Legend of the Mythological Genes

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

A hero was a hero!

Everyone on the battlefield had destroyed the despair-bringing mechanical giant. Every one of them was qualified to be called a hero.

However, only Feng Lin alone could depend on himself to destroy the energy core, completely overturning the disadvantageous situation they were in and determining the direction of the battlefield.

What was a hero among heroes?

Maybe, only two words could describe him.

Supreme hero!

However, when he heard the cheers of everyone, Feng Lin was actually frowning slightly.

One of the most important reasons why he was able to destroy the energy core was because of the crimson gold cinnabar pills.

Moreover, without the others that had restricted the majority of the mechanical giant’s attacks, it would have been impossible for him to succeed.

Behind miracles was the unified efforts of everyone. The credit didn’t belong to him alone.

But under the impassioned cries of the crowd, Feng Lin also sensibly accepted their cheers. Things would be even more chaotic if he tried to explain.

In truth, the others who fought on the battlefield also really enjoyed the cheers of the crowd. There was basically no one who minded this.

Staring at the enthusiastic looks of the crowd, the ice-cold shell that had always encased Feng Lin’s heart showed signs of melting away.

(Are these all my comrades?)

(As a human, I shall naturally protect humanity!)

Imperceptibly, Feng Lin seemed to have understood something. He found his original heart as a human, and the sense of estrangement he had always felt also disappeared somewhat.

…

Those interstellar Marshals who were elders of the Great Wall University stared at the scene before them, smiles on their faces. They didn’t stop the crowd. They knew these cheers were what the warriors and students who had fought on the battlefield deserved.

Although humanity’s science and technology were developed to an unprecedented flourishing state, their bodies were extremely fragile as carbon-based lifeforms. Their energy utilization rate was also extremely low.

Countless races were living in the universe and they came in all shapes and forms. The energy utilization rate was a fundamental standard to measure the merits and drawbacks of a particular race.

Carbon-based lifeforms were undoubtedly one of the weakest types of races. But why when the ancient humans exited the solar system, they only spent a thousand years to conquer the entire Milky Way Galaxy? They depended precisely on their unified efforts and trust.

No matter how much conflict there was internally, when the danger of another race closed in, all humans would unite as one to deal with the external threat.

The strength produced by billions of people when united could only be described as explosive.

Although the cosmos was dangerous, it wasn’t able to obstruct humans from advancing.

And now, they, humans with their weak physical bodies, actually defeated the terrifying mechanical giant. This was naturally an extremely outstanding outcome.

All these people were the future seeds for humanity.

With qualified successors to carry on humanity’s undertaking, they would always have hope.

After experiencing the tempering of so many battles, these people all displayed their incomparable strength and potential.

The treasured swords were finally out of their sheaths.

These people had all entered the list of students to be heavily nurtured by the Great Wall University.

And those who were on the battlefield and had survived were all enjoying the cheers of the crowd. Not a single one of them thought of this yet.

“Quickly look! The spirit race was forced back!” an exclamation rang out.

The gazes of everyone turned over and they stared at the starry space outside. The cheers then grew even louder.

Outside the energy protective barrier, the vast black tide representing the spirit race was now receding like the ocean waves. They no longer launched any attacks.

The grim situation was also alleviated and the atmosphere had returned to calmness.

“It’s true. It’s really happening. We’ve won!”

“The terrifying spirit race has retreated!”

“Long live humanity, long live to all the heroes!”

…

Shouts of excitement and the sounds of cheering continued.

Feng Lin’s expression sank, feeling that it wasn’t so simple.

His gaze swept over everyone and turned to the battlefield.

The mechanical army was now completely destroyed, transforming into space garbage that drifted aimlessly across the universe.

The Great Wall University sent out many flying shuttles to collect them, wanting to probe the secrets of the spirit race’s technology.

In truth, every time humanity was able to overcome a war with an alien race, they would gain huge benefits.

The spirit race’s strength spanned across many star systems. Their power far surpassed humanity. Being able to receive battle spoils from the spirit race would naturally prove to be an advancement in terms of humanity’s science and technology.

War would always be an opportunity that sparked huge wealth, regardless of the perspective of an individual or a race.

For thousands of years, this had always been the case.

And during each racial war, humanity encountered danger several times, yet they were able to endure through everything and managed to obtain huge benefits after each war, allowing their technology to advance tens or hundreds of years!

From the basics of nuclear fusion technology, humanity slowly improved and gained the energy barrier tech and wormhole tech, slowly expanding over the Milky Way Galaxy. They even wanted to continue expanding outwards.

War would truly be one of the best opportunities to gain great wealth.

However, the prerequisite was…

Humanity had to be strong enough to tide over and overcome the cruel war between them and other alien races!

At this moment, Feng Lin could see clearly that although the spirit tide showed signs of retreat, they didn’t evacuate completely. They returned to the depths of the starry space and stayed there, maintaining a stance of opposition to humanity.

A racial war was the clash between the foundation of two races. Victory or defeat wouldn’t be decided simply from a single battle. It would be a series of drawn-out, protracted battles.

The opponents Feng Lin and the others defeated were merely vanguards of the spirit race.

The true racial war had only just begun.

Next, the war would be even crueler, far surpassing their imaginations.

Feng Lin silently clenched his fist. Just from this first battle, things were already so dangerous. His current strength was simply not enough!

In the cruel universe, the various races formed a magnificent food chain.

Big fish would eat small fish, and small fish would eat shrimps. Things were cruel to the extreme.

Each civilization would plunder the foundations of the other party to nourish themselves, advancing their own technology to allow rapid advancement of their civilization.

This was the rule of the jungle; only one could survive. There was no logic to it.

Weakness was the greatest original sin!

After the battle, Feng Lin was incomparably clear that his strength was still too weak. In the grand wars of the universe, he was just like an ant.

If he was the slightest bit careless on the battlefield, his ending would be one of death.

Zhao Yue`e at the side stared at this scene. Her expression also turned solemn.

It was like they were bonded by telepathy. She and Feng Lin exchanged a mutual glance and nodded respectively, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts.

After understanding the urgency of war, Feng Lin didn’t have the mood to stay here any longer. Under the gazes of the crowd, he turned and left directly!

In this battle, he exhausted too much of his strength and origin qi. He had to quickly recover to his peak state.

But what was more important was that he had to search for a way to enhance his strength.

If one had to put their lives on stake every time they wanted to be a hero, he’d rather not be one.

When one could dominate countless interstellar races alone, conducting a ruthless and decisive massacre, these people would be known as formidable characters.

And rather than being a hero, Feng Lin would rather become a formidable character instead.

(If I save everyone time to time again, I might be known as a hero, but then I have to put my life on the line every single time.)

(If that’s the case, I might as well be the one to let them down instead!)

The situation in the universe was extremely challenging. What humanity needed wasn’t heroic stories of tragedy. What they needed was someone who had the power to massacre countless alien races that might prove a threat against them…

They needed a tyrant lord!