The next morning.
On the shore of Ghost Island, the Thailand man in a black tracksuit was snoring loudly.
Beside him, the charcoal beneath a wooden grill had just gone out, still sending up wisps of smoke.
Last night, he had pushed the strength of an M+ modified human to its limits, diving into the deep sea with eyes like pearls in the abyss to shamelessly catch a 198-kilogram bluefin tuna.
This fish was among the world's finest ingredients. One of the same size had once sold for an astronomical price of over a hundred million Island Nation dollars.
Bluefin tuna had evenly distributed, rich fat. When prepared as sashimi, it melted in the mouth and tasted exquisite—a top-tier delicacy.
But he had grilled it.
And sprinkled it with cumin.
Though it did not taste all that good, he had still washed it down with fifty cans of beer.
Smack.
Someone gave his forehead a heavy slap. With a boom, the back of his head sank straight into the sand dune.
"Kun Sang, you're freaking amazing!"
It was Tu Yuan, clutching his phone with an excited expression.
The Thailand man opened his eyes in confusion. He was just about to unleash a killing move when one news headline after another entered his sight on the phone.
"'A godlike man, Gemini's Kun Sang!'"
"'Kun Sang's question of the gods leaves Artificial Intelligence Mors utterly baffled!'"
"'Who exactly is Kun Sang? Able to pose a soul-searching question like "Who am I?" What kind of story does he have?'"
"'Tell me, is there another man in this world like Kun Sang? So reserved, so passionate, so profound—utterly captivating!'"
"'Kun Sang's passionate gaze has left countless girls sleepless through the night, soaking their bedsheets.'"
"'With a super technician like Kun Sang, who can contend