The woman quirked her lips into a smile. Running her hand through her hair, she said, âBecoming Super Gene means killing these guys who call themselves God.â
âWhy are you trying to do that?â Han Sen was shocked. He knew how scary those beings were. But luckily, they couldnât directly attack the beings of the universe. Their powers were much stronger than any creature within the geno universe. Not even deified beings could be compared to them.
The woman and Sacred Leader had wanted to kill these self-proclaimed gods. And Han Sen shared their insane desire. He just wasnât strong enough right now, so he didnât know how he would eventually bring the gods down.
Because of this, Han Sen had no plans to kill a god just yet. When he had been inside Destinyâs Tower of the Extreme King, he had only seen the statue of a god. If the black crystal armor hadnât helped him, he would have been incapable of defeating the thing.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He couldnât imagine how scary things might have been if he faced a real god.
âI donât know why Sacred Leader was pursuing this goal, but I know I had my reasons,â the woman obviously, obviously not wanting to share her actual reason.
âHaving a Super Gene can allow a person to kill those gods?â Han Sen asked.
âAccording to my research, yes. That is correct.â The woman nodded, speaking with certainty.
But then the woman shook her head, smiling wryly. âBut our research still failed. We discovered a method that could turn a body into a Super Gene, but there was no creature in this universe that could use this method. It was like we were holding a candle, and we knew we could light it, but we didnât have a single match to do so. We were so close to dispelling the darkness, but we couldnât. That was the difficulty we faced. The thing that we lacked to complete The Story of Genes seemed like an insurmountable barrier. It made all of our efforts seem fairly pointless.â
âIs The Story of Genes that difficult to practice? There really wasnât anyone across the entire universe who could use it?â Han Sen asked in confusion. After all, he had already learned The Story of Genes.
The woman thought for a moment, then said, âThis problem is very complicated, and explaining it fully would take some time. Let me use an analogy instead. A horse needs to eat plants for energy, so it can stay alive and run. However, a car requires fuel in order to operate. You cannot give the horse fuel, and you cannot give the car grass. This description isnât perfect, but it sort of gets across what I mean. The Story of Genes has many requirements, and there is no creature in the universe that can satisfy every one of them. You cannot lack in any department.â
Han Sen pretended to understand, but he actually rather confused. He started to ask another question, but he just didnât know how to explain what he didnât understand.
âWho are those people that call themselves Gods? Why can only those with a Super Gene kill them?â Han Sen returned the conversation to the initial question.
âThat question is also complicated. To put it simply, these gods are creatures, but they exist in a different way than we do. Itâs like the difference between corporeal life forms and spirits. But the reality is more complicated, especially when one tries to understand how they interact with our universe.â The woman paused, and then she went on to say, âAnd you asked why those with a Super Gene can kill those who claim to be gods? It all began with a test conducted by the Sacred Leader.â
âWhat test?â Han Sen asked.
The woman didnât answer Han Sen. She stood up and said, âOkay, the gardenâs clean now. Donât you dare make this place dirty again! If you do, Iâll turn you into a pig.â
Han Sen still hung in the air, not daring to touch the ground. He was worried she really would do what she claimed. Considering the womanâs power, she probably had a stronger gene-altering skill than Burning Lamp Alpha did.
âYou still havenât told me what sort of test the Sacred Leader conducted,â Han Sen said to the woman as he hovered in the air.
The woman turned around and looked at Han Sen. âWhy do I have to tell you?â
Han Sen didnât know how to respond. She had no connection to him, and she didnât owe him anything. There really was no reason for her to tell him.
Pang!
While Han Senâs mind raced for an answer, the woman returned to the house and slammed the door.
âShould I tell this woman I have practiced The Story of Genes? If I tell her, I might learn more secrets from her. But she also might catch me and use me as some sort of lab rat. That would be bad.â Han Sen found it to be quite the dilemma, and he was torn on what to do.
The woman had said Han Sen wasnât allowed to touch her stuff. Han Sen didnât want to upset her cleanliness and OCD, so he flew over the fence and landed on the ground outside. He sat there, looking up at the yellow clouds. He pulled out the Wanjie Rubix Cube and sent a video to the Treasure Identifier Elder.
When the Treasure Identifier Elder had played Han Sen last video, it had drawn the focus of all the other races.
That light-yellow clouds became the focus of many elites. When this new video came out, many factions were able to confirm Han Senâs location based on the changes in the cloud patterns.
But because the demon spirit was probably close by, no one dared to go.
The Extreme King wasnât very concerned about it, though. Bao Qin had retreated after he was injured, but the Extreme King had hurriedly sent out more deified elites to prowl through the Tianxia System.
Han Sen sat on the island for hours, trying to decide whether or not he should tell the woman that he had practiced The Story of Genes.
Suddenly, the sea of clouds rumbled. Many giant cloud dragons came roaring out of the veil, pulling the Sea Demon Car to the island.
âThe demon spirit is here!â Han Sen was shocked, and he hastily decided to run.
The woman hadnât killed him, but that didnât mean that the demon spirit would spare him.
âYou come in,â said the woman. He looked up to see her head poking out a window.
Han Sen answered by running into the garden.
âFeet.â The woman frowned.
Han Sen quickly jumped into the air. He flew through the garden, then floated into the house, being careful not to touch anything. He hung in the center of the building, as far away from all of the houseâs contents as he could get.
âDonât say anything, and donât make a noise,â the woman advised him with a frown.
Han Sen nodded but made no further answer.
âGood boy.â The woman smiled, pleased with Han Senâs performance.
Just like the previous two times that Han Sen had seen, the demon spirit stood outside the fence and stared up at the window. The woman ignored him for half the day, becoming grumpier with every second that passed. In the end, she couldnât help but open the window and shout at him.
When the woman grew tired of yelling and subsided into silence, the demon spirit left. It was as if he had come there just so the woman could shout at him. Whatever was going on between the two of them, they obviously had a lot of history.
Han Sen was curious about the relationship between the woman and the demon spirit, but he knew it would be best not to ask the woman just yet. He could see the anger and scorn still etched deeply into her face.
âDo you want to know who that is?â the woman asked. She turned around, her intense eyes landing on Han Sen like physical weights.
âNo.â Han Sen shook his head without thinking. He felt fear when she asked him, and he knew nothing good would come from that particular answer.
The woman was shocked, but she laughed. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she examined Han Sen. âDo you want to know what sort of test Sacred Leader conducted?â