The sender of the message was Qu Li, and it contained only four words.
"You've caught up to me."
Though it came out of nowhere, Yan Anqing understood what he meant.
He blinked.
"Qu Li... made a breakthrough?"
Thanks to Panda Customer Service's explanation and the national fortune blessing achievement, Yan Anqing had confirmed that concepts such as "fortune" and "national fortune" were real.
Recently, as the second Star Scientist heavily supported by the nation, Qu Li had also received the blessing of national fortune. Even if he had not gotten the meat and had only drunk a mouthful of the soup, it was only natural for him to achieve some results.
Still, Yan Anqing had not expected Qu Li to produce results so quickly!
The next day, in the cafeteria, he heard employees from various departments discussing Qu Li's new findings.
"Did you hear? Qu Li found a way to rapidly mark and lock onto Fuxi Cells and Limitless Cells..."
"Your information is outdated. It can now be confirmed that every Golden-Eyed One and Silver-Eyed individual currently available for contact has varying numbers of superenergy cells in their bodies!"
"Damn it, if only I were a Golden-Eyed One too..."
Yan Anqing merely listened to this as entertainment and did not truly take it to heart.
He also understood why Qu Li's results had come so quickly.
Perhaps Qu Li had long found the correct method. It was only because superenergy cells had not previously become widespread and existed only in a handful of living organisms that Qu Li had come up empty-handed.
Qu Li's research findings and conclusions would not appear in any foreign scientific papers or journals.
For example, Science, The Lancet, Santike, and Taroya, which many biological and medical researchers regarded as sacred ground.
They would circulate only internally—an alternative form of technological and knowledge blockade.
This was now an era of global competition in biotechnology development!
Among individuals, there might be genuine Madonnas who cared for the suffering of the world.
But no country would truly contribute its core technologies to another country for free.
Even when China promoted Yan Anqing's previous paper abroad, it merely used language ordinary people could understand, gave a simplified and polished description, omitted the most crucial experimental details and procedures, and turned it into an article for laypeople.
After foreign scientists read those articles, they would discover...
They were completely useless!
They could not even provide the slightest bit of inspiration or insight.
In truth, China was not the only one hoarding its secrets. Other countries around the world did the same.
Perhaps research findings produced by scientists from different countries would overlap, and they might even argue over authorship and patent rights in the future.
But for now, it carried an even crueler and more naked practical meaning—maintaining one's country's competitiveness in the new era!
After all, Kira Wolma had already demonstrated to the entire world a terrifying power beyond all previous understanding...
Even if his death had been rather ridiculous, tragic, and frustrating.
But how long had it been since the Crimson Moon Incident?
In the future, might there be powerhouses even nuclear weapons could not handle?
No one could say for certain.
Every bit of accumulated data and technology was a form of foundation, a source of confidence.
America, Massachusetts.
Some people might be unfamiliar with the name of this state, but if it were called by a more common name, nearly half of all Chinese people would recognize it.
Its nickname was—Mass.
The renowned global institutions Harvard University and MIT were both located here.
And at this very moment, in downtown Boston, Massachusetts, Faneuil Hall.
This had once been a historic building and famous tourist attraction, known as the "Cradle of Liberty."
After the Crimson Moon Incident, it was urgently requisitioned by the American federal government and converted into a settlement for Golden-Eyed Ones.
Now, many netizens jokingly referred to it as the "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack Bureau."
Did that sound familiar?
After being remodeled, Faneuil Hall had become a real-life simplified version of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the eyes of the American people!
"The government is so damn stingy. Did those fat-headed politicians spend all the funding on keeping women?"
Evans, one of the Twelve Saints, sat at the entrance of the hall and cursed, "How can this dump possibly be worthy of superheroes like us? We should be in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Houston, or Philadelphia!"
As he spoke, a savage gleam flashed in Evans's golden eyes, as though he had violent tendencies.
"I agree with you."
A tall, lean young man in a pitch-black jacket appeared beside Evans at some point.
A pair of snow-white wings was painted on the back of his jacket. The holy yet cheerful smile on his face made him seem exceptionally approachable.
The savage gleam in Evans's eyes receded slightly, but he still said, "Heh heh... should I call you Aisteron, or should I call you Gabriel?"
"The name Gabriel was bestowed by the one supreme Lord Yahweh—God, Jehovah. Aisteron has become history."
The young man smiled and spoke as if he were concerned for Evans. "Why aren't you training? Although superenergy cells naturally proliferate as long as you maintain sufficient nutrition and rest, the efficiency is far too low."
"Do you want to be Tony Stark without the armor, or do you want to be Thor, the God of Thunder?"
"To be honest, I have always believed you have the potential to become the strongest. But talent must be matched with hard work..."
Evans usually hated it most when others lectured him.
Strangely, the words of this young man who called himself Gabriel seemed to possess some kind of magic, leaving him unable to feel even the slightest anger.
"Fine, I know even if you don't tell me. I can lose to anyone, but if I lose to those bitches 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 that assisted the proliferation of superenergy cells. As long as one sat inside and received irradiation from special light waves, the efficiency of superenergy cell proliferation could increase by a full 65%!
They said the poor relied on mutation while the rich relied on technology, but as Golden-Eyed Ones backed by the nation, even if they had been homeless before the Blood Moon, they now had the support of the American federation's finest technology and resources.
Why had the Golden-Eyed One containment camp not been placed in prosperous cities like New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, or Houston, but instead in Boston, Massachusetts?
Because scientists and scholars gathered here, allowing them to receive the latest research results at the first opportunity.
Watching Evans leave, the young man calling himself Gabriel curled his lips slightly, revealing a somewhat enigmatic smile.
Individual strength and networks of relationships among superhumans were what Golden-Eyed Ones could truly rely on.
Science and technology represented the primary combat power!
Apolar-cells, Limitless Cells, cells without limits...
Damn it!
Though it had a good meaning, compared to such a tongue-twisting name, he was more accustomed to simply and bluntly calling them "Superenergy-cells"—superenergy cells.
Once the infection rate of this thing reached 10%, the progress of becoming stronger would be forcibly locked by the first invisible bottleneck and barrier.
American federal scientists simply and bluntly divided every ten percentage points of infection rate into one level, with Level 1 being the lowest and Level 10 the highest.
As one of America's two finest Golden-Eyed Ones, Gabriel had already reached the peak of Level 1 half a month ago, yet no matter what he did, he could not enter Level 2...
The other one, Christian, had the full support of the authorities.
His progress was even faster than Gabriel's. It was said that he had now touched the threshold of Level 2.
Gabriel was not worried about that.
The wise never fought over temporary victories or defeats. As long as one did not die, as long as one remained alive, the future held limitless possibilities and hope.
Tricking Evans into working hard at "cultivation" was merely so that Gabriel would have more reference and comparative data when his own life level evolved...
Besides, a simple-minded fellow like that would make a fine enforcer, would he not?
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Σ(°△°|||)︴Um... I suddenly remembered... I... I won! I didn't notice at dawn... Kira Wolma barely... barely survived three chapters... (quietly)