Evolution Has Begun

Armed helicopters.

The girl closed her eyes to rest, and crimson feathers drifted down from the Mind Lake and then floated out again. Delicate Honkai Energy threads surged, and a Crimson Pearl with a similar color to the blade was embedded at the end of the sword.

She opened her eyes, her fingers tracing the smooth, cool surface of the Crimson Pearl, a flicker of doubt in her eyes, and quietly asked:

"What's this?"

White Sparrow curled up listlessly on her lap and replied:

"His gift to Xiao Fu."

Fu Hua's Honkai Energy Domain covered and sensed the crimson Crimson Pearl, thus obtaining the answer.

This is an artifact that the Thousand Herrscher used their powers to replicate from Su Qing'an's body last time. It probably contains some techniques related to martial arts and Honkai Energy. It is essentially a high-end item that can replicate corresponding techniques as long as Honkai Energy is output.

The girl gently massaged her head with her fingertips, and whispered with a smile:

"Oh, I like it very much."

"Um."

Su Muxi stared blankly into space.

Even though she relied on the resonance with his soul time and time again, and the [record] that gradually moved towards the conceptual side, she perfectly recorded every breath, every word, and even the emotions and thoughts that surged in the boy's life in this world.

Even though Udu-dust knew without a doubt how much this person had experienced and lost along the way.

But she still couldn't understand the boy's feelings at that time.

Perhaps the ocean is always like this.

In the same instant, it can be turbulent and turbulent, or it can be calm and peaceful.

Because it was so vast, with each place presenting a different scene, Su Muxi couldn't see what kind of determination and enlightenment existed beneath that boundless and deep abyss.

But she knew that perhaps this meeting...

That was a farewell.

But that person has always been unrepentant, and I couldn't stop him from making his decision, nor did I want anyone to hinder him with any emotional or ties.

So Little Feather didn't say anything, just stared blankly and slept soundly as usual.

The sound of the propellers was incessant, and outside the window, the sky was azure with drifting white clouds.

Su Muxi looked out at the scenery and suddenly felt nostalgic for the scene of the two of them eating a children's meal at McDonald's she was seriously assembling toys next to them.

If only... there were a little more time.

As Prometheus warned, repeatedly imprinting in a short period of time, even if only a few memories remain, will still put a heavy burden on the brain.

Moreover, Su Qing'an, whose genetic modification was partially unsuccessful, still had the physique of an ordinary person, and he had no right to be willful.

However, the existence of [Nian] does indeed make the detail of the Black Abyss White Flower even more refined than before.

The power of the Herrscher of Death in Su Qing'an's hands gradually developed towards "reviving the dead and reversing Yin and Yang," so the real price he paid was only short-term suffering. Compared to the comfort given by the daily replays and reenactments over those few days, perhaps this suffering itself was not worth mentioning.

Mobius sat on a soft sofa covered with a red velvet blanket, her upright posture and demeanor exuding elegance.

At this moment, the girl lowered her eyes, gazing at the calm, still black tea in the silver cup, letting its delicate fragrance fill her nostrils, soothing her mind. Her lips moved slightly.

"You want to conduct the experiment ahead of time?"

Looking around at the advanced laboratory and newly added rest area that had undergone tremendous changes in just a few days, Su Qing'an felt that he could roughly understand who the investors behind it were.

Mobius was clearly a penniless man who couldn't even secure much funding; only Eden had the motive and ability to do so.

Even though they had become accustomed to Eden's ways, the efficiency of the Previous Civilization's technology, fueled by money, far exceeded their expectations in every sense.

The boy cast aside these trivial thoughts and whispered:

"Yes, when you told me you'd give me a week, you were already prepared to conduct experiments at any time. Just as you said, Idealistic Lifeform are ultimately difficult to fully comprehend in a short period of time. After the basic testing data is complete, all that remains is to direct the three types of End-of-Law class gene sequences."

"However, we only need to propose a general framework for this point; the specific operations can only be carried out through trial and error using the Black Abyss White Flower and the Soul State."

Mobius put down her silver cup and continued:

"In summary, the experiment could have been conducted earlier."

"You mean this, right?"

"That's the truth; a week is the vacation I'm giving you."

"During this period, you can strive to accomplish what you want to accomplish, indulge in pleasure, recklessly indulge in your desires, and play the triumphant song before stepping into the abyss."

"But if you are willing to take up arms now and embark on a path of no return, I have no reason to refuse."

The girl's snake-like eyes were half-closed, their gradually changing emerald green mingling with a languid light. A seductive curve appeared on her lips as she softly spoke:

"After all, time is indeed very important in the present moment."

"Then please prepare for the worst, Mr. Su."

She pulled up a map with corresponding data and images, and asked:

"So, where do you want to go for genetic modification?"

Su Qing'an had no ulterior motives; he calmly analyzed the situation:

"We need to take into account the various variables during genetic modification. Both failure and success will undoubtedly produce visible physical phenomena, and being far away from areas where humans exist is a necessary prerequisite."

Mobius took a sip of her black tea, then lightly tapped one of the pictures to zoom in, saying:

How about Tahiti?

"The largest island in the five major Polynesia island groups, with a total area of about 1,000 square kilometers, is located northeast of New Zealand in the Southern Hemisphere. When viewed from the air, it resembles a fish, and its beautiful scenery made it a popular tourist destination before the Great Honkai."

The girl raised an eyebrow and looked at the information:

"Oh, it also has a cultural and historical background. Have you heard of 'The Moon and Sixpence'?"

"It has another name in this book: Tahiti Island."

She pulled up recent aerial photos and commented:

"Everyone there is dead, and the Honkai Energy phenomenon isn't severe, so the scenery is still beautiful."

Su Qing'an stated:

"Doctor Mobius, we're not going on vacation."

Mobius, unconcerned by this, replied:

"Mr. Su, you must understand that our every move nowadays is subject to oversight from above."

"Of course, I never had any interest in deliberately avoiding these gazes."

"In short, realistically speaking, as long as the premise you mentioned is followed, then there's no problem with genetic modification anywhere, right?"

She said softly:

"What we are about to do, whether it succeeds or fails, will undoubtedly change the world."

"If civilization and history truly exist in the future, then this genetic modification will inevitably be recorded in history."

"Mr. Su, living itself is a grand and solemn journey."

"Whether we choose to go to Luofeng Slope or a cemetery, choosing a destination is always an interesting thing, isn't it?"

While Mobius's argument seems to make sense, this blatant attempt to decorate his own coffin still feels somewhat eerie.

Su Qing'an looked into those eyes and said earnestly:

"I won't die there; that would be pointless."

Mobius paused for a moment, shook his head, and smiled slightly:

"Perhaps that's true for you, Mr. Su."

"But for me, once you stand at the beginning of that place, its value and meaning no longer need to be defined by anyone else."

She slowly walked up to the young man and embraced him. Her hair, as white as a forest at dusk, fell onto his fingertips, making his skin tingle slightly and creating a romantic atmosphere.

The girl's nose drew close to his neck, as close yet distant as a cat's. Her eyes curved, brimming with a gentle smile, and her pink lips parted, uttering what sounded like the ravings of a madwoman:

"No matter what the outcome, it's something to look forward to, isn't it?"

Three hours later, in southern France.

Provence.

This is the world-renowned home of lavender, a blue coastline bordering the Mediterranean Sea, and the birthplace of medieval chivalric love poems.

Before the Great Honkai, millions of people flocked to the French Riviera every year to witness the breathtaking scenery that defied description in books and experience the leisurely pace of life found only in stories of the past.

Some have said that if travel is about escaping the constraints of life, then Provence can make you forget all your worries and sorrows.

That distance, like that between the mortal world and a fairyland, is enough to strip away all the hostility and sorrow that do not belong here.

After the Herrscher of Ice transformed that sky island into countless thin, sharp blades, scattering them like dandelions along the sea to nearby countries, France, which was also located there, was completely submerged by the Honkai Beast.

The Moth to Fire branch here has already lost its purpose before it has even been fully established.

Honkai Energy phenomena and the environment, like locusts swarming across the land, wantonly ravage and destroy most of what is beautiful.

Millions of people have lost their homes, the places they relied on for survival, and the right and qualification to look forward to the future.

When the city gates were shattered, when the tide of Honkai tore apart the defenses of the Holy Gate Project, when the soldiers who took up swords and guns fell in the dried pools of blood, when the old and children had to die in the pale ocean, leaving no trace of their bodies.

The concepts of dignity and honor then appear pale and powerless.

Summer used to be the best time of year in Provence.

But even now, in the height of summer, the clear, transparent sky is no longer visible, nor are the lavender fields that once covered the mountains and fields, sung about in poems, ever seen again.

Times have changed.

Looking at the sky filled with dark dust and wispy clouds, Su Qing'an could no longer enjoy the refreshing air that felt like an iced lemon a few years ago. With each breath, he felt as if the rust and heat of blood and fire were slowly seeping into his lungs, silently burning with a wordless fire.

The sunlight shining on the lavender bouquet gave it a bluish-purple golden hue.

But when the faint light pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds, it cast a blood-red bleakness over the ruins and wilderness.

But perhaps to others, all of this would appear as a desolate and sorrowful scene.

But in the boy's eyes, a different picture was reflected. He gazed at the countless remnants left behind before the tens of millions of souls had dispersed, as if looking at an ever-burning galaxy and fireworks:

"This place is full of the remnants of soul matter."

"I think I understand now how the consciousness and soul of a missionary are born."

Mobius was curious about what those around her thought, so she asked:

"If Fuxi's essence is a conceptual phenomenon that absorbs the souls of all humans who died due to the Honkai, then there shouldn't be any remnants of souls here."

Su Qing'an thought for a moment and replied:

No one can answer this question right now.

"Perhaps her existence itself originates from the level of concepts, drawing not from pure soul matter, but from the very concept of 'the number of people who died because of the Honkai,' a product of its aggregation."

"Or perhaps, the souls that Fuxi gathers are not the entirety of the deceased's souls; she only takes away the more essential aspects, but does not absorb all the soul matter."

Mobius nodded in response and did not ask any further questions.

Behind her was a cold storage facility dropped from an armed helicopter, containing three carriers of End-of-Law class genes. In a moment, she would become a witness to the beginning/end of that path.

"Doctor Mobius"

"Would you like to see what this place used to look like?"

The girl's eyes closed slightly; she did not refuse, but responded softly:

"Extremely happy to."

Thus, [Nian] modulated a suitable soul wavelength, harmonizing the myriad remnants into a wondrous frequency.

The surrounding scenery distorted and dissipated as if rewinding, replaced by a distinctive mountain town. Looking into the distance, a magnificent castle full of historical atmosphere stood atop the mountain, surrounded by endless lavender fields stretching outwards.

In a daze, the world shattered, and a colorful village filled the field of vision. The houses, in shades of peach, bright orange, and vivid yellow, were like toys carelessly placed by children, scattered randomly in the corners of the village, transforming into a beautiful and unique landscape.

The two could almost sense the joy that flowed like a clear spring, inspiring song and laughter.

The scene shifts, showing rows of lavender and sunflowers stretching into the distance, with yellow-walled, blue-windowed brick houses and an apple tree in the distance.

Strange details seeped into the mind with the fluctuations of [thought]: the metal basket of the bicycle, the body of the peaceful old ox, and even the hem of the skirt of the girl in the distance were all filled with bouquets of deep purple and light blue.

The whole world was filled with the rich, ripe scent of grass.

Immediately, countless fragments of eternally burning souls fell like rain, dissipating into nothingness.

The scene abruptly ended, and reality returned to the present.

Su Qing'an said softly:

"This used to be the home of lavender."

Mobius wisely refrained from questioning [the other person's] ability at this point.

In that brief moment, she had completely understood what the other person had done.

But this is not surprising.

Idealistic Lifeform are born with the right and qualification to uncover and control the secrets of the soul, a qualification that humans lack.

She thought for a moment, but instead of rushing the other party to undergo genetic modification, she casually asked in a conversational tone:

"Is this your reason for coming here?"

Su Qing'an answered softly:

Perhaps.

"If I had been able to stop the collapse of that island during the battle with the Herrscher of Ice, this place wouldn't have been obliterated by the Honkai, and perhaps the people here would still be able to see hope for the future."

The boy reached out and caught a few falling specks of illusory dust. He smiled and whispered:

"I don't need to witness such a sorrowful scene."

"For Soul Lifeform, seeing the remains of a soul is far more painful than witnessing death itself."

Mobius's lips curved into a sarcastic smile as she asked:

"Do you feel guilty about this?"

Su Qing'an replied:

"I won't feel guilty about tragedies beyond my control, but I still can't help feeling sorry for them."

The girl commented:

"So what? This place is still not a good place, full of dust ground from corpses and remnants of souls, deathly silent and desolate."

Su Qing'an replied:

"That's good; its existence will remind me again and again why I cannot lose."

The boy looked at the girl who was slowly walking in and whispered:

"Begin, use your Gene Ability."

Mobius's serpentine eyes gradually solidified into a more vibrant color, her excessively long skirt almost dragging on the ground, like slowly spreading paint. She walked over step by step, finally obediently resting her head in his chest. The Honkai Energy, constantly changing like a flame reaction, surged endlessly, completely enveloping the two of them.

Su Qing'an had no interest in the softness of the fabric against her skin. Or rather, even an ordinary person would only perceive a terrifying sense of alienness permeating the surroundings, pressing on their nerves and body, giving every cell the illusion of being constricted.

Countless scales, as soft as feathers, extended and fell, piercing the skin of the body, endlessly entwining flesh and blood. The person's whisper slowly reached the ear, like a ghostly apparition in the night, exuding eeriness.

"As you wish, Mr. Su."

"I will grant you the qualification called [Infinity]."

A huge fire started burning without any wind, raging fiercely.

The intense heat originating from within the genes spreads endlessly like magma.

The boy's vision blurred, and the girl in his arms had long since disappeared. He vaguely looked at the black snake slowly receding into the distance, his lips slightly parted.

Consciousness then tends to decline, while the perspective of the soul remains crystal clear.

The power unique to humankind seemed to be gradually dissipating, yet it suddenly expanded and erupted in the next breath.

All the bones in his body were broken, and his flesh was writhing.

[Chiyou Gene: 17.8%]

The original Fusion Gene were propelled forward in an instant.

But this was only the beginning of the plan. The cryogenic chamber in the distance slowly opened, and amidst the swirling cold mist, three rectangular chambers stepped into the raging fire that had spread there. The sound of shattering echoed, and the gene carriers inside, like metal attracted by a magnet, naturally embraced the boy.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted.

That was the sound of a human body being completely crushed into a ball.

Less than a minute into the game, the number of deaths began to accumulate.

An armed helicopter hovered in the sky, its black serpent gazing down at the endless fire spreading across the surrounding world, its eyes filled with a sinister light.

Evolution has begun.