Super Gene
Super Gene
Table of Contents
Super Gene 1
Chapter 1 – Super Gene 3
Chapter 2 – Ass Freak 7
Chapter 3 – Sacred Blood Armour 11
Chapter 4 – The Old House 15
Chapter 5 - Swift Mantis 18
Chapter 6 – Armour Is Everything 21
Chapter 7 – Dollar 24
Chapter 8 – Primitive Beast Soul 27
Chapter 9 – Sacred Blood Creature 30
Chapter 10 – Bloody Slayer 34
Chapter 11 – Who Is Dollar 37
Chapter 12 – Who Is Scum 40
Chapter 1 – Super Gene
By a stony creek in a valley, a black-clad young man was holding a black beetle
with a metallic sheen that looked like a cross between a crab and a Hercules
beetle.
Holding a dagger in his other hand, the young man swiftly cut the still-
struggling claws off the beetle, revealing white and tender meat.
Almost without hesitation, the young man sucked the meat out of the claws as if
he were eating a crab, and swallowed it together with larger pieces of tougher
meat.
"Black beetle killed. No beast soul gained. Eat the flesh of the black beetle to
gain zero to ten geno points randomly."
"Black beetle flesh eaten. Zero geno points gained."
A strange voice sounded in Han Sen’s mind, and some data also appeared.
"I have received zero geno points from more than thirty black beetles in a row. I
must have eaten too much black-beetle flesh to evolve from it further. Zero
points! When will I ever finish the first evolution and gain status." Han Sen
looked frustrated.
Over a hundred years ago, science and technology reached a very high level,
and humans finally mastered space teleportation technology. Shockingly, when
they tried to be teleported, they found that they were neither sent back to the
past nor teleported to the future. They didn’t even travel from one planet to
another. A completely different world lay at the other end of the space teleport
channel.
A world that human beings could not have imagined. In this world, all scientific
and technological means lost their function: a machine gun in this world was
not even as useful as a steel knife. Missiles and nuclear weapons would not
explode, same as a heap of scrap iron. No mechanical or electronic equipment
would work either.
All kinds of horrible creatures inhabited this world. Human beings, who used to
stand on top of the food chain because of their wisdom and technology fell to
the bottom.
But when people killed certain relatively weak creatures and ate their flesh, they
were surprised to find that their own bodies changed considerably and evolved
quickly in ways that science could not explain.
What made people pleasantly surprised was that in this world, with the
evolution of the body, their lifespans also increased, which was amazing news
to all mankind.
In the following century, more and more people entered this world called
"God’s Sanctuary," gradually became familiar with the rules of this world,
hunted its creatures, and saw their own bodies evolve. The higher the degree of
physical evolution, the longer the life. Theoretically, if you could continue
evolving, it could be possible to live forever.
In this world, science and technology became completely useless. The only
things that could help humans were the most primitive fighting skills. Ancient
martial arts, which were almost forgotten in modern society, had an unexpected
effect here.
All kinds of ancient martial arts had been re-developed, and after more than 100
years of development, new martial arts schools were formed and became
prominent.
In addition to ancient martial arts, God’s Sanctuary offered another tool to
enhance humans, the beast soul.
When killing a creature in God’s Sanctuary, a person had a chance to obtain the
beast soul of the creature. Beast souls had all kinds of forms and appearances.
Some could be summoned to fight for men, and some appeared in the form of
armour or weapon.
In addition, some beast souls could even help humans transform so they could
take the shape of terrifying monsters, magical birds flying between heaven and
earth, or insects drilling underground.
Neither martial arts nor beast souls had anything to do with Han Sen.
Even in modern society, advanced science and technology were in the hands of
just a few people.
Han Sen completed integrated compulsory education and entered God’s
Sanctuary when he turned 16. What he had learned from school was no more
than the beginning level new martial arts that everyone knew.
As for beast souls, they were so expensive that Han Sen couldn’t afford even the
cheapest.
Without martial arts and beast souls, or even advanced man-made alloy
weapons, Han Sen was only able to kill some low-level creatures to eat their
flesh and evolve, and he was having a difficult time in God’s Sanctuary.
But the more meat of low-level creatures he ate, the less effect of evolution he
gained. Three months in God’s Sanctuary and he still could not complete a
physical evolution.
Han Sen had tried to kill some of the more powerful creatures, but even the
weakest primitive creature, the copper-toothed beast, almost took his life. He
had to rest for nearly a month before returning to God’s Sanctuary.
By this time Han Sen had eaten all kinds of ordinary creatures around him, and
it wouldn’t help to eat their flesh any more. If he didn’t risk hunting more
advanced creatures, he would never evolve.
When he was about to try to kill a copper-toothed beast, Han Sen saw
something climbing out from the ripples of the creek.
He originally thought it was a black beetle, but immediately noticed something
different: all black beetles had black shells, but a bright golden colour caught
his eye.
Han Sen gazed at the creature climbing out of the water. It really was a black
beetle, but different from the ordinary ones because of its golden body as big as
a basketball. It was like a sculpture carved from gold, and its eyes were crystal
clear, like gems. It did not even look like a living thing unless observed
carefully.
"Why is this black beetle so strange?" Han Sen stared at the golden black beetle.
Recently he had killed countless black beetles and knew everything about them.
Their vision was poor, but their hearing was very sensitive. As long as he
remained still, even in close proximity, a black beetle would not notice his
presence.
Han Sen stared at the strange beetle, and unexpectedly, it climbed toward him.
Without hesitation, when the golden black beetle crawled next to Han Sen, he
held down the golden black beetle’s shell with one hand and swiftly cut into its
fragile joints with the dagger in his other hand. He made six clean cuts
vertically and horizontally to remove all six claws of the beetle.
The golden black beetle struggled and flipped over. Taking this opportunity,
Han Sen pierced his dagger into a white mark on its belly and turned it sharply.
The golden black beetle suddenly stopped moving.
Han Sen was stunned by the sudden voice in his head, and he could hardly
believe it was true. Sacred-blood creature and sacred-blood beast soul: were
those even real?
The creatures of God’s Sanctuary were divided into four parts: ordinary
creatures, primitive creatures, mutant creatures and sacred-blood creatures.
Different geno points could be gained by eating flesh of creatures of different
types.
At that time, there were four God’s Sanctuary phases known to men. With each
physical evolution completed, access to the next space would be permitted. The
more powerful the geno points used in evolution, the higher the likelihood of
surviving in the next space.
Sacred-blood beast souls were without any doubt the best beast souls. Any
sacred-blood beast soul could be sold at an enormous price.
When Han Sen finally realized what had really happened, he was almost
trembling. Holding the dagger to pick open the shell of the black beetle, he
filled his mouth with meat as tender as jelly.
Feeling the flesh turn to energy and hearing the voice in his mind almost
brought Han Sen to tears.
He grabbed a claw and sucked out all meat from it, feeling waves of energy
hitting his body and boiling his blood.
There was not much difference between eating a sacred-blood black beetle and
eating a crab. After sucking the meat clean from all six claws, Han Sen started
to cut the meat inside the shell.
Han Sen returned to his room, made a fire, and started boiling the black beetle
claws and shells in a pot.
Without tools and know-how, he could only use the most primitive methods to
process the shells and extract the geno essence.
The shell of a sacred-blood creature would take more than an hour or two to
cook, so Han Sen covered the lid and took out the black crystal to take a closer
look.
Still, no clues whatsoever.
Suddenly, Han Sen caught a glimpse of the caged green-scaled beast the size of
a civet cat in the corner of his room and suddenly had an idea.
Like black beetles, this green-scaled beast was an ordinary creature. Han Sen
used to prey on them and bring them back to cook and eat to increase his geno
points.
But later, green-scaled beasts no longer increased his geno points, so Han Sen
didn’t eat the last beast and forgot about it. Surprisingly, it was still alive.
He grabbed the moribund green-scaled beast from the cage, hesitated for a
moment and was about to feed the black crystal to the beast.
To his surprise, seeing the black crystal, the dying green-scaled beast gathered
all its strength to stretch out its tongue, roll the black crystal back into its mouth
and swallow the whole crystal.
"There is indeed something magical about the black crystal!" Han Sen was
stunned and found that the green-scaled beast seemed considerably livelier after
swallowing the crystal, its four claws scratching and head moving to bite Han
Sen’s hand, which was on its neck.
Han Sen threw the green scaled beast back into the cage and carefully watched
it. The beast, which hadn’t fed for days, completely recovered its vitality,
thrashing and scratching wildly in the cage, just like it had when it was first
caught.
Han Sen sat across from the cage and watched the movements of the green-
scaled beast. He had a guess, and if he was right, he might have obtained
something incredible—something more exciting than a sacred-blood creature.
But Han Sen was afraid he was wrong, so he could only stare at the green-
scaled beast anxiously, hoping to see the change that he desired.
Han Sen nervously stared intently and did not realize that he was starving until
he smelled bone broth from the pot.
Looking at the time, he noticed almost 24 hours had passed. Rising to check the
black beetle shell in the pot, he saw the golden color of the shell had been
boiled off and the broth had become golden. It smelled so good that the hungry
young man’s mouth watered.
About to scoop up a bowl of soup, Han Sen suddenly heard iron breaking from
the cage of the green-scaled beast. He quickly turned around and saw the green-
scaled beast had bitten off an iron bar of the cage and stretched out his head
from the inside.
Its light green scales had now completely turned a dark green color. Its teeth had
become sharp and the tips of its four claws were like iron hooks. The beast was
about to come out of the cage.
Han Sen was pleasantly surprised and pulled out the dagger from his waist. He
rushed to the front of the cage and stabbed the dagger into the lower belly of the
green-scaled beast. With a turn of the dagger, the green scaled beast stopped
struggling.
"Primitive creature green-scaled beast killed. No beast soul gained. Eat the
flesh of the primitive green-scaled beast to gain zero to ten points randomly."
The strange voice sounded in Han Sen’s mind and left him stunned.
"Primitive green-scaled beast ... Primitive creature ... So the crystal can really
make these creatures evolve ... " Han Sen was overwhelmed with joy and did
not know how to react.
After a long time, he suddenly cut open the green-scaled beast with the dagger
and uncovered the crystal as big as a pigeon egg. Taking no heed of the blood
on it, he kissed the crystal twice and then wiped it clean, holding it in his hands
like it was a great treasure.
"The crystal was really the reason the black beetle became a sacred-blood
creature ... If the green-scaled beast had continued to evolve, could it have
become a sacred blood creature too? " Han Sen almost dared not think about it,
because it was just too amazing.
He was so excited that his hands were trembling while holding the crystal. He
bit his tongue and cried out of pain so as to know that it really was not a dream.
After remaining excited for quite a while, Han Sen carefully put the crystal
away, gobbled up the shell broth, and gained another sacred geno point,
bringing his geno point count to eight.
Without tools and means, his primitive method couldn’t extract all geno essence
from the shell, but it was good enough that he gained one sacred geno point.
Han Sen realized that he had gained a sacred-blood beast soul of a black beetle
when he killed the golden black beetle, and he quickly accessed his profile.
"What would the armour of sacred-blood black beetle’s beast soul look like?"
Before Han Sen finished the thought, a golden shadow shot out of thin air,
looking exactly like the golden black beetle.
The golden black beetle flew to Han Sen’s chest, turned into a golden liquid and
started to cover his whole body. In the blink of an eye, Han Sen’s whole body,
together with his hair, was all wrapped up.
The streamlined gold armour was full of power and impact, and covered his
whole body as if it were a suit of gothic Medieval armour instilled with
improved aerodynamics—it looked just like a piece of art.
The whole suit of armour felt full of power and speed, making Han Sen look
slender and majestic, as if his whole body were full of explosive power.
With shining metallic lustre, the armour was gorgeous and had a solid texture.
At first glance, it was even somewhat like the gold cloth worn by Golden Saints.
The difference between the gold cloth and the beast soul armour was that the
armour covered the head and body completely, with only a few gaps in the
joints where different pieces overlapped, just like the black beetle itself, which
was the only weakness of the beast soul armour.
Han Sen moved around in the armour and there was no feeling of heaviness or
clumsiness. Instead he felt that his body had become a little lighter and full of
energy.
"Indeed, this was armour from a sacred-blood beast soul. It is way more
gorgeous than the ones from primitive beast souls that I often have seen at Steel
Armour Shelter." Han Sen felt ecstatic. He used to envy people in armour of
primitive beast souls and had never thought he would get a suit of a sacred-
blood beast soul one day.
Chapter 4 – The Old House
"Yate Group President Zhao Yalong completed the third evolution, entered
Fourth God’s Sanctuary, and became the 83rd human in history to enter Fourth
God’s Sanctuary. His life span has reached 500 years and he has gained the
status of demigod..."
"The prodigy from Raikot Galaxy, Lange, entered Second God’s Sanctuary with
100 mutation geno points. His life span has reached 300 years and he has gained
the status of evolver..."
"The speaker of the House of Representatives, Hemingway, killed a demigod
creature star of the ocean yesterday, and was the first to accomplished this
feat..."
"According to authoritative experts, in ten years someone will complete the
fourth evolution for the first time and advance into Fifth God’s Sanctuary..."
Han Sen had just teleported from the Steel Armor Shelter and the news was
playing on a virtual screen.
"Evolver, surpasser and demigod. With the black crystal, I will be able to do all
that, and go even farther." Han Sen shook his fist, stepped away from the
teleport station, and took the maglev train home.
Before he went into the yard, Han Sen heard a harsh female voice.
"Luo Sulan, do you want to take the old house of the Hans? This house was our
parents’, and my two elder brothers and I each own a part. Now my eldest
brother has passed. We won’t bully you, since you are a widow, and will leave
you, his share. But if you want to take everything, we will never agree. "
"That’s right!" The voice of a middle-aged man chimed in. "The old house has
always been the inheritance of our parents. All of us have rights to it, and you
can’t keep it for yourselves. Your family has lived here for more than 20 years,
so you have already taken advantage of us in a big way. It is time to divide the
inheritance."
"My brother has said it," a soft-pitched male voice continued. "You lived in the
old house for more than 20 years. We will not collect the rent, but this old house
is our inheritance and has to be divided."
A young woman’s voice could be heard saying, "We have an estimate from a
lawyer, and this old house is now worth more than three million. We are three
households, so we should get a million each. You can either give each of us a
million and own this old house outright, or sell the house, and then we all split
the money. We are okay with either option you choose."
"Exactly, now that our eldest brother is gone, we won’t bully his widow and
kids. You can give us money or sell the house, as you like," the harsh first voice
began again.
"Brother and sister, there is no need to force me. You know our situation. We
don’t have two million," a woman said sadly.
"Then put the house up for sale," the harsh woman immediately said.
"Where would we live without a house? Han Sen just graduated and Han Yan is
about to go to school," the sad woman said.
"Sister-in-law, this is not reasonable. How are you the only one with troubles?
Your kids Han Sen and Han Yan are only enrolled in integrated compulsory
education, while my Han Hao goes to a private school. His tuition gives me
grey hair every year. "
"Sister, you are right. We are all having a hard time and everyone needs money.
Why don’t we just sell the house? We could all take some, and you could afford
Han Yan’s education," said the effeminate voice.
"Anyway, you either give us money or sell the house. Your choice," the young
woman said coldly.
Outside the house, Han Sen became furious as he listened. He pushed the door
open and saw his mother shedding tears while holding his sister, Han Yan. The
five-year-old girl curled up in the arms of her mother, her big eyes full of fear.
Next to them, two men and two women were all smiling indifferently.
"How dare you come here and ask for the old house?" Han Sen pointed to the
fierce-looking fat woman and exclaimed in anger. "Aunt, you used to be an
accountant in the company and brought about tens of millions in bad debts. Did
my dad not help you after you begged him?"
"Han Sen, what nonsense. Who caused bad debts? Stop lying," the skinny guy
with the effeminate voice cried, pointing to Han Sen.
"Uncle, you embezzled the company’s public funds to invest and lost a few
million." Han Sen pointed to the skinny guy. "Did you not come to my home
and get on your knees to beg my dad for help?"
"And you, uncle, you owed so many gambling debts that you were almost
forced to commit suicide. Who helped you? When you were almost beaten to
death, who saved your life?" Han Sen pointed to the fat, middle-aged man.
"Starry Group wanted to acquire our family business. If my dad didn’t represent
all of you and then had a falling out with Starry Group, would he have died in
such a shady way?" Han Sen clenched his teeth, looking at the four. "But you,
you skipped my dad’s funeral and sold the company to Starry Group upon his
death. Did you give us any of the money you got from selling the company?
Also, who paid for YOUR houses when you got married? Were those houses
any cheaper than this old house? Did you take care of your parents for a single
day when they were alive? How dare you come here to ask for a share of the old
house?"
"Stop it! Your father only did what he wanted to do. The company belonged to
my father, and we all have shares. He can’t decide for us. And surely, we can
spend the money of the company," Uncle Han Lei said brazenly.
"That’s true. Your father was a dictator, and we are only getting our own money
back. It does not matter what you say. Give the money or sell the house,
otherwise we’ll see you in court. You will lose the case wherever we go," Aunt
Han Yumei shouted.
"It’s all your dad’s fault ... " They started to accuse Han Sen’s late father.
Han Sen was shaking with anger and felt wronged for his father. When his
father took over the company, it was only a small business, worth one or two
million. He spent so much effort for the company to bloom and had to look after
his family and make up for their mistakes. A few times the company was on the
brink of bankruptcy due to liquidity problems. And he even died for the
company. After his death, however, his wife and children were bullied by the
relatives that he used to help.
When Han Sen’s father was alive, he always said that they were family and
there’s no need to argue. And what an irony it has become now!
If they truly needed the money and had difficulties, Han Sen would just agree to
give it. But all the private aircrafts they piloted here were worth more than a
million. And they at least got ten million from selling the company, which all
fell into their pockets, and nothing was given to Han Sen’s family. It was simply
impossible that they didn’t even have a million.
Chapter 5 - Swift Mantis
After making a fuss at Han Sen’s home, Han Yumei and Han Lei gave his
family an ultimatum—they had to come up with the money or sell the house in
one month, otherwise they would file a lawsuit.
"I’m so useless that I can’t even keep the house." Luo Sulan held Han Yan; her
face covered with tears.
Luo Sulan was a gentle lady. When Han Sen’s father was still alive, she was
treated like a princess. She didn’t even know how to sweep the floor, let alone
do other chores. Han Sen knew how difficult it was for her to raise his sister and
him after his father passed away.
"Don’t worry, Mom. I am here even though Dad isn’t. I will not let them take
away our house. You take a rest and I’ll consult Uncle Zhang on the matter."
Han Sen called a friend of his father’s, Mr. Zhang. He was the lawyer who used
to work in their family business as legal counsel.
"Hi, Uncle Zhang? This is Sen ... Is your back any better? I have a legal matter
that I want to ask you about ... so ... " Han Sen looked a little pale when he hung
up.
He had confirmed that his relative told the truth—they do have rights to a part
of the house. And if they really did go to court, the verdict would be close to
what they’ve asked for—to either pay them money or sell the house.
"Sen, what did Mr. Zhang say?" Luo Sulan asked Han Sen, looking at him
nervously.
"Don’t you worry, Mom. I have checked with Uncle Zhang and there is a
solution. You just make sure Yan is okay, and I’ll take care of this. The house
will not be taken away by anyone," Han Sen said with a smile.
"That’s good ... that’s great ... " Luo Sulan breathed a sigh of relief.
Having rested at home for a night, Han Sen took a train to the teleport station
and entered God’s Sanctuary in the morning.
Han Sen was teleported to his room at the Steel Armor Shelter. When one was
teleported into God’s Sanctuary, one would appear in a certain room only
accessible to him or her. Unless permitted by the owner, others were not able to
enter the room.
Before finishing the first evolution and entering Second God’s Sanctuary, this
was Han Sen’s home in God’s Sanctuary.
Now Han Sen had no power or influence. The only solution was to come up
with two million dollars in a month if he wanted to keep the house.
Although he felt it was unfair, without power, there was nothing left to do.
Two million Levo dollars was an enormous amount for a young man who just
finished integrated compulsory education.
In the past, Han Sen couldn’t have earned two million in a year, let alone in a
month. But now everything was different. In fact, if he had not already cooked
the shell of the sacred-blood black beetle, the shell alone would be worth one or
two million.
Even without the shell, he still had the black crystal that could make creatures
evolve. As long as he had that, two million was nothing.
Looking at the body of the primitive green-scaled beast on the ground, Han Sen
hesitated for a moment before cutting the body into pieces. He then dried the
meat, made it into beef jerky and carried it with him in his waist pack.
He must first catch a creature before he could use the crystal to make it evolve
and trade the flesh of the evolved creature for money. Now that Han Sen owned
a suit of sacred-blood-beast soul armour, he could up his game and start to hunt
primitive creatures instead of ordinary creatures.
Primitive creatures weren’t worth much, and he would waste a day’s time
waiting for an ordinary creature to evolve into a primitive one. To come up with
two million, Han Sen would need to sell at least a mutant creature.
Primitive creatures were usually seen a dozen kilometres from Steel Armor
Shelter. Han Sen had not dared to go that far before, but now he has his armour.
This time, his goal was no longer a copper toothed beast, the weakest among all
primitive creatures, but the swift mantis often spotted in Zephyr Valley.
Although a primitive creature, a swift mantis had a fragile body and could easily
be killed by a normal alloy dagger if stabbed in a vulnerable spot. However, a
swift mantis was so fast that ordinary people couldn’t keep up with it. And its
pair of hacksaw-like forelegs could easily split human bones. Once hit by the
forelegs, a person would be crippled, if not killed. So few humans would go to
hunt this creature.
For Han Sen, however, the swift mantis was the best option. It was in the end
only a primitive creature, and there was no way it could cut open his sacred-
blood-beast soul armour. If he couldn’t be hurt by the mantis, surely, he could
kill it.
The most important thing was that with claws and wings cut off, a swift mantis
could no longer fight back but could still live. This way, Han Sen could easily
take it back, keep it in his room, and use the black crystal to make it evolve into
a mutant creature before he sold its flesh.
Of course, if he were able kill a few swift mantises and got lucky, he might even
gain a beast soul.
The beast soul of a swift mantis was in the shape of a swift jagged blade, which
was a long dagger, a type of weapon Han Sen had mastered.
Although the swift jagged blade was only a primitive beast soul weapon, it was
the sharpest of all primitive weapons, and could even compare to some mutant
beast soul weapons.
Because of the danger of hunting swift mantises, few would go to Zephyr
Valley, and even fewer had obtained a swift jagged blade. If the rare weapon
were to be sold, it would cost more than two million. So, if Han Sen could score
a beast soul of a swift mantis, there would be no need to sell mutant creature
flesh any more.
The closer Han Sen got to Zephyr Valley, the fewer people he could see. Around
the valley, there was no human activity at all.
Han Sen did not dare to go too deep, so he found a hidden place and summoned
the sacred-blood black beetle beast soul to cover himself in the golden armour.
Taking a deep breath, he sneaked towards Zephyr Valley.
Han Sen did not dare to go too fast. The valley was covered with trees and wild
grass as tall as a man. As the trees and grass swung with the wind, it was
difficult to spot any swift mantis that might be hiding there. Even momentary
carelessness could lead to broken bones from a mantis attack.
Chapter 6 – Armour Is Everything
Suddenly, Han Sen saw something green, about a foot-long, sticking to the grass
like a leaf. If he didn’t look closely, he would’ve thought it was part of the grass
and would have never imagined it to be a swift mantis that could split a human
skull with a single blow.
Its pair of sickle-like, jagged forelegs were even longer than its body. Dark
green in colour, the forelegs were covered in a metal sheen, and were nothing
like its fragile body. The rigidity of the forelegs was definitely comparable to
the most advanced alpha alloy.
Han Sen was lucky that he found the swift mantis before it saw him. Moving
towards it, he calculated the nearest he could get to it before being noticed by
the swift mantis.
When he was about six feet away from the swift mantis, Han Sen did not dare to
go any farther, fearing he might lose the opportunity to attack by stealth.
Tightly holding the dagger in his hand, Han Sen rushed out from the grass and
cut at the swift mantis’ waist in a fast and ruthless strike.
But Han Sen had still underestimated the speed and responsiveness of the swift
mantis. It had noticed his presence the moment he rushed out. All of a sudden, it
rose into the air, gliding with wings spread towards Han Sen in a truly swift
move. Its forelegs had cut him in the head before he could even react.
Han Sen subconsciously stepped back in shock, yet the mantis foreleg still hit
his head. With a sound of metal clashing, Han Sen felt only slight discomfort, as
if his head were hit by a stone. And there was not even a scratch on the sacred-
blood-beast soul armour.
Filled with ecstasy, Han Sen seized the opportunity to cut into the slim waist of
the swift mantis in front of him with a fierce stab. The swift mantis was cut into
two halves, green mantis blood splashing him wet all over.
Han Sen didn’t care at all and listened to the strange voice in his head blissfully.
"Primitive creature swift mantis killed. No beast soul gained. Eat the swift
mantis to gain zero to ten primitive geno points randomly."
Touching his helmet where the swift mantis cut to feel it was still smooth, Han
Sen thought to himself in excitement, "Ha-ha, the armour is everything! With
my armour, I could kill whatever I want to kill and no one could ever hurt me. I
wouldn’t even fear mutant creatures."
Han Sen suddenly gained courage and stopped hiding. He marched to Zephyr
Valley and alerted several swift mantises to attack, but they couldn’t hurt him at
all by cutting his armour. Han Sen took the opportunity to kill them all, each
with one stab.
"Primitive creature swift mantis killed. No beast soul gained. Eat the swift
mantis to gain zero to ten points randomly."
"Primitive creature swift mantis killed ..."
The voice continuously sounded in his mind, adding to his thrill. He stabbed his
way through the valley and killed more 20 mantises in succession.
...
Su Xiaoqiao was on his way to Zephyr Valley as well, quietly mulling over his
own bad luck.
His parents were the owners of an interstellar conglomerate and were
considered both distinguished and aristocrats. He, however, was randomly
assigned to Steel Armor Shelter, where he had no friends or even acquaintances.
To get an aristocratic title, Su Xiaoqiao could only choose to follow Qin Xuan
in order to max out on mutant geno points and become an evolver.
There were two types of titles in Levo Interstellar Alliance. One was
"distinguished"—once one became a surpasser, one could be certified as
distinguished. The other was an "aristocratic." If one could evolve with 100
mutant or more advanced geno points, one could be certified as an aristocrat.
Either title involved a lot of benefits in the Alliance, and most importantly they
were a symbol of social status. Today in the Alliance, people were more and
more snobby. People from the upper class wouldn’t even talk to someone
without a title, even when doing business.
Advanced titles like sacred-blood aristocrat were beyond Su Xiaoqiao’s dreams.
All he wanted was to gain the title of ordinary aristocrat by maxing out on
mutant geno points and completing an evolution.
However, to get 100 mutant geno points was still too difficult for him on his
own. He did bring a lot of money to Steel Armor Shelter, but money could only
buy ordinary and primitive creature flesh, as very few people would sell mutant
creatures. Only people who aimed to max out on sacred geno points like Qin
Xuan would sometimes sell the mutant creature flesh they had. However, it
wasn’t money that she wanted, but loyalty and service.
Su Xiaoqiao was now running errands for Qin Xuan, exploring the places less
known to people and looking for traces of sacred-blood and mutant creatures to
gather information for her. With the information, she could then gather a team to
hunt down these creatures, and the team members would get mutant creature
flesh in return.
Su Xiaoqiao had been exploring for a month and found no traces of mutant
creatures, not to mention sacred-blood ones. Running out of supplies, he had to
return to Steel Armor Shelter. When he passed Zephyr Valley, he thought there
might be mutant creatures around, as the area was so sparsely populated.
After he sneaked in the valley, he felt something strange.
He didn’t see any swift mantises, not even one. A mile into the valley, all he saw
were some messy traces on the ground.
"Someone must have wiped out the swift mantises. Fist Guy or Son of Heaven?
No. Although there are signs of fighting, there should be more damage if it were
a group of people ... "
Surprised, Su Xiaoqiao sped into the valley, wondering what had happened.
As he expected, there were many green blood stains from swift mantises along
the way. He followed the blood stains and turned a corner. What he saw stopped
him in his tracks, appalled.
Next to the piled bodies of swift mantises stood a golden figure. In the sun, the
figure looked like a robot in gold cast armour.
Chapter 7 – Dollar
"Brother, you killed all these swift mantises?" Su Xiaoqiao saw no one except
for the guy in golden armour.
The dead mantises were still bleeding, so they couldn’t have been dead for long.
Su Xiaoqiao couldn’t believe that someone was able to kill so many mantises in
such a short amount of time.
Although the swift mantis was only a primitive creature, considering the
sharpness of its forelegs and its speed, even those who had maxed out on
primitive geno points didn’t dare to provoke it.
After all, there were too many weak spots on human body, and no one wanted to
risk losing his life or getting severely injured from a mantis cut.
There were at least three dozen dead swift mantises on the ground. Even Qin
Xuan would need some helping hands to achieve this. Su Xiaoqiao wouldn’t
believe that someone could have done it alone.
"Want some? A thousand Levo dollars each." Han Sen was just considering
what to do with the mantises. He was on a killing spree and forgot the fact that
there was no way he could eat so much mantis meat. And even if he could eat
them all, only the first few could gain him geno points.
"A thousand each? Are you sure?" Su Xiaoqiao looked at him, surprised.
Although many people were able to hunt primitive creatures, they were in short
supply, especially the ones that most people had never eaten, like swift mantis.
After all, people’s energy was limited, and there was a limit to how many geno
points the meat from the same type of creature could offer. Only by eating the
flesh of a variety of creatures could one keep collecting geno points.
Those who were relatively well-off would all be willing to pay for the creatures
they hadn’t eaten yet in order to be able to quickly max out on their primitive
geno points.
Therefore, the primitive creatures that were easy to kill could bring a few
hundred each, while the ones that were difficult to hunt, such as the swift
mantis, could sell for two or three thousand each and still be in short supply.
Su Xiaoqiao calculated and figured that he could double or triple the price if he
could transport these mantis bodies back.
"Yes, a thousand Levo dollars each." Han Sen nodded.
It wasn’t that Han Sen did not know what the mantises were worth. Without a
car or other tools, there was simply no way he could move all these bodies back
on his own.
And if he left now, the bodies might be stolen when he returned.
Moreover, Han Sen did not want to waste his time and energy on this. He had
more important things to do, and he could take some loss of the profits—as the
wholesaler, he had to leave some profit to the retailer.
"Sure, I’ll take them all. How many are there?" Su Xiaoqiao was onboard. The
swift mantises could bring him more than money.
Primitive creatures like the swift mantis that ordinary people couldn’t easily
access would make great gifts. No one could refuse such a nice offer, as long as
they hadn’t maxed out on primitive geno points.
"A total of forty-three. I’ll give you a discount and charge only forty thousand."
Han Sen was just casually asking and did not expect this ordinary-looking guy
to be so rich that he could buy them all.
Su Xiaoqiao took out his wallet and pulled out ten ten-thousand-dollar notes.
"Brother, I’ll give you fifty thousand for these mantises. The other fifty
thousand is a down payment for whatever good stuff you may have in the
future. I’ll always give you a good price and would pay even higher for mutant
creature flesh."
A hundred thousand was a small amount for Su Xiaoqiao. It would even cost
him as much to buy someone a fancy dinner. This person was so bad-ass that he
killed all these mantises on his own, so it was highly likely that he could hunt
mutant creatures too. If it was possible to purchase mutant creature flesh from
him, a few hundred million was nothing.
"Couldn’t tell you were rich," Han Sen took the money and said bluntly, looking
at Xiaoqiao slightly surprised.
"In all honesty, money is all I have. If you have mutant creature flesh to sell, do
let me know. The price is definitely not a problem," Su Xiaoqiao boasted, afraid
that he might lose this great opportunity.
"Great. What’s your name and address? I will come and find you if I have
something." Han Sen appreciated Xiaoqiao’s generosity, and thought he might
be an ideal buyer for the mutant creature he planned to produce using the black
crystal.
After all, the black crystal had to remain a secret. Selling the creature to one
person was much better than selling it in the market in front of everyone.
And he didn’t even need to worry about the price since Xiaoqiao was incredibly
rich.
"Brother, my name is Su Xiaoqiao, and that’s my real name. My room number
at Steel Armor Shelter is 1046. How about you? What’s your name and where
do you live?" Su Xiaoqiao said.
"Dollar. That’s the only thing I care about. Prepare some money, and I’ll go to
room 1046 once I have something." Han Sen put the money into his pocket,
waved goodbye to Xiaoqiao and left Zephyr Valley.
Having been through his father’s death, Han Sen did not want to have too many
exchanges with others. He just wanted to take care of his mother and sister and
do his own thing. Other people or things didn’t really affect him.
"Brother, I’ll wait for you. You must come! Remember, the price is definitely
not a problem..." Su Xiaoqiao shouted at the back of Han Sen while waving his
hand.
After Han Sen left, Su Xiaoqiao couldn’t help but call out: "How could I get
these back?"
Su Xiaoqiao thought for a while and decided to carry some back in a bag and
ask some friends to help him carry the rest.
Fortunately, there were almost no humans in Zeohyr Valley. When Su Xiaoqiao
came back with friends, all the bodies were still there.
"Xiaoqiao, is it true that Dollar killed all these swift mantises?" Su Xiaoqiao’s
friends looked wide-eyed at the pile of mantis bodies.
"Of course. Although I did not see him hunting, there was no one else in Zephyr
Valley at the time and the mantises had just died. Who else could it be?" Su
Xiaoqiao said.
"I think it must be a gang of people that killed these swift mantises, and others
must have left him to deal with the bodies. I don’t believe one person could kill
so many mantises. He must be bragging! "
"He was definitely bragging."
None of Su Xiaoqiao’s friends believed Han Sen killed the swift mantises alone.
Chapter 8 – Primitive Beast Soul
Han Sen didn’t go back to Steel Armor Shelter after leaving Zephyr Valley. In a
flash, he killed every swift mantis in a frenzy so that there were none left.
"Well, I’ll just go hunt a copper-toothed beast. There are plenty of them near
Steel Armor Shelter and there is a high chance of catching a mutant copper
toothed beast, so it wouldn’t seem too suspicious if I were to produce a mutant
one using the crystal." Han Sen found a habitat of copper-toothed beasts and
wanted to catch one that was alone.
Only able to find a small group of copper-toothed beasts, Han Sen went ahead
and killed all of them but one, taking advantage of his tough armour.
"Primitive creature copper-toothed beast killed. No beast soul gained. Eat the
flesh of copper-toothed beast to gain zero to ten primitive geno points
randomly."
"Primitive creature copper-toothed beast killed. Primitive beast soul of copper-
toothed beast gained. Eat the flesh of copper-toothed beast to gain zero to ten
primitive geno points randomly."
Han Sen’s eyes widened in surprise. The forty-three swift mantises and
thousands of ordinary creatures he had killed didn’t render a single beast soul.
Now he had killed only two copper-toothed beasts and gained a beast soul!
"To get a beast soul requires pure luck." Han Sen was filled with joy. Although
it was common, the beast soul of a copper-toothed beast was quite nice to have.
The copper-toothed beast was one of the weakest among all primitive creatures,
but its beast soul was popular. Han Sen summoned the new beast soul, and a
porcupine-like shadow with bronze fangs shifted into a bronze crescent spear in
his hand.
The crescent spear had a bronzy sheen and a menacing look with its crescent-
shaped spear head.
Without thinking, Han Sen summoned the beast soul of bloody slayer and a
majestic shadow galloped out, looking just like the monster, only missing the
giant axe.
The beast soul ran towards Han Sen and was instantly integrated with him. His
body was transformed into a bloody slayer and the black-beetle armor changed
its shape accordingly, still fully covering Han Sen’s body as a bloody slayer.
After all, beast soul armor was not as rigid as man-made ones and could change
according to the shape of the body.
After shapeshifting, Han Sen felt so energetic that the golden axe was now
nothing to him. Running with four hoofs, he also became incredibly fast.
Han Sen surged up the mountain at full speed and disappeared, far outpacing the
gang.
Everyone was speechless, as everything happened so fast. Many smirked as
they watched Son of Heaven and others who were still chasing Han Sen.
"S*#t! Who was that guy? He’s got some nerve jumping into the boiling pot!
And what loot! In addition to the golden axe, he gained a sacred-blood beast
soul! Can you imagine how much it must be worth?"
"You think you could buy a sacred-blood beast soul just with money?"
"Ha-ha, Son of Heaven must be so mad. A sacred-blood beast soul! It would
have been his but was taken away."
"The arrow he used seemed like a one-off sacred-blood beast soul. And what did
he get in return for such investment... LOL..."
"I’m just afraid Son of Heaven will lose his mind."
"Didn’t expect there to be a sacred-blood beast soul! How lucky that guy is! He
could never have killed the monster alone. And a dozen sacred-blood creatures
may not even render a single beast soul. It just happened that he gained
everything with the last hit."
"Who was that guy indeed? Is there such a person in Steel Armor Shelter?"
"I heard someone call him Doll, but not sure."
"Doll! Interesting name."
After less than an hour, Son of Heaven returned gloomily with his gang, but
people already knew it was impossible to find someone on the winding
mountain trails.
Son of Heaven immediately questioned Su Xiaoqiao when he got back. His
exclamation "Dollar" had been a mistake.
Su Xiaoqiao had no choice but to tell him everything about how he met Han
Sen, which wasn’t very helpful since all he had was a name, Dollar.
Son of Heaven didn’t fully believe him, but couldn’t do much as Su Xiaoqiao
was in Qin Xuan’s gang. He bitterly led his gang back to Steel Armor Shelter
and locked down the shelter, swearing to find Dollar and cut him into pieces.
Most people did not learn the name Dollar, while "Doll" became popular. For a
while, Doll, Son of Heaven, sacred-blood creature, and sacred-blood beast soul
became the most popular topics in Steel Armor Shelter.
Chapter 11 – Who Is Dollar
Han Sen was digging a pit at the foot of the mountain, planning to bury the
giant golden axe there.
Although he escaped the manhunt of Son of Heaven by shapeshifting into the
blood slayer, there was a limit to how long he could shapeshift.
As one of the most powerful beast soul types, shapeshifting beast souls could
directly impart significant changes to a human body, which could be unbearable
for those with weak genes.
The stronger the creature one wanted to shapeshift into, the more geno points
and bodies were needed.
In general, for primitive beast souls, the number of minutes the body could
withstand the shapeshifting was equal to the number of primitive geno points
gained. In addition, one mutant geno point could support ten minutes of
shapeshifting with primitive beast souls; and in turn, ten primitive geno points
could support one minute of shapeshifting with mutant beast souls.
Now Han Sen had eight sacred geno points, which could last him only eight
minutes for shapeshifting as a blood slayer. Even counting the ordinary,
primitive and mutant genes he had gained altogether, he could shapeshift for
less than ten minutes.
It was enough for escaping, but if he were to fight a gang of people, he could
only kill one or two before his time was up.
No one could see a sacred-blood beast soul if it wasn’t summoned, yet the
golden axe could not be turned invisible. The person he mainly had offended
was Son of Heaven, yet the campaign was a joint one, and the axe should’ve
been the mutual gain of all three gangs. Hence, Han Sen had pissed off all of
them and could only bury the axe in that spot for the time being.
"If I could sell the giant golden axe, it should easily bring at least two million."
Han Sen was still excited after burying the axe.
A sacred-blood gear was not as valuable as a sacred-blood beast soul, but still
considered almost priceless. If he could sell it, two million would be a small
amount.
As for the sacred-blood beast soul, Han Sen had not even thought of selling.
This was the bedrock of his survival and success in God’s Sanctuary, and it
would be like killing the goose that lays the golden egg if he were to sell it.
Returning to Steel Armor Shelter, he saw Luo Tianyang guarding the gate with
others. Everyone who tried to enter the shelter was interrogated.
"Can you even see what beast souls I have?" Han Sen had no fear as he had
already buried the golden axe.
A young man at the gate stopped him and wanted to do a body search on him,
while Luo Tianyang said, "Why waste any time on that scumbag. How is it even
possible that he would be Dollar?
"F*#k off." The young man pushed Han Sen away and turned to search other
people.
Han Sen looked at Luo Tianyang with a sneer and went into the shelter.
Everyone in the street was talking about what had happened at Sunset Slope.
Listening to people calling him Doll, Han Sen thought, "Damn Su Xiaoqiao.
Who told you to call me Doll?" He was happy to know that Son of Heaven was
furious and strode back to his room.
In another room, Su Xiaoqiao stood in front of Qin Xuan, almost in tears.
"Xuan, you need to believe me. I’ve told you everything I know. I really did not
know Dollar, but only saw him once in Zephyr Valley and bought some swift
mantises from him, which I gave to my bros as gifts. Just ask around if you
don’t believe me. They even helped carry the mantises back from the valley.
"I am not blaming you. I just want you to contact Dollar, tell him I am willing to
buy his sacred-blood beast soul and gear, and ask him how much he wants," Qin
Xuan said quietly.
"But I really do not know where he is!" Su Xiaoqiao said sadly.
"Then go find him. Don’t let anyone know about this and go look for him
secretly. If you manage the task, I’ll reward you." Qin Xuan showed Su
Xiaoqiao out after she gave the order, not waiting for his reply.
After he left, Qin Xuan frowned to herself, "Who could Dollar be? Is he
someone in Fist Guy’s gang? Or was the whole thing orchestrated by Son of
Heaven? If he really is on his own, can I get him on my side? If I can’t, it would
also be nice to purchase the sacred-blood beast soul and gear."
Almost at the same time, Fist Guy sent his men to look for Dollar in secret,
trying to buy the sacred-blood beast soul and gear from him.
Although it was a joint action, the only one who suffered a loss was Son of
Heaven.
If it had not been for his sacred-blood wasp arrow, the bloody slayer would have
run away and there would have been nothing for Qin Xuan and Fist Guy. Now
they could share some flesh of the bloody slayer, so it had gone well for them.
However, Son of Heaven lost a mutant beast soul mount and a sacred-blood
wasp arrow, while being robbed of the sacred-blood beast soul and gear. Anyone
in his place would have been exasperated.
The entire Steel Armor Shelter was looking for Dollar, yet no one connected
him to Ass Freak.
Son of Heaven also put a price on his head, and even offered to pay a reward for
any substantive information. The price was so good that even Han Sen wanted
to offer himself for the reward.
"Primitive green-scaled beast flesh eaten. One primitive geno point gained."
Han Sen squatted in the bushes, watching a deep pond near him while chewing
meat jerky made from the green-scaled beast.
Up until this point, he had gained 91 ordinary geno points, 26 primitive geno
points, zero mutant geno points and eight sacred geno points.
The copper-toothed beast was still slowly evolving, so Han Sen could only go
out to hunt some primitive creatures, hoping to gain more primitive geno points.
Because the black beetle armour would draw too much attention, he could only
go deep into the mountains where nobody goes, fearing that Son of Heaven
would know where he was.
Fortunately, God’s Sanctuary was so vast that there were many places where
humans had never set foot, so it was rather easy for Han Sen to disappear.
While staring at the deep pond, Han Sen suddenly heard a distant voice of a
man and immediately tensed up.
Chapter 12 – Who Is Scum
Soon, Han Sen saw a young man walking towards the pond in ragged clothes.
He was covered with cuts and bruises all over and looked extremely tired.
"Friend, there are iron-toothed crocodiles in the pool," Han Sen came out of the
bushes and cried from afar. He meant well in warning the young man, but was
also afraid that he might alert the crocodiles that he wanted to hunt.
This young man looked very tired and seriously injured. If he drank from the
pond without knowing the crocodiles were there, he could have gotten killed by
the iron-toothed crocodiles hiding under the water.
The young man saw Han Sen and became ecstatic. "What is this place? And
how do I get to Glory Shelter?" he asked, staring at Han Sen.
"Glory Shelter?" Han Sen hesitated, looking at the young man strangely. "We
are in Tekees Mountains north of Steel Armor Shelter, and I do not know where
the Glory Shelter you mentioned is."
"I have come so far that I’m now in the territory of another shelter?" the young
man whispered to himself, looked up at Han Sen, and said with an almost
commanding tone. "Take me to the shelter."
Han Sen frowned, as the tone of the young man wasn’t very polite. Quietly he
said, "You go south from here. If you don’t walk too slowly, you can reach the
shelter before dark. I have to hunt, so I can’t accompany you. "
Han Sen was preparing to go back into the grass, not expecting the young man
to suddenly hit him in the back. Losing balance and falling to the ground, Han
Sen knocked his head on a rock and started to bleed.
"What are you doing?" Han Sen covered his wound and stood up, glaring at the
young man.
"All I want is obedience, not bulls*#t. Take me to the shelter." The young man
looked at Han Sen coldly.
"F*#k you." Han Sen summoned his bronze crescent spear and poked it at him.
"Rubbish basic spear skills taught in integrated compulsory education! Even
though my beast souls were all ruined on the way here, scum like you can’t
compare to me." The young man looked at Han Sen contemptuously, raised one
palm and slashed it at Han Sen’s spear.
The young man’s hands looked nothing like hands of a man, but rather like they
were sculpted out of a whole piece of white jade, giving off an incredible sheen.
Crack!
The beast soul spear was cut in half by his palm as easily as a steel knife cutting
through wood.
"Hyper geno art!" With only half of the spear in his hand, Han Sen was
horrified.
Science and technology were of no use in God’s Sanctuary, but ancient martial
arts played an unexpectedly important role. With all the geno points gained,
humans were able to perform some mythical ancient martial arts in the real
world. Nonetheless, it wasn’t the so-called qi but the power of genes that
powered the ancient martial arts. So, the more geno points gained, the more
effective ancient martial arts would be.
The research showed that ancient martial arts could stimulate and bring out the
potential of genes, offering extraordinary power to mankind. A new type of
martial arts was developed called "hyper geno arts."
Hyper geno arts were deeply rooted in ancient martial arts, full of mysteries that
couldn’t be explained by science. Their practice methods were mostly
monopolized by the upper class. The most advanced hyper geno arts were the
least accessible.
For those who graduated from a public school of integrated compulsory
education like Han Sen, hyper geno arts were never an option. Only the
advanced schools would teach basic hyper geno arts.
If the process of gaining geno points was compared to turning mud into steel,
then hyper geno arts could decide whether the steel was to be made into knives
and guns or simply left as a piece of metal. Acquiring genes to make the body
evolve was merely acquiring the material, while hyper geno arts taught one to
use the material effectively.
"You know a lot for the scum you are." The young man looked at Han Sen
indifferently. "This is your last chance. Lead the way or die."
Again, he raised the jade-like palm as if he was an executioner about to perform
his duty. If Han Sen didn’t comply, he would cut his head off.
"Kiss my ass!" Han Sen summoned the black beetle armour and covered
himself, kicking the young man with a leg sweep.
"You asked for it." The young man’s face darkened, his jade-like palm chopping
towards Han Sen’s leg.
Clank!
Han Sen’s leg was knocked away, and there was a white mark on the golden
armour.
The young man was also forced to step back from Han Sen’s kick. Surprised, he
looked greedily at Han Sen’s armour. "It didn’t break under my Jadeskin! Must
be sacred-blood beast soul armour then! A scum like you having such a nice
thing is just a gift sent from heaven. Hand over your armour and I’ll spare your
life."
Han Sen turned around and launched another kick in rage.
The young man grabbed Han Sen’s leg and twisted it, wrestled him down and
came down hard on his back with a knee.
"Ah!" Han Sen uttered a scream, feeling his spine about to break.
"Scum is always scum, even with a sacred-blood beast soul." The young man
continuously hit Han Sen on the back of head, knocking his head into a rock. He
cried ferociously, "Surrender the sacred-blood beast soul. It’s not meant for
scum like you."
"Asshole!" Han Sen’s blood was burning. He suddenly raised his head and
butted the young man’s face with his helmet. Blood splashed from young man’s
nose. He covered his nose and backed off.
Han Sen regained freedom and immediately summoned the bloody slayer. The
moment he turned into the monstrous figure; he threw himself at the young
man.
Young man kept chopping at Han Sen, while Han Sen ignored all the attacks
from his tough hands and held him down tightly, the cow-shaped head knocking
on his head.
"Who is scum... who the f*#k is scum..." Han Sen knocked madly on young
man’s head over and over again.