyone was very self-aware.

That day, with Ma Ran's cooperation, Yan Anqing had just finished preparing a temporary cell smear and was about to take a photo for modification when his field of vision suddenly shifted.

The long-dormant Little Panda slowly squeezed out from the edge of his sight, unhurriedly blowing out a string of text bubbles.

"Congratulations, player, on acquiring a new achievement—[Luck Infusion]."

"The positive luck of over a billion people, linked together. If placed in a Divine Plane, you, born in an unkind era, could use this to ignite divine fire, forge a divine core, and successfully ascend to godhood."

"Main Quest 2 current completion progress: 6/10."

Seeing this prompt, a flicker of surprise Appeared on Yan Anqing's face.

Various signs indicated that the higher-ups had recently placed great importance on him, even going so far as to use official channels for publicity, yet he had never expected to gain an achievement this way!

Luck.

This word left Yan Anqing lost in thought.

Some people were born fortunate—buy a random lottery ticket and win five million, everything going their way; others were plagued by misfortune, choking on water itself.

With current scientific and technological development, it was difficult to explain "luck," a phenomenon that could not be directly observed.

As he understood it, the so-called "luck" might be a collective consciousness phenomenon of all species on Earth.

Western scholars called it "Gaia Consciousness."

Eastern scholars called it "Wa Huang Will."

Yet this was merely a hypothesis, passed down by amateur scientists from various nations, Without Any experiment able to prove it.

The appearance of this achievement likely meant...

His own "luck" would become stronger?

Shaking his head, Yan Anqing reined in his thoughts, suppressing the chaotic notions.

"What's wrong?"

Ma Ran, watching Yan Anqing's expression and body language, felt a jolt in his heart.

The Crimson Moon, the Golden Eyes, the Fuxi cells—these were all supernatural phenomena never before seen in Earth's history.

Though he always hypnotized himself, telling himself this was the greatest fortune, a chance to rise above the crowd, one could never be too careful...

Was the Golden Eye phenomenon, which could super-evolve lab mice, truly a good thing when applied to humans?

Would it cause some kind of malformed mutation, turning him into something non-human?

To gain extraordinary power, Ma Ran could accept side effects like hair loss or baldness, but he could not accept turning into a hideous, repulsive monster.

That was a matter of principle!

"Don't worry."

Yan Anqing smiled. "It's just that the experiment has made progress."

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. With the help of his golden finger, Yan Anqing's research on Fuxi cells progressed hundreds of times faster than that of other scientists.

It had nothing to do with knowledge reserves or scientific experience—Yan Anqing had far more experimental samples at hand, directly deducing the process from the results, reducing the difficulty countless times.

Scholars from the Yaoguang Section, Tangting Section, and Mojuke had to go through ten to fifteen days of procedures just to apply for a Golden-Eyed One to cooperate with their experiments, and the competition was endless.

How could they compare to Yan Anqing, who modified cells and opened backdoors for himself?

From Number One to Number Nine Fuxi cells, they had now developed into a complete sequence.

Mice, rabbits, cats, dogs, snakes...

Specific cells adapted to various animals all existed.

Except for the poor lab mice, the other animal experiments Did Not suffer the heavy losses of the initial trials; most succeeded on the first try!

After all, Fuxi cells were created using other animal cells as blueprints, containing non-human gene fragments in their chromosomes, making them unsuitable for humans.

He needed to modify super-powered cells suitable for humans!

However, lacking a proper excuse, Yan Anqing had never conducted human cell modifications.

Ma Ran was the perfect pretext!

The experiment...

had begun.

The super-powered cells suitable for humans were essentially no different in modification difficulty from small animals—it was all about shaping a "Superpower Cavity" structure.

So there was absolutely no difficulty involved.

Mitochondrial staining, structural modification!

Done in one smooth motion!

Yan Anqing expressionlessly archived the photos of the modified cells, then reinfused them into Ma Ran's body.

"Dr. Yan... what did you just inject into me?"

Ma Ran rubbed the needle mark on his wrist and asked cautiously.

"A tracking method."

Giving him a faint glance, Yan Anqing spouted nonsense with a straight face: "There are indeed signs of something like super cells emerging in your body—that much I can confirm now."

Hearing this, Ma Ran froze for a moment, then a look of ecstatic joy surfaced on his face.

He abruptly stood up and paced back and forth in the lab.

After walking seven laps, his brilliant golden eyes shone with radiant light, and his complexion flushed: "No wonder! I really do feel much more energetic than before! My whole body feels comfortable now."

He felt an inexhaustible strength filling every limb and joint.

Yan Anqing did not reply.

This had nothing to do with super cells; it was purely Ma Ran's psychological effect.

In medicine, this is called the "placebo effect."

Many times, patients who seek medical consultations actually have no illness, or only suffer from minor ailments that the human immune system can heal on its own.

Doctors often prescribe such patients pills that look like medicine but are actually just a mix of glucose and starch fillers.

After taking the pills, many people immediately feel their condition improve and believe they are cured.

In reality, even real medicine requires a process of digestion and absorption—how could it be that fast?

The reason Ma Ran was acting this way was purely based on his trust in Yan Anqing, or rather, his trust in science.

"According to my calculations, the super cells in your body number no more than five."

Yan Anqing fiddled with various high-end research instruments, and after a moment, poured cold water on him: "The division rate of your super cells is about one-third that of a lab mouse. We need to find out why the proliferation of super cells in your body is so slow."

Ma Ran, who often read web novels online, instantly filled in a lot of blanks in his mind upon hearing this.

It was possible...

His "talent" and "spiritual root" were even inferior to a mouse's.

Ma Ran had a good mindset and didn't take this matter to heart.

At least he was still a Golden-Eyed One!

Having something was better than nothing.

"Super cells... doesn't sound very imposing. Why not call them Fuxi Cells?" Ma Ran couldn't help but mutter a small complaint.

Yan Anqing said calmly, "The super cells extracted from lab mice and other animals are collectively called Fuxi Cells, distinguished by serial numbers. I haven't actually extracted human super cells yet, so I don't have the right to name them."

In reality, this was just controlling the pace of the experiment.

Hearing this, Ma Ran's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "I will cooperate as much as possible!"

As time passed, some online keyboard warriors had already begun searching for dirt on Yan Anqing.

Voices claiming that his fame exceeded his actual ability gradually grew louder.

Some people with red-eyed sickness just couldn't stand seeing others succeed.

As a die-hard fan of Yan Anqing, Ma Ran hoped more than anyone that this prodigy would quickly produce new results and slap those trolls' faces hard!

Hopefully, when the era of universal cultivation arrived, only those trolls would remain unchanged!

Of course, these were just the indignant fantasies of a blind fan like Ma Ran.

Was Yan Anqing the kind of petty person who would do that?

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