Thus, Zhao Cheng began to think—think about how he could rise to prominence.
Setting aside the question of how he was supposed to cross the stars and blow up the Empire on some distant planet.
For now, Earth's environment was simply abysmal.
Because this world contained supernatural elements, lifeforms mutated with particular ferocity under nuclear radiation. All manner of giant beasts emerged one after another. The finest among them even fed on nuclear radiation, some evolving organs capable of directly carrying out nuclear fission and treating uranium ore as food.
As for their appearances, they were stranger than strange.
Under normal circumstances, such life should have suffered genetic collapse long ago. But thanks to the supernatural "I reckon" property, as long as their convictions were firm enough, they could evolve however they wanted—free to the utmost extreme.
And beyond those naturally mutated giant beasts, during the world wars of years past, the Empire had also created all sorts of biochemical weapons, even warriors that were half flesh and half machine.
Perhaps because the power of "I reckon" had once been too strong, not only did genes mutate, but even lifeless steel mutated along with them. In any case, it was utterly unscientific.
Such things undoubtedly did not exist in either the present timeline or the future timeline Zhao Cheng knew of.
Thus, Zhao Cheng guessed that perhaps the evolutionary power of the evolution sequence had scattered outward.
The rats of this world were lowly lifeforms to begin with, but their greatest advantage was their astonishing fertility. Indeed, radiation meant that many rats did not live long; some even died before they were born. Those that survived came in every conceivable variety—two tails, no eyes, five legs, tentacles growing from their bodies, several extra eyes... there was everything one could imagine.