Chapter 40

May 3rd, 10 a.m.

Huang Ji directly used the Special Medicine with an 86% treatment rate to cure Tang Yan.

There was no helping it. Although his viral fusion could allow someone to complete evolution in just three months, it was only suitable for himself.

Could he evolve other people? Yes, but Huang Ji would have to tailor an exclusive "perfect fusion formula" for every individual.

Moreover, he would need to observe them continuously for ninety days and make constant corresponding adjustments. This simply was not an evolution method that could be widely applied.

The species-wide evolutions that had appeared throughout natural history had accumulated over thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years. The virus was passed down generation after generation, and by the time fusion was about to occur, all humanity had already contracted it. Even then, it still took several generations for everyone to complete the evolution.

By shortening it to three months, Huang Ji had eliminated the virus's ability to spread from the outset.

So the most universally applicable and effective Special Medicine he could produce right now was the one he had developed in only seventeen hours...

"You can leave now, Tang Yan," Huang Ji said after curing him.

"So soon?" Tang Yan was stunned. Wasn't it supposed to take twenty days?

"I only wanted to see whether you felt remorse. Actually, six years ago, I was only lightly injured. I flew that far because the ground was too slippery..." Huang Ji babbled nonsense.

Tang Yan froze for a moment. "Really?"

Huang Ji nodded. "That's why, although I remembered what you looked like, I never went looking for you all these years. Running into you at the hospital was purely coincidental. After bringing you here and seeing that you genuinely wanted to make amends, I had already forgiven you."

Tang Yan exclaimed, "No wonder you dodged so dramatically when I coughed. You recognized me back then, didn't you?"

Huang Ji curled his lip. "If you catch a cold again, you still need to wear a mask around me."

"You really forgave me?" Tang Yan asked.

"Then let's settle the debt."

Huang Ji smiled. "Is that so? Then you still owe me six thousand."

Tang Yan nodded. "As I should."

He had deliberately wanted to compensate Huang Ji, and as he spoke, he prepared to take out the money.

Huang Ji waved him off. "No need. Get lost. Don't let me see you again."

Tang Yan stuffed the money into Zhang Junwei's hands and left with a weight lifted from his chest. From beginning to end, he never knew that he was a Level Six virus carrier.

And that was precisely what Huang Ji needed to conceal.

After all, once he created the Special Medicine, it would inevitably have to be made public, and it was bound to cause a huge uproar.

If Tang Yan knew that what he had contracted was H1N1 and that Huang Ji had cured him, then even if he did not understand it now, once the virus began spreading, he would realize what an enormous thing Huang Ji had done.

Then this warehouse, along with Zhang Junwei and the others who had registered under their real names, would be impossible to keep out of the public eye.

The Illuminati would likely notice this place as well.

Huang Ji could simply leave, but then all the preparations he had made would have been for nothing.

After resting for a while, Huang Ji went alone by car to a small internet café far away.

He did not register with his ID. He merely glanced at the attendant.

Then he logged into the administrator account and went online for free.

"Research and Solutions Regarding the New H1N1 Virus..."

He wrote a paper on his research into H1N1 over the past few days.

It strictly summarized the virus's incubation periods and susceptibility rates across different age groups. After that, it listed every preventive measure.

Most crucially, it covered the testing reagent and the Special Medicine.

Huang Ji described the formula for the H1N1 Special Medicine in detail, along with its effects and side effects.

He also explained the possibility of allergic reactions, the concentrations required for different age groups, and all manner of precautions.

Huang Ji wrote for four hours, filling page after page, and uploaded it as an illustrated attachment.

Then, he began making it public.

Using a temporarily created email account, he sent the paper, "Research and Solutions Regarding the New H1N1 Virus," to every medical expert Huang Ji had ever seen.

Every expert he had seen! This included, but was not limited to, the professors Huang Ji had studied under.

Some of them might not even check their email for months, but Huang Ji sent it to every last one.

Not only that, but experts in the capital, Jin Men, Rong City, Yang City...

Professor Lu and Dean Hong had contacted all of them before. After all, people within elite circles generally knew one another to some extent. At that moment, experts in all the major cities received the paper as an attachment.

As for the signature, Huang Ji typed in a codename: Messiah.

"Fame is a very important form of power."

Huang Ji had searched online for information on the Illuminati. Rumors of the organization had long been circulating.

The internet was filled with conspiracy theories, while a small portion consisted of debunking claims.

What was worth mentioning was that the Illuminati did not care if their terrifying influence and conspiracy-like objectives were made public.

Not only that, they themselves secretly put more effort into fabricating all sorts of rumors that demonized them.

Huang Ji knew that the Illuminati only debunked a small portion of the claims. Most of the conspiracy theories that exaggerated their schemes were deliberately spread by the Illuminati themselves.

On one hand, there was no evidence, so no matter what people said, they remained nothing but urban legends.

On the other hand, there were too many versions of the rumors, so they became entertainment. That made the true incidents among them seem even less believable.

When Messiah exposed them, they muddied the waters with even more rumors. As long as there was no irrefutable proof, they did not care if people claimed they were Lizardmen.

That was precisely where the Illuminati's brilliance lay.

Messiah had once revealed just how powerful the Illuminati were, how they controlled the world of capital and manipulated elections, yet this had instead helped the Illuminati.

Because most ordinary people could not afford to care about such things!

Many people might be excited when they first saw it, but they would soon put it out of their minds. They had lives to live, and it was too far removed from them.

Once the buzz faded, even seeing just a little debunking would make them choose to believe it.

Most claims were conspiracy theories, and a small portion were rumors. That was precisely the situation most advantageous to the Illuminati. People were willing to believe that truth was held by the minority, so everyone wanted to be part of that minority...

Little did they know that debunking could also be a rumor.

Unless there was irrefutable evidence that shocked the world, any exposure would merely help the Illuminati build their fame.

That fame was useless among ordinary people, because whether they believed it or not did not matter.

But wealthy capitalists would be intimidated by that fame.

When the Illuminati wanted to do something and needed help from a wealthy person outside their organization, sometimes a single phone call or letter was enough.

They knew the Illuminati existed, so they would not believe the "debunking." In turn, those earlier conspiracy theories became "advertising."

"Ah... they already control the world of capital. Should I stubbornly stand against them? Forget it. Shouldn't I hurry up and join them?"

Thus, in many cases, the Illuminati did not need to give anything at all for their influence to become so deeply entrenched. Many people could not even get into the outer circle.

Of course, they truly possessed that capability. It was just that their fame spared them the step of "flexing their muscles," saving them a great deal of trouble.

One of the rare times they openly flexed their muscles was the American presidential election after Kennedy's death.

That forty-four to six election—those who understood, understood.

Because "six" was the Illuminati's symbolic number.

The "666" used to capture Lao Wang did not belong to just one person. It was merely the codename used by the Illuminati whenever they contacted hired forces.

Whenever they dealt with any force not directly under their control, they called themselves "666."

It represented the fallen angel.

Revelation 13:18 in the Old Testament Bible stated: "Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is 666."

Therefore, in that election, exactly "six" states remained on the losing side. The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

The Illuminati would not casually reveal their hidden strength for anything that money and fame could accomplish.

When necessary: "The conspiracy theories are all true." When unnecessary: "Ah... those are all rumors. You actually believe that?"

The key was not whether people believed it, but whether it was needed.

By contrast, Messiah was practically a rat...

If they wanted to recruit some force, they had to put in endless effort. The other side did not know them at all; they had never even heard of Messiah.

Even if Messiah was formidable, they had to repeatedly prove, "I can make you submit," and repeatedly prove, "There is a bright future in following me."

And the moment core members took action to prove themselves, the Illuminati would find them.

Thus, they fell into a vicious cycle, growing weaker the more they struggled.

They hit walls everywhere and were condemned by everyone.

So Huang Ji did not hesitate in the slightest to begin promoting the name Messiah—not for others' love, nor for others' trust.

Even if it was smeared, even if it became entertainment, it did not matter. The key was... people had to know it existed!

When they secretly approached certain people in the future, at the very least, those people would realize: "Oh, so you're Messiah."

Whether they were afraid, disgusted, or even pleased, it was still better than being unknown...

P.S. Sorry, Six Nightmares Mirror. Your character is hundreds of light-years away, but your presence has already appeared.