The Twelve Saints, America's Golden-Eyed Individuals

Hearing Yan Anqing use his willpower data as a reference unit for talent made Ma Ran's mind conjure up many outlandish scenarios.

Would people in ten or twenty years, when the transcendent era truly entered its golden age, say things like...

"You trash, your Limitless Cell proliferation rate is only 0.5 Ma Ran's level. You shouldn't bother cultivating, just be a normal person!"

"Peerless genius! You're equivalent to 6 Ma Rans! Truly astonishing talent! I have a granddaughter, sixteen years old, beautiful as a flower, I wonder if the young man is interested?"

Thinking about such a future, Ma Ran couldn't help but swallow, his scalp tingling, a cold breeze swirling around him, sweat beading on his forehead.

He wanted to protest, to ask Yan Anqing to change the reference standard.

But upon meeting the other's indifferent gaze, Ma Ran immediately cowered.

He couldn't afford to provoke him.

Whatever the big shot says, goes!

Who knows, maybe he'd even be recorded in history for being used as a unit of measurement...

"Live strictly according to the daily schedule I've provided."

Yan Anqing's gaze fell on Yu Hongyi and Ma Ran, emphasizing, "To ensure the accuracy and effectiveness of the experimental data, I must ask for your full cooperation."

Hearing this, Yu Hongyi immediately saluted, "Mission guaranteed to be completed!"

Ma Ran looked at the table in his hand, his face turning pale, his lips taking on a purplish hue from lack of oxygen.

What time to sleep, what time to wake up, what to eat for three meals, how much to eat, what kind of exercise to do each day, how many calories to expend...

Meditation time, stretching repetitions, what to do for relaxation on one fixed rest day per week, even sexual activity (masturbation) was strictly limited...

Yan Anqing was a thorough data fanatic!

He even suspected if there were mechanical parts hidden beneath the man's skin.

How could a normal human achieve this level of self-discipline!

If they could follow this table 100%, they would already be beyond human. With such self-discipline, what couldn't they achieve?

"I... I will cooperate to the best of my ability."

Ma Ran sighed and said weakly.

He wasn't an ungrateful person.

Yu Hongyi's "aptitude" was already five times his own. If he didn't follow Yan Anqing's scientific training methods, he'd probably be unable to even look up at the other's back in a few years.

After flying to the Capital City from Shanghai, Yu Hongyi had become his roommate.

With such a roommate nearby, he felt guilty every time he slacked off.

With his supervision, he should be able to...

"No! I can definitely do it!"

Ma Ran's golden eyes shimmered with a faint light, and he solemnly promised, "Dr. Yan, I won't disappoint you!"

Yan Anqing responded noncommittally, "Let's strive together."

People are different.

What is easy for some people to accomplish is a terrifying endeavor that requires exhausting all willpower and painstaking effort for others.

Yan Anqing's plans for the two were not the same. Just on the surface, Yu Hongyi's schedule was more rigorous, but it was precisely at his limit.

And for Ma Ran to follow his own schedule, he would have to surpass his limits.

Dormitory No. 259.

Zhang Xiaoyue, on the upper bunk, suddenly let out a pig-like laugh.

"Hahaha! This is so funny!"

The little loli on the lower bunk looked confused, "Huh? Madam Zhang, did you update something today?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyue's smile gradually disappeared.

"I haven't revised the manuscript yet, so I can't upload it directly..."

She coughed awkwardly and changed the subject, "Go check Twitter via VPN, America has a total of twelve golden-eyed individuals, and they've formed a 'Twelve Saints'!"

Miaomiao immediately became interested.

Skillfully logging onto Twitter via VPN, she quickly found the news Zhang Xiaoyue mentioned.

After the Blood Moon Incident, golden-eyed individuals appeared all over the world, with America and China being the most prominent.

The former officially counted 12 people, while the latter hid many, claiming to have "only" 20 golden-eyed individuals.

According to data statistics from various countries, the appearance of golden-eyed individuals was unrelated to population size.

India only had three golden-eyed individuals!

After long discussions and flame wars, American netizens finally reached a consensus – the stronger a country's overall national strength and the greater its prestige, the more golden-eyed individuals it had!

However, this theory couldn't be fully explained.

America is clearly the uncrowned king of Earth, the leading big brother.

Why does China have so many golden-eyed individuals?

The American people, who have no clue, expressed their dissatisfaction.

They insisted that America had a very good and strong international reputation.

Why did the Blood Moon Incident happen to occur during China's night?

If it had happened at a different time, during America's night, their number of "supernaturals" would definitely be higher!

Such brilliant reasoning actually had quite a following among the major influencers (big Vs) on Twitter...

The envious netizens of America consoled themselves while wishing they could reach through the internet and kill China's golden-eyed individuals.

Miaomiao scrolled through Twitter with great interest, watching the messages being pushed.

"Christian is the strongest golden-eyed individual in the world! No arguments accepted!"

"Agreed... a height of 2.2 meters, perfect muscles, his physique perfectly adheres to the golden ratio. Although he hasn't shown any abnormalities yet, when supernatural powers erupt, he'll definitely be a Superman-level figure!"

"What a joke, Aisteron is the strongest golden-eyed individual!"

"That's right! Aisteron is the leader of the Twelve Saints, the King of Angels, Gabriel, the one named by Jehovah! He is the true son of God!"

"If we're talking about muscle performance, Jack Grimm is clearly stronger, right?"

"Mother-fucker... you're talking out of your ass again! Little J (Jack Grimm) is not even in the same league as Christian and Gabriel, okay?"

The little loli quickly found the personal profiles of the so-called "American Twelve Saints."

America's approach was completely different from China's low-key policy.

They vigorously promoted individual heroism, appearing to mold these twelve golden-eyed individuals into real-life superheroes.

Currently, the two most famous among the Twelve Saints are named "Christian" and "Aisteron."

Christian was the leading figure officially appointed by America, with various resources and public opinion support.

Aisteron, however, was much more interesting.

This person had a past history of being involved in pyramid schemes.

After becoming a golden-eyed individual, he posted an article online.

The article, about two thousand characters long, could be summarized in one sentence: "Two days before the Crimson Moon appeared, God Yahweh entered my dream, prophesied the disaster, and bestowed upon me the name 'Gabriel'."

The wording wasn't flowery, but the details were very precise, fooling people into a daze.

When he was involved in pyramid schemes, Aisteron had already referred to himself as "Gabriel."

With a little embellishment of his past deeds, and with the help of paid promoters, he easily garnered a large number of followers.

For a time, Aisteron had a momentum that rivaled Christian, America's official favorite.

Upon reading this, Miaomiao snorted a couple of times, "Aisteron is a high-level scammer! Calling himself Gabriel? Why doesn't he say he's Lucifer? This Meow is going to expose his true face!"

"Don't!"

Zhang Xiaoyue, from the bunk above, poked her head out and stopped the little loli's foolish action, "Let them fight, let them quarrel! It's best if they beat each other to a pulp! It's America's business anyway, what does it have to do with us?"

Hearing this, Miaomiao froze for a moment, then dangled her little feet in the air and said in a drawn-out tone, "Poop scooper, you're insidious."

Zhang Xiaoyue's face turned red with embarrassment and anger, "Get lost!"

This brat was truly a late-stage case of chuunibyo, incurable!

How could she be like an Essence Devouring Beast?

"This Meow's title is 'Orange,' and in the future, I will bestow upon you the position of personal poop scooper."

Damn it!

Thinking about such stupid remarks made her so angry!

Why did she have to be roommates with someone who had no shame at all...

(Today I saw someone sarcastically posting in the chapter comments and nitpicking, which didn't feel like a reader's perspective. I clicked on their profile page and realized they were a peer, also a webnovel author... This person nitpicks and mocks in almost all their book reviews... So sad... What's the point of doing that? Reducing competition? It's meaningless. I was able to write a million words in my last book even though it flopped so badly, can this criticism make me castrate myself? I just want to focus on writing my book...)

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