My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

The meeting of several scientific researchers was still ongoing.

But Chen Yu had already stopped listening.

The director’s death was directly related to him.

It was he who, in collaboration with that person, staged the play, forcing the chubby neighbor to reveal his own superpower. Which afterward successfully led to his entry into the Transcendent realm.

So, he was one of the only two initiators.

As for the director’s death, he actually did not feel much guilt at the beginning.

The fundamental reason was that he felt the other party was also a member of the vast Transcendent system. As the saying goes, if you work for the emperor’s army and get killed by the emperor’s army, what’s there to mourn?

However, as experience grew,

he gained more understanding of this world.

Now, witnessing the "director’s" death in his ghostly state, he could only feel indescribably complex emotions...

Then, Chen Yu started to ponder a new problem.

From a macro perspective, the director’s death was just the smallest act of caprice within the Transcendent community. (See Chapter Forty-One)

Yet it had caused an unprecedented catastrophic consequence.

Could this, perhaps, also be the strangeness of "fate"?

One day.

Three days.

Five days...

In the following period, Chen Yu considered this problem while silently observing the progress of the Human Rights Association.

The director’s brainwave, as the entire research community had hoped, perfectly merged with the experimental weapon of the "Plan of Annihilation of All Races".

It exhibited a lethality that frightened even Chen Yu.

The weapon was a super-compact launch platform.

Chen Yu didn’t understand the attacking principle too well, only seeing the old professor press the button, after which silent ripples spread out.

The few scattered Transcendents inside the entire skyscraper of the Human Rights Association died instantly.

This even included a member of the Li Family stationed there, with C+ level strength. Just like the other low-level Transcendents, he did not survive even a microsecond longer.

That also confirmed the old professor’s theory.

Under the "Doomsday Cannon of Transcendents", there is no distinction between high-level, mid-level, or low-level Transcendents.

No matter A or E class, including evil beings, all are as ants.

As long as this Transcendent being has consciousness.

Then the brainwaves it uses to control its superpower are indeed a lethal weakness.

’So, even I, with the push of a button, would die in an instant.’

Chen Yu’s expression was exceedingly complex.

The Transcendent community had ruled the world for tens of thousands of years, like deities.

But in this era, it was slaughtered by "mere mortals".

’Retribution.’

At the same time,

Chen Yu also found many flaws in this "Doomsday Cannon of Transcendents".

One: It is not for permanent use. As soon as the director’s brainwave energy is depleted, this thing will become an empty shell of a gun. But according to the old professor, if special energy expansion technology is used, and the weapon is placed in space’s diffusion layer, the lethal range could spread across the world.

One shot, world annihilation.

Two: It is ineffective against potential Transcendents who carry the "Seed of Superpower" but have not yet awakened their powers. Moreover, because the weapon’s resonance is the brainwave of the controlling Transcendent, it might even cause the hit potential Transcendents to awaken their superpowers.

In response, the Human Rights Association also had a plan. The energy source from that "director’s" brainwaves was sufficient for them to fire three times...

The first shot, to destroy all Transcendents in the world.

The second, to take care of the newly awakened who had yet to feel elated over their powers.

The third, as a reserve.

’The Queen seems to never have mentioned this to me.’

’Then, was this world-destroying cannon really activated?’

’Considering the era of the Queen, there were still Transcendents...’

’If it wasn’t activated, who prevented it.’

Thinking of this, Chen Yu’s heart sank to the bottom.

Who prevented it?

Who else could have prevented it?

With his current strength, influence, knowledge, and even involvement, if the Doomsday Cannon has not been fired, it must be related to him.

’The hero eventually becomes the evil dragon?’

’No...’

Chen Yu silently laughed.

It should be the Dragon Slayer who eventually becomes the evil dragon.

There are no heroes.

If time could be rewound to a hundred years ago, his twenty-something-year-old self would definitely choose to prevent it, with a hypocritical reason: I want to end this era with my own hands!

And now, he would definitely choose to stop it too, but his reason had become unabashedly simple: "I don’t want to die."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Quietly floating in the second level of the experiment field below.

Chen Yu watched the group of researchers, their faces filled with joy, excitedly sweating as they made hopeful adjustments and assemblies.

In everyone’s eyes, there was a sparkle never seen before.

According to the old professor’s deductions, "Transcendent’s Doomsday Cannon" would soon be completed and made ready to fire. In a few months, it would be fully operational and ready to target the entire world.

Chen Yu calculated the time.

It was shortly after he had chosen to commit suicide by tearing out his heart.

He had been silent for five whole days and nights.

Chen Yu, in his intangible state, finally left.

He departed from the Human Rights Association building.

Leaving behind only a gaze filled with despair, pain, and resentment.

He could accept his own "death," but not his actual death.

He could accept the "deaths" of the portly neighbor, Li Yao, and other friends, but not their actual deaths.

He could even accept the "deaths" of his father, sister, and other family members, but he couldn’t accept their actual deaths even more!

He knew.

From this moment on, he would completely tear off his nauseating façade and formally become an enemy of "mortals."

An enemy of his once "false" "ideals and beliefs."

"Transcendent’s Doomsday Cannon should not exist in this world."

"At least, it shouldn’t exist while I’m still alive."

...

"Hey! Just like that! Hold it."

"Okay!"

"Baby, let’s switch to another pose. That’s right! Spread your legs a bit more..."

"Don’t be shy, come on, be bold."

"I’m a guy, what are you afraid of."

"Oh oh oh! Perfect! That’s the way! Smile! Eggplant!"

The capital.

The mansion of a Transcendent.

Chen Yu, in his intangible state, silently observed the scene of a private photo shoot that wasn’t worth mentioning to outsiders.

There were only two people in the room.

One was the photographer, the other was the model.

The photographer was a corpulent C-level Transcendent.

The model, dressed in "personality," was the E-level portly neighbor.

At this "plot" point in time, True Chen Yu had gone on a rampage in Qingcheng and then escaped to the capital in search of "Li Yao."

Chen Yu still remembered, at the time his title was "Pure and Unblemished Virgin." Searching for Li Yao, who shared the same title, was only to replicate his superpower.

But due to the disparity in their statuses, the "heiress of the Li Family" would never meet with him.

Thus, he could only seek help from the portly neighbor.

And just one day later, the portly neighbor, pulling strings, managed to create a precious one-minute opportunity for Chen Yu to meet Li Yao.

It was with this opportunity that Chen Yu successfully copied Li Yao’s "Wandering Serpent" superpower and began his rise to power!

Incidentally, he used the "Wandering Serpent" superpower to fake his identity, evading the pursuit of the Supernatural Review Bureau.

Initially, Chen Yu was baffled by how the portly neighbor, new to the world of the Transcendents, had managed to find connections to reach out to Li Yao and even "requested" that Li Yao meet with him.

As it turned out...

"Yeah, that’s right! Smile! Lift your leg high! So beautiful! These ’plump’ curves."

The corpulent Transcendent laughed lewdly, holding his SLR camera, "click," capturing another shy photo of the portly neighbor.

Chen Yu: "..."

As it turned out, the portly neighbor had "sold himself" to this pervert to connect Chen Yu with Li Yao.

(Sigh.)

He sighed deeply, his eyes filled with complexity.

This fat man had not paid with resources or connections. (See Chapter 61)

Rather with his dignity and bottom line...

"..."

’But, unspoken, that bright and tender belly actually looks quite nice.’

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