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"If Death God Karl weren't a dead man, the war on Earth would have been over by now."
On the roof of the Juxia, the sea breeze still blows.
Wang Ji and Zai Zai sat here for a very long time.
The sky was still dark, but the moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, accompanied by countless stars, creating a deep blue hue.
Time flew by, and it was already 3 a.m.
On the thick iron plate beside him were empty soda cans, and plates of various snacks were scattered around. Wang Ji's arm was resting on his raised left knee, looking relaxed.
He sighed softly, his voice filled with an indescribable loneliness.
“Dad…” Zizai gently flew up, touched his head with tender eyes, and said in a sour voice, “Your…your hair has all turned white.”
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Wang Ji was taken aback; he hadn't expected this move.
He checked himself from a third-person perspective and found it was true; he was almost turning into Stephen Chow...
"I can't believe I've turned white-haired overnight... My own genetic work is really unreliable." He didn't express any particular emotion, just silently complained.
She reached out and touched her hair again; a few seconds later, her short hair was still thick and black.
"I'll copy other people's genes when I have time in the future, so that this kind of joke won't happen again." Wang Ji patted his little chick, who he felt sorry for, and smiled indifferently.
This is quite normal, because the concept of supergenes cannot be simply encompassed by first-generation or second-generation genes.
Since it is science, it involves many complex aspects.
The so-called first-generation super genes are not all the same. Just like the lifespan of modern people and ancient people on Earth is different. Or, the lifespan of human beings on Earth is only about 100 years, but Lena said that the lifespan of ordinary people in Lieyang is close to 800 years, which is because of the difference in genes.
The super genes of different civilizations are also different. In terms of the simplest lifespan, the first generation of super soldiers of Earth are at most around a thousand years old, but Wang Ji heard He Xi say that the first generation of angels of the angel race had a lifespan of tens of thousands of years.
The current second-generation super soldiers on Earth should have a lifespan of several thousand years, but the second-generation angel warriors could theoretically live to be over 100,000 years old.
They are both ordinary life forms, but the lifespans of mayflies and turtles are vastly different.
As for Wang Ji's own super gene, he created it himself in a short period of time by copying and omitting parts. There were many omissions, and he dared not cut anything in terms of actual combat.
Super genes involve many aspects, including lifespan, strength, protection against various types of radiation, stress resistance, various antibody issues, hormone regulation, and so on, too numerous to mention.
Just like Wang Ji and most of the current Super Soldier Squad, he cannot directly enter the universe to live freely. However, as far as he knows, Angel Warriors, Demon Warriors, and Sun Warriors can directly enter space to live and fight once they reach the second generation.
Now, Wang Ji is no longer capable, and even Ge Xiaolun, who is in the experimental stage of the third-generation divine body, is not quite up to par.
Wang Ji's genes don't support him, while Ge Xiaolun's genes are still developing.
Wang Ji's own genes, well, to save time, are not perfect in many aspects, so it's not a big deal if they occasionally cause some trouble.
However, I can just copy something that's already available when I have time in the future.
Unfortunately, Lingxi managed to evade it last time, so for now we have to settle for second best.
“Okay…” Zizai lowered his head and didn’t say anything more about it. After thinking for a moment, he changed the subject: “Dad, do you think Death God Karl will take action personally again? After all this time, is he afraid?”
To be honest, it didn't know much about Wang Ji's plan. It only knew the specifics of the plan and how to do it, but it didn't know what Wang Ji was thinking or how things might develop.
It knew that Wang Ji dared to gamble with the opponent, but it didn't understand how much information Wang Ji actually possessed or how far he had calculated things.
However, it knew that Wang Ji must have learned a lot of information from many sources, such as Death God Karl, Death Song Academy, Holy Keisha, angels, and demons. And much of this information was learned from the angel He Xi.
There are also some sources of information that are unknown to anyone else, which is the source of its father's confidence in doing these things.
“He won’t be afraid. What can a dead man be afraid of?” Wang Ji shook his head. “However, even a dead man has things he cares about and things he worries about. He also has his own personality and way of behaving.”
And there are also things he doesn't care about.
Once these conditions are clarified, when he faces an opponent he doesn't take seriously, or even when he doesn't know he's misjudged his opponent, he will likely proceed according to the trajectory limited by his personality and behavior.
There's no need for, nor would I think of, anything unusual.
"Of course, I can't count all the gods like that, but when it comes to choosing something, in the end, there are only a few options."
Judging from the current situation, no matter what happens next, I'm determined to win.
He didn't really lose.
I have things I care about, he has things he cares about, or things he doesn't care about—these are all factors that determine the outcome.
And he might not have guessed everything I want.
As Wang Ji spoke, his gaze grew increasingly indifferent. Zizai knew that although he spoke with great confidence, no one knew what the outcome would be until it arrived.
Moreover, some of the consequences are not so easy to bear.
Overnight, Zizai realized that the innocence in his father's eyes had vanished.
“Dead men… Death itself. If it were a civilization like Lieyang, the war would indeed be over after these few blows,” Zizai murmured softly.
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