Simon was a Black man from the American South. He loved working out and respected the strong. His dream was to win the crown at a top international bodybuilding competition and gain both fame and fortune.
The only problem was...
He had albinism.
After numerous treatments, he looked like an ordinary white man.
That had not stopped him from pursuing his dream.
Simon still spent every day at the gym, training excessively.
He never ate takeout or fast food. He cooked all five of his daily meals himself, carefully balancing vitamins, protein, and carbohydrates to meet his body's needs.
After the Blood Moon Incident, Simon saw Jack Grimm's videos on YouTube and instantly became his most fervent fan.
Worshiping the strong was a trait etched deep into his genes.
Simon's father, grandfather, and even his cousins all held a heartfelt respect and fanatical admiration for powerful, muscular men.
Heavens above!
Jack Grimm was the human being with the most perfect muscles Simon had ever seen in his life!
Anyone throughout history with surviving photographic records paled in comparison to Jack.
Simon could even say with certainty that Jack Grimm belonged to one level, while everyone else belonged to another. Comparing them was simply unfair.
Every morning, he was the first to arrive at the gym, quietly waiting for Jack to show up.
Simon had always believed that as long as he breathed the same air as the strong every day and learned from their training methods, he would become stronger too, if only a little.
But today...
His idol's image had shattered.
Simon understood that bizarre, twisted "OK" gesture Jack had made.
That gesture represented "white supremacy."
Simon had witnessed the cold-blooded cruelty of that group as a child.
The uncle he had respected most in his youth had been shot dead by a middle-aged white man making that very gesture!
After all these years, Simon had thought he no longer carried that psychological shadow.
But when he saw Jack's movements and heard what he said, a chill swept through his entire body, and cold sweat poured down his skin.
His heart went cold.
How influential was Jack Grimm, as a Golden-Eyed One and one of America's officially appointed Twelve Saints?
Simon stepped out of his role as a fan and gave it some rational thought.
He saw a dark and ominous future.
Jack Grimm had to die!
This racist would drag America's public climate back to before the Civil War!
"Hey, man, what are you spacing out for?"
Simon, whose love had turned to hatred, ignored his workout partner and staggered out of the gym in a daze.
Half an hour later.
Simon returned.
With his hands tucked into his pockets, he strode quickly toward Jack, the Golden-Eyed One.
"Hm? Kid, I remember you! What is it?"
Jack Grimm grinned, releasing the pec-deck machine and revealing eight gleaming white teeth.
"Yes."
Simon raised his head and stared at him grimly.
He pulled a Colt Python, its safety already off, from his pocket and aimed it at Jack's brow. "Please die!"
A handgun of that caliber could not be bought at a gun store.
It was a prized collectible Simon had "borrowed" from his cousin.
Gulp...
Jack swallowed.
Faced with this situation, he could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance.
His legs went weak, coldness wrapped around his entire body, his scalp tingled, and wave after wave of chill shot from his tailbone straight to his head.
"Don't act rashly... I..."
Bang!
Simon, who had gone from fan to hater, gave Jack no chance to ramble and fired without hesitation.
His aim was not particularly good. At such close range, he had clearly aimed for the center of Jack's brow, yet the bullet struck his left eye instead.
The burly giant crashed to the floor.
Throughout history, whenever metal clashed with flesh, metal had always emerged victorious.
This time was naturally no exception.
Today, Jack Grimm, America's tyrant known as the "Humanoid Mech," died from a gunshot.
Because the case involved a Golden-Eyed One, Simon was swiftly subdued by the special police and taken into custody for interrogation.
China, Beijing.
Deep within the Zhaofu Well Secret Base.
While Yan Anqing was eating in the cafeteria, the round-headed Little Panda suddenly popped up at the edge of his vision. The fat Black and White Dumpling was panting so hard that it seemed to have exhausted all its strength just to inch its way to the center of his sight.
It panted heavily for several seconds before recovering enough strength to blow bubbles.
A string of text bubbles appeared before Yan Anqing's eyes.
"Congratulations, player, for obtaining the achievement—Mother of Success."
"A Golden-Eyed One in whom you placed great hopes died a dramatic death in the streets."
"Main Quest, second stage complete!"
"Distributing quest rewards..."
"Rewards distributed!"
There was not much text, but the information it contained was substantial.
First was Jack Grimm's tragic death.
It made Yan Anqing realize that his recent progress in modifying the world had been somewhat slow.
The two consecutive achievements, Public Enemy of Males and Mother of Success, had little to do with his current research and were merely additional gains.
"So Mother of Success means... the modification of Golden-Eyed One Jack Grimm failed?"
Yan Anqing's eyes flickered.
Being wrong was no big deal. Admit the mistake and correct it.
Many times, failure was also nourishment for success.
Yet Yan Anqing's thoughts on Jack Grimm's fate differed from Panda Customer Service's.
Not every human he had modified possessed Yu Hongyi's fine character and passionate spirit. There were also those of poor character.
Those people existed specifically as control groups.
Did success truly have something to do with moral character?
Rather than waste too much time thinking about that question, Yan Anqing turned his gaze to the game's main interface.
After completing the second stage of the Main Quest, two new options had appeared alongside the commonly used Modify and Cross-Sectional Mapping functions.
Copy and paste.
These two new functions completed each other.
"Excellent!"
A faint smile appeared on Yan Anqing's face, and his mood brightened.
The appearance of these new functions meant that his progress in modifying the world would undergo a tremendous leap!
From now on, Yan Anqing could remain indoors and turn every Silver-Eyed and Golden-Eyed One into beings possessing Limitless Cells.
The problem that had pursued him like a maggot clinging to bone had finally vanished into thin air.
His other contingency plans and blueprints could be shelved for the time being.
If he took two days to make those "superhumans" worthy of the name, researchers around the world could likewise begin producing research results.
Limitless Cells were an entirely new system. Yan Anqing could not possibly cover every aspect alone.
Many hands made light work. Other people's research would also provide him with inspiration and groundwork.
"Then I'll begin the modifications first..."
After finishing his meal, Yan Anqing returned to his dormitory, sat cross-legged on the bed in the Five Hearts Facing Heaven posture, and closed his eyes. From the outside, he appeared to be meditating to restore his mental energy.
Xie Zhe, Shang Yin, Shi Yiguang, Li Yanhuang, Zhang Xiaoyue, Miaomiao...
Christian, Aisteron, Ed Bell...
Every Golden-Eyed and Silver-Eyed One in the database, without exception, was implanted with superpowered cells by Yan Anqing.
For the time being, there was no essential difference between the two.
As for how to distinguish the life essences of Golden-Eyed Ones and Silver-Eyed in the future, Yan Anqing had already made plans.
After finishing all this, he focused his attention on the additional information that had appeared in his mind after completing the second stage of the Main Quest.
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