Gao Ang felt that his physical strength, not just power, but also endurance, had been mutated and enhanced.
He was fully aware of his own physical condition. His long-term life as a homebody and a live streamer, while not completely ruining his health, certainly left him in a state of sub-health.
But after carrying so many things back and forth, he didn't feel tired at all. And the computer case was as easy to carry as catching a chick; he didn't feel any burden at all. He even suspected that he was carrying an empty box.
"It seems the mutation attribute has increased again."
He hasn't been recording his data for the past two days, and he doesn't know if his weight or height has changed.
"Once we've finished all this, we need to test it out as soon as possible, and also get used to the new power in advance."
To test his physical strength, Gao Ang skipped the elevator and walked down the stairs from the seventh floor. With a box in his left hand and a package in his right, he took a step down five steps at a time. Turning corners was effortless; with a push of his ankles and a twist of his waist, he smoothly reached the next floor.
"The feeling of mutation is wonderful!"
So far, Gao Ang has not discovered any side effects from the mutation. He had previously read a novel in which the protagonist mutated into a vampire, and the side effects were very obvious, namely that he could not eat and would vomit whatever he ate.
For his mutation, eating is not a problem at all, and he has no other weaknesses such as being afraid of sunlight.
"Could this be a perfectly mutated body?"
After moving the last load of things, Gao Ang sat on his bed in his bedroom and fell into deep thought.
There is an old saying in the East: "For every gain, there is a loss."
He gained various enhanced abilities from the mutated body, but he must have lost something in return. What did he lose?
Hair? It's still there, and it's still very thick, even blacker, longer, and straighter than before.
Food? He can eat it too, and he doesn't get diarrhea. He can eat whatever he wants, and his sense of taste is still there; he hasn't lost his ability to appreciate delicious food.
"Holy crap, will she lose her fertility?"
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Gao Ang jumped up.
"Thump!"
He bumped his head against the ceiling.
"Thump!"
He plopped down on the floor.
It's only been two days since I stopped recording data and conducting experiments, how could so many unbelievable things have happened?
He touched his head; it didn't hurt or itch, and there were no bumps. He looked at the ceiling; thankfully, there was no damage. He then looked at the floor; the solid wood floor was fine. Only then did Gao Ang pull out his diary and write down the questions he had just thought of.
[June 22, sunny day.
The mutations caused by the white sphere are ongoing and may now be affecting strength and jumping ability.
One concern remains: will the mutation affect fertility? This needs further verification, mainly due to a lack of experimental subjects, so we will leave it aside for now.
The assumption that mutations alter luck doesn't hold true; none of the lottery tickets I bought before won anything...
As I write this, Gao Ang feels like he really paid a "stupidity tax"—1,000 yuan, just like that, gone down the drain.
The change in luck still needs further verification; there might be a problem with the selected experimental subjects this time. We'll discuss this later.
After closing his diary, Gao Ang walked out of his bedroom and winked at a door on the right side of his bedroom, at the far end of the first floor. With a "click," the door opened.
This is a gym that Xia Weiwei set up for herself according to the bureau's standards. It is fully equipped with all kinds of fitness equipment, and a large sandbag is hanging in the middle of the hall.
"Tsk tsk, I never expected this, such a delicate young lady could be so violent!"
High aesthetic standards are normal; Xia Weiwei scores 95 points in his eyes. If you add the fact that she's his landlady, the score can be raised to 99 points. As for why not 100 points? It's simple: the 100-point option is reserved for his future wife.
First, height and weight were measured, then the data were recorded and compared with the data from the previous few days:
On June 19th, her height was 183 cm and her weight was 91 kg.
On June 20th, her height was 183.5 cm and her weight was 90 kg.
On June 22, her height was 184.5 cm and her weight was 88 kg.
Gao Feng has grown taller, but his weight has decreased again. He doesn't know what his final height and weight will be. If this trend continues, will he become a 100-meter giant and then become as thin as a stick?
"It shouldn't be that bad... So far, the enhanced abilities are all favorable, greatly amplifying the capabilities of various bodily systems. In other words, the white spheres are beneficial for cell or gene development. Following this logic, height and weight should be moving towards the golden ratio."
The golden ratio of height and weight for an adult male is the height minus 100 kilograms, which is the standard weight. If the current trend continues, his final height and weight should be around 186 cm and 86 kg, respectively.
Of course, these are all inferences made by Gao Feng based on human data from Earth and Yellow Star. As for whether the final result matches his inferences, we will be able to verify it in a few days.
He put down his diary and pen, picked up a 60KG arm strength trainer, and decided to see what level his arm strength could reach.
There are various arm strength trainers ranging from 10KG to 60KG here. The one that looks slightly worn and is frequently used is 40KG, which means Xia Weiwei is basically at this level.
Of course, this doesn't mean Xia Weiwei's arm strength is bad; on the contrary, it's excellent. The average arm strength of an adult woman is around 27KG, which is considered quite high. A woman who can reach 40KG can be said to have surpassed 95% of her peers.
This is quite reasonable. Xia Weiwei is, after all, a police officer. Although she is currently working in an internal office, who knows if she will be sent on field duty in the future?
Without much effort, Gao Yang easily stretched the 60KG arm exerciser to its limit. After 20 repetitions, he still didn't feel much fatigue. He didn't feel any discomfort in his biceps, pectoral muscles, forearms, or wrists.
This feeling was very abnormal, and even gave Gao Ang the illusion that his pain nerves had been removed.
Logically speaking, even if he has incredible arm strength, repeated strenuous exercise more than 20 times would cause his muscle cells and neurons to work to some extent, and they should consume some energy. In addition, the lactic acid produced by cellular respiration would cause his arms and other parts of his body to feel sore.
I pinched my forearm hard and could still feel the pain, which means that the pain nerves are still functioning normally. This means that the amount of exercise I just did was not enough to make the mutated cells produce lactic acid. Of course, there is another possibility: the mutated cells no longer perform respiration, but instead perform another new function that cannot be explained by current scientific knowledge.
First, let's verify the first hypothesis. Gao added two more arm exercisers, one with a weight of 50KG and the other with a weight of 40KG. This means that the three arm exercisers together have a load of 150KG.
This time, he completed the move with a furrowed brow. According to his estimation, he used nearly 70% of his strength, meaning his maximum arm strength was close to 200 kg. A normal male's arm strength is around 50 kg, meaning that based solely on arm strength, he could take on four opponents…
After repeating the same movements 10 times, he couldn't take it anymore. This feeling was very familiar, just like before he mutated, when his biceps felt numb and hot, his lower abdomen ached, and his pectoral muscles felt very tight after doing push-ups.
"Phew," Gao Ang breathed a sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease. "At least I'm still a normal person, and I can still feel pain."
With the first hypothesis verified, there was no need to verify the second hypothesis any further. Putting down the arm exerciser, he decided to try out other equipment.
Gao Ang ultimately obtained his bench press, squat, and deadlift data. Although not very accurate, they can basically reflect his current physical condition.
Bench press: 200KG;
Squat: 250KG;
Deadlift: 250KG...
These figures are generally higher than the normal figures for people of the same weight, and by a significant amount. Gao Yang felt that she had not yet reached her limit. As for why she did not continue to measure, it is simple: the limit values in the gym are just these... For a girl, squatting and deadlifting with 250KG is simply impossible.
Should I get tested at a reputable gym?
Forget it, Gao Feng doesn't want to reveal his mutant identity.
He's a homebody streamer who hasn't received any training or ever been to a gym. Suddenly, his physical fitness skyrocketed. How is he supposed to explain this to others? What if some busybody posts his data online? It would be hard for him to keep a low profile, given how popular short video apps like Douyin and Weishi are these days.
Knowing that you are physically stronger than the average person is enough; that way, you won't be scared in the face of unexpected events like fights.
He didn't intend to record this data in his diary, nor did he intend to continue testing in this area. His focus should be on finding the origin of the mutation and its similarities.
Whether the latter exists is currently unknown. Based on his personal wishes, he hopes to be the only mutant.
Humans are creatures with boundless desires. When they gain unprecedented power, their mindset changes. If someone with evil intentions obtains this power, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Gao Ang doesn't consider himself a pushover, but he's absolutely confident that he'll never be the bad guy.
If any mutants with superpowers like his were to appear on this planet, and they belonged to evil forces, he vowed to bring them to justice and wipe them out completely.
Just as I was imagining myself punching those bastards with my left hand and slapping them with my right, a pleasant voice rang out:
"Is the braised pork ready?"
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