Every myth was a path to godhood!
This was the core theory of mythological genes.
The Interstellar Era had lost its mythological inheritance. Feng Lin came from the past, so he wasn't unfamiliar with those lost myths.
His current vitality was 0.4, although it hadn't reached the standard of 1 for humans in this era.
However, the physique of ancient Earthlings was only 0.1 according to the standard of the Interstellar Era.
This meant that even if his current body was trash, it was still four times stronger than his original body on Earth.
The increase in vitality brought about a leap in his memory, strength, speed, and other attributes.
Those myths that he had seen on Earth might have been forgotten by him, but now, with just a slight thought, they would appear in his mind.
The myths of countless ancient races recorded the secrets of ancient civilizations on Earth.
Feng Lin felt that he had grasped countless paths to godhood.
Myths were only a guide. As for how to do it, he had to explore it step by step.
Countless thoughts appeared in Feng Lin's mind. He left the school and sat on the maglev train to return home.
Towering buildings with thousands of floors stood tall on the ground like pillars piercing through the sky. Flying cars with blazing flames behind them whizzed through the air like meteors. Intelligent robots were active in every corner of the city …
This was an unprecedented era.
Conquering the starry sky, with unlimited resources, everyone could become a dragon!
…
Even though he had already obtained the memories of the original owner of this body, seeing it with his own eyes was still very shocking.
The maglev train's speed was extremely fast, exceeding 3,000 kilometers per hour.
He reached home in ten minutes.
Feng Clan's Grand Building!
A silver building made entirely of metal stood before him. It was several hundred meters tall, like a small mountain, looking very majestic.
Feng Lin frowned, and some uncomfortable memories appeared in his mind.
He got off the train and walked inside. A red light shone down, illuminating him inside and out. There were no secrets at all.
"Microchip scan completed. Identity match! Feng Clan's level 9 clansman, Feng Lin. " The door opened silently.
Feng Lin walked into a spacious hall.
The ladders quickly ascended to higher floors.
The decorations there were luxurious. There was a swimming pool, a training room, a massage room … There was everything that one could wish for. There were beautiful women in maid clothes walking around. This was the treatment of a palace in feudal society.
Feng Lin only took a glance before retracting his gaze. He turned and walked toward a secluded corner. There, there was an old elevator that led to the basement.
In the surroundings, there were many high-spirited young people walking past him, heading toward the higher floors of the building. From the start to the end, no one spoke a single word to Feng Lin. In fact, they didn't even cast a glance at him.
These were all his clansmen.
The Interstellar Era was an unprecedented era.
The starry sky was limitless. The universe was limitless.
There was unlimited freedom here, but there was also endless terror.
The universe was so dark and cold, devouring everything in the world. Terrifying interstellar monsters, savage extraterrestrial lifeforms … Every one of them could devour humans until not even a speck was left.
The vast universe followed the dark law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.
This wasn't just a competition between races. It was also because the population of interstellar humans had already reached trillions. The competition was simply too intense.
Only the truly strong could pursue free will.
Only by huddling together could the weak barely protect themselves.
The ancient social structure of the family had been revitalized.
Due to 10,000 years of development, the solar system, where humans originated from, had already been depleted of resources. It had become a famous chaotic star region in the starry skies. Technology was backward, order was chaotic, and laws were practically nonexistent.
Small clans would usually huddle together to survive. Their internal structure was like an ant nest, and there was a clear and strict hierarchy within. A clan was like a small-scale society. Each clansman was different according to their talent, ability, cultivation … They had their own duties. Some were silently and diligently working worker ants, some were soldier ants that protected the clan's interests, and some were lofty ant ant kings and queens that had supreme authority and powerful abilities …
The Feng Clan was such a small clan on Earth. All the clansmen lived in a tall metallic building called the "Feng Clan Grand Building". The clansmen were divided into nine levels from high to low.
Level 9 was the lowest level of clansmen, and level 1 was the highest.
Those with outstanding talent were the upper-class clansmen. They lived on the top floor and enjoyed the treatment of emperors. They didn't need to work hard to enjoy the endless supply of cultivation resources from the clan. They were simply the pride of the heavens.
However, those with mediocre talent were miserable. They lived in the harshest environment, and after graduating from high school, it was difficult for them to have the opportunity to attend university. They could only obey the clan's arrangements and work hard. The products of their daily labor would be contributed to the clan for free, and they could only obtain a nominal meager income to support their family.
The crux was that no one thought of leaving. The environment outside was simply too harsh. If they left the clan, it would be difficult for them to do anything. Without sufficient strength, they wouldn't even be able to guarantee their own safety, let alone earning money to support their family.
Although staying in the clan was tough, they would also be protected by the clan and wouldn't have to worry about their lives.
The purpose of the clan doing this was to gather all the resources of the clan to nurture a true genius, allowing him to walk into the interstellar space and become a member of the upper echelons of humanity, earning a higher status for the clan.
The Feng Clan wasn't the only one doing this. This was also the true portrayal of countless insignificant clans on Earth and even in the interstellar space.
Feng Lin was already in his third year of high school. His physique was weak, and his vitality was only 0.4, not even 1. As a member of the lowest level 9 clan, it was clear that such an opportunity wouldn't fall to him.
Hence, the place he stayed in was the basement …
Of course, although it was said to be a basement, it was actually a vast underground space. There were all sorts of facilities inside, such as small-scale shopping malls, convenience stores, restaurants … there was everything that one could think of. There were also underground tunnels that led in all directions, and it could be said to be a small-scale community that could accommodate a few thousand people.
The interstellar technology was advanced, and the population was exploding. Right now, the small Earth had a population of over 268 billion.
The buildings on the surface grew taller and taller, and at the same time, they continued to extend underground.
Although these underground spaces had artificial suns to provide daily illumination, how could it be compared to natural sunlight?
These underground communities were all places where low-grade clansmen stayed. Those high-grade clansmen who were at the very top wouldn't come here.
Feng Lin sat on the escalator and entered the underground tunnel, heading in the direction of his home. Occasionally, there would be people walking past him. The atmosphere was a little stifling, and their expressions were numb.
These were all low-grade clansmen of the Feng Clan.
In the past, Feng Lin was also one of them.
A strong sense of discomfort appeared in his heart.
These people worked so hard, yet they had to hand over the earnings of their hard work to the clan. They could only receive a meager salary, and as time passed, they would feel extremely stifled in their hearts.
This was exploitation, blatant class exploitation.
Feng Lin found it hard to imagine that there would still be such a cruel scene in the Interstellar Era.
As expected, wherever there were classes, there would be exploitation.
Heaven and hell were never far apart.
Although they were all in the same group, they were also separated into different classes.
(I must break free from this predicament!)
Feng Lin silently thought.
He was a person who was unwilling to be mediocre.
As someone who had lived two lives, if he didn't live his life to the fullest, wouldn't he be throwing away the face of a transmigrator?
He swiped his identity microchip at the door of a dilapidated underground room. The dilapidated metal door automatically opened, revealing a crowded room that was about 60 square meters in size.
A middle-aged couple was currently busy. Their faces were filled with wrinkles from having experienced countless hardships and were filled with worry.
"You're back!" Seeing that Feng Lin had returned, they lifted their heads and spoke calmly. After that, they lowered their heads and continued with their work.
Feng Lin didn't mind. These were his parents in this life.
On the table, there were five bottles of dull and tasteless liquid. This was his dinner for the day.
This type of low-grade nutrient solution was produced in batches through industrial synthesis. It could barely provide nutrition for a person for a day, but it was dull and tasteless, like water. There wasn't much taste to speak of.
Naturally produced food was incomparably expensive. It wasn't something that the Feng Lin family could afford.
"Elder Brother!" Two skinny and small figures rushed over. These were Feng Lin's twin siblings, Feng Cheng and Feng Xin. They were already seven years old and had always been very attached to their elder brother.
After inheriting all the memories of the original Feng Lin, Feng Lin also inherited his emotions. Looking at his younger brother and sister who were skinny and small due to malnutrition, a faint warmth appeared in his heart.
In the past, he was an only child. He didn't expect that he would have a pair of siblings after coming to this world.
"Let's eat!" His father who had always been silent said calmly.
They were already a poor family, and it was already very difficult for them to raise Feng Lin alone. Now that they had two burdens, his parents always had a bitter expression on their faces.
The whole family was silent as they slowly drank the low-grade nutrient solution that was as bland as water.
Play!
Suddenly, a brand new projection appeared.
An old man with a stern face stood in front of everyone, looking down at the family from a high vantage point.
He didn't look at Feng Lin's parents. His sinister eyes were like an eagle looking down at its prey. "Feng Lin, as a level 9 clansman of the Feng Clan, you are about to graduate, but your vitality is only 0.4. There's no chance for you to become a cultivator. Next, the clan will arrange for you to work in the clan's energy factory. One month later, you will go for an internship. In any case, it's impossible for you to rely on yourself to enter university. The clan has nurtured you, and according to the clan's rules, you have to come out early to contribute to the clan. 70% of your salary will be handed over to the clan, and the remaining 30% will be kept for yourself … "
From the start to the end, he didn't seek Feng Lin's and his parents' opinions. He merely informed them, and there was no room for them to refute.
After saying that, the projection instantly vanished.
The atmosphere in the room grew even heavier, and the atmosphere was heavy. Feng Cheng and Feng Xin exchanged glances, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The expressions of Feng Lin's parents became even more bitter. They let out a deep sigh and didn't say anything.
They were long used to this and wouldn't resist.
They were born in the clan, and they would die in the clan. This had been the case for generations.
In the Interstellar Era, not having genetic talent was the greatest sin!
If one wanted to transcend this ordinary fate, the only way was to display shocking talent and gain the clan's attention. Only then would they be able to break through the restrictions of their social class and become a high-grade clansman.
Faced with the miserable fate that was about to befall their son, they were powerless to change anything. They could only say to their young twin children, "You two must work hard and awaken powerful mythological genes. Only then will you be able to gain the clan's attention and become an interstellar cultivator, breaking free from the fate of your elder brother! "
A fate that couldn't be changed for generations was like a huge mountain pressing down on the family, making it hard for them to breathe.
Feng Lin remained at his original location, clenching his fists tightly. His eyes were filled with determination.
Such a fate …
He didn't want it!
As the eldest son in the family, he had a small, cramped, and dark room.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he breathed in and out, starting to cultivate an elementary-grade genetic martial art, the genetic breathing technique.
This was a low-grade martial art that didn't have a grade. Through breathing, one could adjust one's external breathing to internal breathing, tempering one's genetic instincts.
Although Feng Lin's heart was filled with anger, he gradually maintained a calm state of mind. His breathing was weak, and it was close to non-existent. Only the occasional rhythmic exhalations from his mouth and nose indicated that he was still alive.
Gradually, he felt a warm current gushing out from the depths of his body, seeping into his meridians, flesh, and every cell, cell nucleus, as well as his genes.
At this moment, his body trembled, and there was an indescribable throbbing in the depths of his genes. A mysterious and unknown cool energy gushed out and instantly grew stronger, drowning him like tidal waves.
Feng Lin's vision blurred. In the dark and silent void, a transparent human figure stood there. There were countless spots of light flashing incessantly, like the stars in the sky, shining brilliantly.
The face of that light figure was exactly the same as his.
An inexplicable message appeared.
Name: Feng Lin
Vitality: 0.4
Monkey Gene: 2
Stonebirth Gene: 1
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