Script Compiler

The newcomer wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a tall, slender build. Dressed in apricot-yellow casual trousers and a fitted black shirt, he looked refined and behaved with unhurried composure, exuding a steady aura from the inside out.

He was Qu Li, Mojuke's once-promising rising star and a first-level researcher before Yan Anqing had burst onto the scene.

A person's reputation was like a tree's shadow.

Qu Li had been famous for years. Even Huang Zhaolan, who had only recently flown from Magic City to the capital, had heard a little about him.

The current situation was rather laughable.

Huang Zhaolan's outstretched hand froze in midair. He could neither pull it back nor grab Yan Anqing by the collar.

Caught between advancing and retreating, he was completely stuck.

"As a researcher, instead of properly conducting research and writing papers, you came here to interfere with your colleagues. What exactly were you thinking?"

Qu Li looked coldly at Huang Zhaolan and rebuked him without mercy. "I've studied every diary and piece of writing you've produced since you were twelve."

"Looking at you, have you mistaken Yan Anqing for Tesla? Do you think you're Edison? Are you worthy?"

Huang Zhaolan swallowed, forcing a stiff smile onto his face. His lips had turned a dark purplish red from lack of oxygen.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, impossible to wipe clean, while his palms were slick with sweat.

"You misunderstood, I..."

Qu Li stared expressionlessly at Huang Zhaolan. Without saying a word, he rendered him unable to utter another.

There was no way to keep making excuses...

Huang Zhaolan simply disliked Yan Anqing and, while he was at it, harbored a faint hope of getting some benefit from him.

He had also heard about Qu Li's exploits.

When it came to schemes and machinations, the one who ended up dead was nine times out of ten not this seemingly refined man standing before him, but Huang Zhaolan himself.

After a long silence, Qu Li finally said indifferently, "I advise you to behave yourself and keep a low profile."

"I don't care how you wasted your days back in Magic City, but here in the capital..."

"I call the shots!"

Huang Zhaolan was berated like a grandson. Only after receiving Qu Li's approval did he flee as though granted a pardon.

Watching his departing back, a trace of disdain flashed through Qu Li's eyes.

Yan Anqing was someone only he could step on!

And only he could be stepped on by him.

After all, that fellow was an opponent Qu Li acknowledged.

What the hell was Huang Zhaolan supposed to be?

At that thought, Qu Li suddenly realized...

Yan Anqing had left at some point.

"Hmph..."

There was a saying Qu Li had heard on his seventh birthday.

He did not remember who had said it, but he had always remembered its contents, even treating it as a maxim for life that constantly reminded him.

"What determines a person's ultimate style and standing has never been what he says or does. It depends on his enemies, on how high the opponent fated to oppose him ultimately stands."

Yan Anqing was the "destined nemesis" Qu Li had chosen for himself.

Inside Mojuke's laboratory.

Yan Anqing silently pondered a way to break through the limits of Rank 1.

In other planes, Rank 1 was merely the beginning of individual transcendence.

Yet on Absolute Demon Earth, Rank 1 seemed to be the end of the road.

What Yan Anqing was doing was not following in the footsteps of those before him—methodically cultivating manuals, consuming all manner of rare treasures, undergoing combat training, and naturally completing the leap and transformation of life itself.

He was carving out an entirely new path of cultivation on his own.

For the moment, if he wanted the infection rate of the Limitless Cell to exceed 10%, he had to solve the problem of muscular strength.

After some thought, Yan Anqing chose a relatively simple and brutal solution.

"If I use the Copy Paste function the cheat just unlocked to replace skeletal muscles with spiral carbon-fiber artificial muscles... would that work?"

If another scientist were to carry out Yan Anqing's idea, it would be exceedingly difficult.

They would also have to solve the energy issue and find a way to power the artificial muscles.

At present, there were two methods.

One was to convert chemical energy into electrical energy.

By using catalyst-containing carbon nanotube coils to build muscle bundles, the electrodes of fuel cells and supercapacitors would continuously generate electricity in a hydrogen-filled environment, thereby producing mechanical motion.

The other method was to convert chemical energy into thermal energy.

It used the reaction between hydrogen and ethanol to provide energy, working in conjunction with specially made memory-metal wires.

For example, when the temperature dropped, the metal wires would contract, the catalyst's effect would decrease, and the artificial muscles would relax and contract.

After making calculations, Yan Anqing concluded that artificial muscles built using the second method would have the greatest strength—roughly 130 times that of normal skeletal muscle.

Yet he could directly graft Limitless Cells onto them, creating a physical structure that allowed the Limitless Cells to supply energy directly.

"If it succeeds, the theoretical limit of these muscles will be a carrying capacity twelve thousand times greater, and absolute strength three thousand times that of a healthy adult human at the current stage."

"Then I can skip Ranks 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, ascending straight from Rank 1 in a single step."

"Setting everything else aside, at least in the 'Strength' attribute, I can instantly reach the individual power level of a Rank 7 legend."

Yan Anqing drafted an apparently perfect experimental plan.

But before success was achieved, no matter how perfect something was in theory, it had no practical meaning whatsoever.

Modified experiments began with white mice.

"No problems at all."

Looking at the muscular white mouse inside the tempered-glass cage, Yan Anqing's lips curved slightly upward. "Its personality and behavioral patterns haven't changed, and its absolute strength can easily suppress all others of its kind."

"It can currently only exert fifteen times its strength. Perhaps its brain's self-protection mechanism is taking effect?"

The carbon-fiber muscles Yan Anqing had created had an extremely high contraction limit. If the mouse exerted their theoretical maximum from the start, its skin would likely burst at once, its bones would shatter into pulp, and it would explode into a cloud of blood.

So far, the modification plan was progressing quite smoothly.

The second step was human modification.

The best test subject was naturally a Golden-Eyed One.

For experiments with such a high degree of uncertainty, Yan Anqing would not make Ma Ran and Yu Hongyi, his two most obedient Subject A and Subject B, shoulder the risks head-on.

After spending some time, Yan Anqing found a suitable candidate.

An Indian man.

Kira Wolma.

Although the surname Wolma sounded a little ridiculous, in India, it truly was a Kshatriya surname, the standard surname of a high caste.

Kira had been born superior to others, incomparably noble, capable of crushing every commoner who had risen through hard work.

After becoming a Golden-Eyed One following the Crimson Moon Incident, he had been pushed even further into the spotlight.

Many people spread rumors that he was the foremost of India's "Three Kings of Destiny."

With experience, performing human modification again was like going from one to two—ten thousand times simpler and easier than going from nothing to something!

In just five minutes, Yan Anqing transformed Kira Wolma into a berserker with super artificial muscles.

The Little Panda, which had recently been showing up all the time, squeezed back in from the edge of his vision...

"Congratulations, player, on obtaining the achievement—Script Compiler."

"You created an era's 'protagonist' in an attempt to make this boring world more colorful."

"Current Main Quest completion progress: 14/30."

Yan Anqing shook his head.

"Protagonist?"

A hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

Huang Zhaolan had never existed so the protagonist could show off and slap faces. He existed to help establish the image of other characters and corroborate a certain theory.

Ah, if you take this sort of thing apart and explain it in detail, it loses its mystery. So even when explaining it, it cannot be made too clear, or it would be like revealing spoilers in advance. There is no need to say much more about this person's plot here. Please forgive me.

Please have a little more faith in Ran Lengguang in the future. Every plot point has its own value and meaning...

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