Legend of the Mythological Genes

“The seven days of imprisonment is up. You can scram now!”

The door to the imprisonment room opened. Sunlight streamed in, blinding Feng Lin’s eyes.

Feng Lin narrowed his eyes and slowly walked out. In a flash, seven days had passed. However, Feng Lin felt like he had been living in an isolated world for years.

“Only locking you here for seven days after you offended the head butler. Hmph, this is considered benevolence for you!”

“You better watch your behavior after you go back, or we will give you a harsher sentence!”

“Not knowing the immensity of heavens and earth. In the future, you wouldn’t be let off with such a light punishment!”

……

The disciplinary team members prodded Feng Lin, cursing him. Their attitudes towards this Feng Lin, who had dared to rebut the head butler, were filled with loathing and maliciousness.

Feng Lin coldly glanced at them. He couldn’t be bothered about these people and directly left the area.

….

“Brother, brother. You are back!” The moment he entered his home, his younger brother Feng Cheng and his younger sister Feng Xin rushed over; their expressions filled with longing for him.

“Brother, where have you been the past few days?”

“Are there still any mid-grade nutrient fluids? The low-grade ones are too disgusting to drink, there’s even a small from them!”

The two of them were like little koala bears that hugged him after they jumped on him. They mumbled non-stop with a gluttonous look on their faces.

“The two of you are truly little hungry ghosts. I’ve been out working part-time jobs, or where would I have gotten the money to buy mid-grade nutrient fluids for you two to drink?” Staring at his two little siblings, the serious expression on Feng Lin’s face relaxed into a smile.

He remembered what Feng Lang had said, and he was careful not to leave any loopholes.

After that, he directly took out two mid-grade nutrient fluids and even intentionally reminded them to drink it slowly. He was worried that they would finish the fluids in a single breath and end up in a state of surplus nutrients which wouldn’t be too good then.

“Okay!” The eyes of the two little ones instantly lit up when they saw the mid-grade nutrient fluids. They were like kittens that lapped the fluids up slowly. Staring at their satisfied expressions, Feng Lin knew that they didn’t pay any attention to his warnings.

He could only shake his head. He pondered for a few moments and took out his remaining mid-stage nutrient fluids, placing them in the fridge for storage.

These nutrient fluids were obtained from Jess Klot and his cronies and were free-of-charge. For someone like him, whose vitality-stats had already reached 3.3, the effects of these mid-grade nutrient fluids were already almost negligible. Their taste was ordinary and wasn’t able to assist him in his cultivation. Thus, they were not essential to him anymore.

However, to people like his parents and siblings, the mid-grade nutrient fluids were considered a great tonic, very suitable for them to consume.

Eventually, his little siblings still drank a little too much. They crawled into their beds and nodded off to sleep almost instantly.

His parents had gone off for work long ago.

In the dark room, space was truly too narrow. Staying here for extended periods would give someone a choking feeling of being stifled.

Feng Lin took a bath and went out. He headed to a remote corner of the park where no one would disturb him.

He silently pondered on what he should do in the future.

For a period of time, he was completely clueless.

Clans were like deformed products formed of this Interstellar Era. In order to deal with the dangerous environment of the interstellar age as well as social pressure, those from the same clan were forced to gather together, causing the competitiveness in each clan to increase greatly. This was something extremely disadvantageous to the low-grade clansmen.

Right now, to Feng Lin, his clan was like a giant cage that was limiting his development.

This was simply the survival of the fittest.

In order to survive, he had to quickly flee from the clan. Only then would he have enough freedom and time to strengthen himself.

But now, he didn’t have money. Hence, he needed a job to quickly earn income before he could buy huge quantities of cultivation resources.

As long as he had enough nutrients, with the assistance of his genetic equation ability, he would be able to rapidly gain genetic potential to strengthen his mythological genes. He basically wouldn’t have any bottlenecks when it came to cultivation; all the way until his awakened genes were maxed out. It wasn’t impossible for him to become an interstellar cultivator.

Feng Lin calmly pondered, his thoughts grew clearer and clearer.

The monitoring of the clan was extremely strict, like a heavenly net. Not even a fly could evade their surveillance.

He had already gained the passcode to tamper with his microchip. Initially, he wouldn’t have a chance at all, but the appearance of Feng Lang had given him a chance to succeed.

But as to the precise steps to be carried out, he still needed more time to come out with a meticulous plan to flee.

After thinking for some time, Feng Lin finally smoothed out the thoughts in his mind and came up with a plan.

To simplify things, he would act like there was nothing to do for a while just to ‘numb’ the clan’s surveillance on him. After that, he had to find a job that paid well before using the passcode and leave the clan. He could only return after he grew strong enough.

There was only one and a half month to the clan’s ranking competition. Time was extremely tight.

In such a short period of time, he had to earn sufficient money. He had to earn plenty of money, astronomical amounts of money.

To earn so much star coins in such a short period of time was undoubtedly a foolish and impossible dream to the vast majority of people. However, Feng Lin couldn’t care so much about it because this was something he had to do no matter what. He no longer had a way out.

In that case, the next question appeared. What job should he apply for?

Feng Lin used his id microchip to surf the web and started his search.

Should he be a movie star, a virtual gaming professional player, or an online streamer, etc…He scanned through all of these lucrative jobs one by one.

Sadly, these jobs weren’t something that he could succeed in in a short amount of time. In any case, Feng Lin had never displayed talent in such aspects before.

No matter how high his aspirations were, he had to ensure that he could do it in reality, or all his ideas would turn out to be nothing but delusions!

Feng Lin was still a student. Other than cultivation and theory, he didn’t know anything else.

Things were awkward then…

His fingers casually stroke the edge of a rectangular-shaped black microchip as he furrowed his brows, continuing to think.

Eh?

Feng Lin suddenly turned his gaze onto the black microchip. Wasn’t this the genetic researcher’s research notes he had obtained from the virtual auction?

How could he forget about this?

Geneticists were one of the top-ranked occupations in the Interstellar Era. Compared to movie stars, professional gamers of virtual games, and online streamers, they earned much much more!

Everything modulated by a geneticist personally would definitely fetch a sky-high price. Even a small bottle of a potion of life could be sold for unbelievable amounts of star coins. Just the difference between them and the other two types was over ten times in the pricing.

Just based on the ingredients needed, potions of life could already be created by genetic researchers. There was no need for a geneticist to actually create it.

However, if a geneticist really personally created a potion of life, it would definitely stir the market up.

The amount of commotion it would cause and its effect on the market’s pricing would be unimaginable.

Feng Lin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was trying to look for the mule while riding on it. He already had the answer all along but was seeking elsewhere for it.

Just with his knowledge of the Ancient Earth Era’s myths and legends as well as his genetic equation ability, Feng Lin was confident that his talent to become a geneticist would surely be out of the ordinary. Also, with a genetic researcher’s research notes to help him get started, there was no doubt that becoming a geneticist was the most suitable occupation for him.

However, he wasn’t even a genetic researcher now, let alone being a real geneticist. He didn’t have enough money to buy the machines or ingredients needed to truly create potions of life.

The future was still too far. If he had become a geneticist, just the income gained from the job alone would have allowed him to have whatever cultivation resources he wanted, and he could’ve created any type of potions he willed. He wouldn’t need to be restricted by money any longer!

Upon thinking of this, Feng Lin got excited.

Now that he was in the right direction, the scope of his job search was naturally reduced, becoming much smaller. Not too long later, he discovered a recruitment notice.

“Giant Pharmaceutical Company!”