Super God: Myriad Worlds Drifting Bottle

After finishing their meal, the three of them went upstairs to a karaoke bar to sing.

At this time, karaoke was still very popular and hadn't been replaced by places like nightclubs and bars.

However, places like bars were already starting to gain significant influence. Many curious young people and stressed middle-aged individuals enjoyed going to these places to relieve their stress.

It's just that stress, more often than not, comes in a few common forms, and in these kinds of places, it's easy for other forms to emerge, leading to a bit of chaos.

Han Fei didn't even consider these places.

The fun time quickly ended.

Everyone went their separate ways.

Now.

The time is the end of December 2012.

New Year's Eve is approaching.

Chapter 33: A Giant Chrysanthemum Appears in the Sky!

Today.

Is a special day.

Humanity has, for the first time, understood the profound fear that comes from the boundless universe.

December 31, 2012.

The past two days spent having fun with Zhao Xin, singing and eating, had been very stress-relieving for Han Fei.

Fortunately, although the two of them had undergone a transformation, they were still somewhat like ordinary guys in certain aspects. So, for some places, they had the desire but not the guts to go, and they didn't try to drag Han Fei along.

They continued their fun until the afternoon.

Han Fei told Zhao Xin and Liu Chuang to hurry back.

Zhao Xin hesitated, while Liu Chuang directly said, "No rush, there's nothing to go back for. It's pretty lonely by myself. Let's stay here and celebrate New Year's with you, boss."

Zhao Xin looked like he wholeheartedly agreed.

Han Fei laughed and cursed, "Get lost! I'm different this year, I don't need you guys. Go home yourselves. Lonely by yourself? Do you want me to call your moms and see what they say to you two?"

Seeing him say this, their expressions relaxed slightly. Zhao Xin grinned and put his arm around Han Fei's shoulder.

"Aiya, we just saw you were alone..."

"Go, go, don't put your arm on my shoulder. I'm telling you, Zhao Xin, don't think I've forgotten your nickname, Chrysanthemum Xin..."

The three of them playfully separated.

A while later, Qi Lin sent a text message, saying her parents wanted to thank him for his past help and invited him to their home for dinner.

He politely declined.

"Such a kind-hearted girl."

Han Fei knew that when they played together, they had talked about things like this to some extent, and she naturally knew his situation.

Inviting him at this time was clearly out of kindness.

However, Han Fei still refused.

Aside from certain reasons.

Going over at a time like this made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Besides, he wasn't that fragile.

Why was everyone acting like this?

Han Fei shook his head speechlessly.

He started walking towards the Chao Family residence.

8 PM.

Han Fei was at home, watching various New Year's Eve galas on television.

Aunt Li had finished cooking and had already gone home.

The entire compound, apart from the bodyguards, seemed empty.

At first glance, Han Fei looked a bit lonely, all by himself.

But in reality, he wasn't celebrating New Year's Eve alone.

"Hahaha."

A clear, pleasant laugh sounded from beside him.

Hexi sat to the side, smiling as she watched the performances at the gala.

She was laughing so hard she was practically doubling over.

Her beautiful curves were on full display.

She even ate less of her favorite dishes on the table.

"Big hammer eighty! Small hammer forty!"

"My name is Hao Jian!"

"I'm just selling you a crutch! Come on, stomp your feet a couple of times!"

It was clear.

She was very happy.

Han Fei also watched the skit, following along.

Enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

Ever since he learned this was Super Gene, his pressure had been immense for years.

He was constantly planning this and that, trading with others, worrying about persecution by major powers, defending against various assassinations, and fretting about the future. Only now had he managed to build some foundation and gain some means of self-preservation.

But thinking about the future wars, he couldn't help but feel some anxiety.

After all.

War is a matter of vital importance to the state; it is the ground of life and death, the road of survival and destruction; it must be carefully studied!

What's more, this was a war unprecedented in Earth's history.

Next, perhaps they would bathe in blood and fire, taking their first step into the universe.

Or perhaps it would be the prelude to entering an abyss of eternal damnation.

All these things always made Han Fei think too much.

And perhaps do too little.

The gap between civilizations could not be bridged overnight.

He had a golden finger or talent, but that relied too much on luck and time. Over the years, he had only managed to obtain some unorganized things. If it weren't for the fortunate chance of obtaining Hexi, a clone of hers who was effectively controlled, to complete the foundation, and to have cosmic-level intelligence in research and development.

Otherwise, he would still be a nobody by now.

He wouldn't have reached this level, close to an interstellar civilization, with some technologies even reaching interstellar standards.

This was the importance of a cosmic-level scientist.

They could transform a civilization in a short period.

Don't look at Earth reaching the pre-nuclear era in just about five thousand years; this was actually quite special for Earth. If it were any other normal civilization, well.

In five thousand years, they might still be in the feudal era, or just entering the steam age.

Nuclear weapons?

What were those?

It was that exaggerated.

Thinking of this, Han Fei felt a pang of guilt, but he quickly returned to normal. For the sake of survival, such methods were acceptable.

He subtly glanced at the silver-haired beauty still smiling and watching the skit.

He relaxed slightly.

What's done is done.

Feeling guilty now was just hindsight.

Guilt was normal; it meant he had a conscience. But he wouldn't do anything irrational or overly emotional because of it; that was called being able to distinguish.

And Han Fei, after years of tempering, could clearly distinguish.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual self, watching the skit and occasionally bantering with Hexi to liven up the atmosphere.

"Hexi, don't call me Chairman anymore. It's too formal. Just call me Han Fei."

"Ah? Okay."

Hexi, still watching the TV, responded casually without much reaction.

She didn't seem to care much.

This, in turn, made Han Fei feel more at ease, and he forcibly pushed away the slight awkwardness in his heart, focusing his attention on the gala.

Not bad.

The galas at this time were quite interesting.

At least they weren't all about positive energy.

Just.

Beside him.

Hexi's smile shifted slightly.

Due to the angle, he hadn't been able to see the change on Hexi's face just now.

Naturally, he also hadn't seen her lips press together in that moment.

"...Let us celebrate the arrival of the new year..."

Soon, the party was coming to an end.

And the time was approaching midnight.

The new year was about to arrive.

"Wow! Han Fei, look, look."

Hexi, like a little girl, tugged at his sleeve, looking up at the sky.

Han Fei frowned slightly, but still didn't refuse.

Up in the sky.

Grand flowers bloomed suddenly.

"Exquisite and colorful" was an understatement.

In the night sky, fireworks became the most beautiful scenery of the moment.

Countless people, under these fireworks, stepped into the new year.

Everything was about to have a new beginning.

Including... civilization.

"Wh-what is that?!"