Technology Is The Primary Combat Power!

The sender of this message was Qu Li, with just four simple characters.

"I've caught up to you."

Without preamble, Yan Anqing understood what the other person meant.

He blinked.

"Qu Li has... achieved something?"

Thanks to the explanation from the panda customer service and the "National Fortune Blessing" achievement, Yan Anqing had confirmed the reality of concepts like "luck" and "national fortune."

Recently, Qu Li, as the second star scientist heavily supported by the nation, also had national fortune blessings. Even if he couldn't eat the meat, just getting a sip of the broth and making some progress was only natural.

However, Yan Anqing hadn't expected Qu Li to achieve results so quickly!

The next day, in the canteen, he overheard staff from various departments discussing Qu Li's new findings.

"Did you hear? Qu Li found a way to quickly mark and lock onto Fuxi Cells and Limitless Cells..."

"Your news is already outdated. It's now confirmed that different quantities of superpower cells exist within all accessible golden-eyed individuals and Silver-Eyed individuals!"

"Damn it, if only I were a golden-eyed individual..."

Yan Anqing just listened to these discussions as entertainment, not truly taking them to heart.

He also understood why Qu Li's results had come out so fast.

Perhaps the other person had already found the correct method, but because superpower cells weren't truly widespread before, only existing in individual life forms, Qu Li had returned empty-handed.

Qu Li's research results and conclusions would not appear in any foreign scientific literature or journals.

For example, publications that many biological and medical researchers considered sacred grounds like "Science," "The Lancet," "Santike," and "Taroya."

They would only circulate internally—equivalent to a different kind of technological and knowledge blockade.

This was currently a period of global competition in biotechnology development!

Among individuals, there might be truly compassionate Madonna-like figures.

But no country would genuinely contribute its core technologies to other nations without compensation.

Even with Yan Anqing's previous papers, when China publicized them externally, they only used language understandable to ordinary people, with simple descriptions and embellishments, omitting the most crucial experimental details and steps, turning them into articles for laypeople.

After reading those articles, foreign scientists would find...

They were utterly useless!

They couldn't even provide them with a shred of inspiration or enlightenment.

In reality, it wasn't just Huaxia that was "hoarding its treasures"; other countries around the world were the same.

Perhaps research results from various countries might overlap, and even in the future, there would be disputes over authorship and patent rights because of it.

But for now, it had a more cruel and naked practical significance—maintaining one's country's competitiveness in the new era!

After all, Kira Wolma had already demonstrated formidable abilities beyond previous comprehension to the entire world...

Even if his death was somewhat comical, somewhat tragic, and somewhat frustrating.

And how long had it been since the Crimson Moon?

In the future, could there be powerful individuals that even nuclear weapons couldn't handle?

No one could say for sure.

Every bit of accumulated data and technological buildup was equivalent to a foundation, a source of confidence.

Massachusetts, America.

Perhaps some people were unfamiliar with the name of this state, but using a more common term, almost everyone in China was familiar with it.

Its other name was—Mass.

Famous world-renowned institutions like Harvard University and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology were located here.

And at this very moment, in downtown Boston, Massachusetts, at Faneuil Hall.

This was once a historical building and a famous tourist attraction, known as the "Cradle of Liberty."

After the Crimson Moon Incident, it was urgently requisitioned by the United States federal government and converted into a place for the resettlement of golden-eyed individuals.

Now, many netizens jokingly called it the "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack Bureau."

Does that sound familiar?

After its renovation, Faneuil Hall had become a simplified real-life version of "S.H.I.E.L.D." in the hearts of the American people!

"The government is truly stingy. Have those fat-headed politicians spent all the funds on keeping women?"

Evans, one of the Twelve Saints, sat at the entrance of the hall, grumbling, "How can this dump be worthy of superheroes like us? We should be in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, Philadelphia!"

As he spoke, a fierce glint flashed in Evans's golden eyes, showing a somewhat violent tendency.

"I agree with you."

A tall, thin young man wearing a black jacket appeared beside Evans at some point.

On the back of his jacket was a pair of snow-white wings, and his face wore a holy yet cheerful smile, making him seem quite approachable.

The ferocity in Evans' eyes subsided slightly, but he said, "Heh heh... should I call you Aisteron, or Gabriel?"

"The name Gabriel was bestowed by the one true Supreme Lord Yahweh (God, Jehovah); Aisteron is history."

The young man chuckled, acting as if he were considering the other person's well-being. "Why aren't you training? While superpower cells will naturally proliferate with sufficient nutrition and rest, the efficiency is too poor."

"Do you want to be Tony Stark without his Iron Man suits, or do you want to be Thor?"

"Honestly, I've always believed you have the potential to become the strongest, but talent needs to be paired with effort..."

Evans detested being lectured by others on a normal day.

Strangely, this young man who called himself Gabriel seemed to possess a kind of magic in his words, preventing him from feeling even a shred of anger.

"Alright, I get it even if you don't say it. I can lose to anyone, but if I lose to those two women, Afra and Catherine, I'll have to wear a mask every time I go out!"

With that, Evans strode into the hall.

Recently, federal scientists had introduced a device to assist the proliferation of superpower cells. By simply sitting inside and receiving special light wave irradiation, the efficiency of superpower cell proliferation could be increased by a full 65%!

Although it was said that the poor relied on mutation and the rich relied on technology, as golden-eyed individuals backed by the nation, even if they were homeless before the Crimson Moon, they now had the top technology and material support of the entire American Federation.

Why wasn't the golden-eyed individual containment camp located in bustling cities like New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, or Houston, but instead in Boston, Massachusetts?

It was because this place was teeming with scientists and scholars, always able to provide the latest research breakthroughs for support.

Watching Evans leave, the young man who called himself Gabriel's lips curved slightly upwards, a somewhat sinister smile playing on them.

Individual strength and the network of extraordinary individuals were what the golden-eyed individuals could truly rely on.

Scientific technology represented the primary combat power!

Apolar-cells, Limitless Cells, cells without limits...

Damn it!

While it had a good meaning, he still preferred the simple and direct term "Superenergy-cells" over such a mouthful.

Once the infection rate of these things reached 10%, a first, unseen bottleneck and barrier would forcibly lock down the progress of strengthening.

American Federation scientists had simply and crudely divided the infection rate into ten levels, with level 1 being the lowest and level 10 being the highest.

As one of the two most outstanding golden-eyed individuals in America, Gabriel had reached the peak of level 1 half a month ago, but no matter what, he couldn't enter level 2...

As for the other, Christian, he had the full support of the officials.

His progress was faster than Gabriel's, and it was rumored that he had already touched the threshold of level 2.

Gabriel wasn't worried about those things.

The wise never competed for immediate victory; as long as they didn't die, as long as they were alive, it meant infinite possibilities and hope for the future.

Tricking Evans into "cultivating" diligently was just to have more reference and comparison data when his own life level evolved...

Besides, wouldn't that simple-minded fellow become a good enforcer?

Howl! Requesting recommendation tickets!

Σ(°△°|||)︴Uh... I suddenly remembered... I... I won! I didn't pay attention earlier... Kira Wolma... survived for three chapters... (whispering)