King of Keyboards, Fantasy Beginning

It had been exactly two weeks since the successful modification of superhuman cells suitable for humans.

That evening, Yan Anqing had just finished dinner and returned to his bedroom.

A low, husky male voice with a smoky timbre suddenly rang out by his ear—it was his new phone's ringtone.

"Sweet dreams are made of this."

"Who am I to disagree..."

He pulled the phone from his side pocket.

Caller ID: Xie Zhe.

"You took five point five seconds to pick up."

Xie Zhe's voice came through the receiver: "You owe me a total of five hours and thirty-seven minutes."

"Hey."

Yan Anqing scoffed. "On the night of April 25, 2013, that dark culinary creation of yours nearly sent me to the hospital. According to our 'Friendship Index Scoring Criteria,' attempted murder means you owe me more."

Xie Zhe on the other end fell silent.

After a moment, he replied in a gloomy tone: "Petty. Vindictive."

Yan Anqing curled his lip, shameless as ever. "Those who hold light grudges are often ungrateful. I've always thought that was a good quality. Get to the point—what's the real matter?"

Xie Zhe seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Given his personality, this was unusual.

"Just reminding you—things aren't peaceful in the circle lately. Watch your safety."

With that, Xie Zhe hung up with a sharp click.

"Not peaceful?"

Yan Anqing raised an eyebrow slightly, a contemplative expression appearing on his face.

Though Xie Zhe had some paranoid tendencies, he never spoke without cause about important matters.

He was now a researcher heavily backed by the higher-ups—who would be bold enough to go against them?

Too little information. Xie Zhe was probably under a gag order and couldn't reveal much.

Under these circumstances, Yan Anqing could only deduce so much.

"Meet soldiers with arms, meet water with an earth dam."

"Nothing to worry about."

Yan Anqing remained remarkably calm.

In this world, aside from death, nothing was ever truly a big deal.

Even if reputation was ruined, even if all wealth was lost, one could always make a comeback and rise again.

Back when he had no cheat powers, it was always Yan Anqing who provoked others—no one dared bully him.

Now that he had the power to tamper with the world, would he be afraid of trouble?

Ridiculous!

Dormitory 259.

"Finished again! Mrs. Zhang, you're way too short! You're clearly free all day, yet you only update one chapter! Over in the male frequency, they post at least two chapters daily!"

Miaomiao, lying in bed, lifted her short legs and kicked the upper bunk twice. "You're the saltiest author This Meow has ever seen."

"Stop it!"

Zhang Xiaoyue poked her face out from the upper bunk and roared fiercely: "Keep yapping and I'll stop updating!"

Seeing Miaomiao shrink into a ball, Zhang Xiaoyue smugly burrowed back into her covers and continued scrolling through Weibo.

"Daring sneak shot—close-up of my god!"

It featured several photos of Yan Anqing.

Under this post, replies had already stacked up to over three thousand floors.

"Damn! How can a man be this gorgeous!"

"Mrs. Xiaoyue, you really didn't use beauty mode? This is too beautiful!"

"No wonder he's my Yan God! Lick lick lick!"

"Eh... why did my phone screen suddenly get so clean? Must be an illusion."

"Thanks to Mrs. Xiaoyue for risking her life to give us fans a treat... but you only had one chapter today. There's a certain 'WTF' I'm not sure I should say."

"Short and weak, one chapter again =-="

"Wow, you guys really derail the thread! Anyway, Yan God could totally live off his looks, but he insists on relying on talent—so frustrating! If only Yan God would go mainstream..."

"Analysis complete—fangirl confirmed. My Yan God is going to change the world! How could he waste time outside the realm of science?"

"Yan God, keep going, we'll always support you!"

"God my ass! He's just a pretty-faced pretty boy! I don't know what there is to hype about, hyped every single day, makes me fucking sick!"

Zhang Xiaoyue, who had been wearing a mysterious smile the whole time, suddenly spotted a troll's comment. Her face instantly darkened, and her mood shattered.

Her golden pupils flickered faintly, swaying with an eerie gleam that made one's scalp crawl.

Her voice twisted slightly. "Damn it, there really are people who aren't afraid of death! Meow Meow! Found someone trash-talking Yan God!"

The golden-eyed loli on the lower bunk let out a sinister chuckle.

"I see! This Meow is checking this person's posting history."

Having participated in countless online flame wars, she had long been crowned queen in the realm of keyboard warriors!

"Hmph, this guy just spews trash everywhere without any improvement. A total waste..."

Miaomiao's expression was arrogant, her gaze contemptuous, and her tone firm. "Spray Power, Third Stage!"

Generally, this kind of low-level troll didn't even require her intervention.

Besides, this fool was so stupid it was beyond belief—his posting history revealed countless of his own weaknesses.

This troll had even posted about his tragic experience and mental journey of being cuckolded six or seven times by his wife.

The so-called art of trash-talking was all about "striking the heart"!

The key wasn't in the filthy, disgusting words that made you want to wash your eyes, but in hitting the sore spot, hitting what the other person truly cared about.

Miaomiao had long reached the "Spray Emperor Realm," where she could kill her enemies without using a single curse word, calmly and elegantly.

Having returned to simplicity, she carried no trace of vulgarity in her verbal battles.

To deal with a small fry like this, Miaomiao only needed to call a few registered disciples to crush his mentality, make him shut down on the spot, and leave his phone and keyboard behind.

Who told him to be so blind as to trash-talk Yan Anqing?

Yan Anqing was the key male supporting character for her, the Orange Essence Devouring Beast, to re-prove her Dao and ascend to the peak!

Under these circumstances, she would reluctantly make an exception and personally take action this time.

Yan Anqing hadn't been online in a long time.

Every day, he continuously tried to perfect the superpower cells within Ma Ran's physique.

Now, he could finally be one hundred percent certain that the new remastered product would not cause even a trace of negative impact on the human body.

"The Superpower Cavity structure has been further optimized, with greater development potential than the 'Fuxi Cell.'"

"Then... let's call it the [Limitless Cell]."

Yan Anqing slapped his forehead and came up with a name on the spot.

As the saying goes: Limitless gives birth to Taiji, Taiji has two forms, two forms give birth to four symbols, four symbols evolve into eight trigrams, and eight trigrams transform into all things.

Taking this name was to capture its meaning of "evolution."

It was the primordial light of human individual evolution.

Suddenly, a prompt from Panda Customer Service appeared in his field of vision: "You are creating the soil of reality for fantasy to descend into the Demon-Free World."

Demon-Free World...

Seeing these four words, Yan Anqing raised an eyebrow slightly and thought of many things.

So-called demon-free probably meant a world where the supernatural was absent, where no extraordinary power existed, right?

Thinking carefully, aside from his own golden finger, from ancient times to the present, there had never been anyone who could prove the existence of their superpowers.

Whether it was Eastern mythology or Western pantheons...

No deity had ever truly appeared before people.

"Once everything is ready, can I create a few 'ancient supernatural relics'?"

This thought surfaced in Yan Anqing's mind.

Creating ancient supernatural relics was much simpler than remastering cells; it just required some groundwork.

He kept this thought in his heart, ready to initiate the plan when the time was right.

Yan Anqing had never forgotten his original intention.

Remaster the world, make Earth interesting!

"I've been too much of a homebody lately. Time to go out and get some fresh air."

After Yan Anqing submitted his application, it was quickly approved.

With two bodyguards following one in front and one behind, Yan Anqing wore a mask and sunglasses and arrived at the bustling Zhaofu Well food street.

Soybean milk, fried dough sticks, squid rice rolls, zhajiang noodles, silk-stocking milk tea, takoyaki.

He bought some snacks but hadn't had a chance to enjoy them when a beautiful woman with wavy hair and high heels suddenly blocked Yan Anqing's path.