You got in the car and soon arrived at your apartment complex.
You headed for your unit, but the moment you got close you sensed strangers inside.
You gave nothing away, walked straight in; the instant you entered the bedroom a figure lunged at you.
As the shadow closed in you spun round and struck with the mental force you'd grasped at death in the simulation.
Your blow seemed formless, yet in the intruder's eyes you became a Supreme who ruled life and death, bringing down a heaven-shaking palm.
Watching the figure's blood pour from every orifice under your Mental Energy, you realized you'd underestimated that death-bed insight.
With this power you could assault another's mind—without even going all-out you'd half-killed a Transcendent.
How did you know he was a Transcendent? The speed he showed when he attacked told you he was no ordinary man.
You roused him, applied a few hypnotic tricks from the Soul-Transfer Technique, and finally learned who he was and why he'd come.
He was, of course, the murderer of the Original Body's Owner.
He had awakened the ability to control blood; it let him absorb others' blood to boost his stats. At first he drained animals and poultry, but the gains proved pitiful.
So he turned to human blood—starting with blood-bags from hospitals—only to find them even weaker than animal blood.
Fresh human blood gave the greatest boost, so he stepped onto a dark path; in this world you were his first victim.
The reason? Lin Yu here had no one who cared, no job, and holed up in a rented flat—an ideal target.
His purpose in your room was clear: curious about your resurrection, he'd come to seize you and wring out the secret of coming back from the dead.
He never stopped to wonder if a man who returned from death was someone he could handle—greed had blinded him; after all, it was resurrection.
After the interrogation you sent him on his way—downward.
Then you sprinkled Corpse-Dissolving Powder, turned the body to sludge, and flushed it into the sewer.
You had to admit: Corpse-Dissolving Powder is black-tech straight out of a Wuxia tale; you still don't understand how the stuff works.
The next morning you cancelled the lease with the landlord and went straight to the Supervision Bureau.
At three p.m. people from the East Continent headquarters arrived, all smiles; you followed them back to HQ.
Day three: you reached the outskirts of Skylight City, the Federation's East Continent capital. The Federation runs twin capitals; the West Continent seat is Starlight City.
A specially-modified transport sliced through the clouds; through the porthole you saw a sprawling complex emerge below.
The installation covers an area the size of a small City, ringed by three electromagnetic walls; at dawn the silver central tower gleams with cold metallic light.
Most striking is the hemispherical district in the north-east—clearly a research division.
Here stands not only the East Continent Supervision Bureau but every kind of research department as well.
They welcomed you warmly—especially the human-body specialists, who looked at you like a priceless treasure. Their stares made your skin crawl.
Only when Bureau Chief Blue Sky showed up did their eyes finally cool a little.
The chief, about thirty, was the lightning-wielding Transcendent you'd seen in the home of transcendents videos.
More than that, he was the first Transcendent the Federation ever discovered.
You could feel he posed a real threat; unlike Shi Shan, Blue Sky's body held vast stores of power.
"Looks like energy-manipulation Transcendents are easier to spot; the rest are indistinguishable from ordinary folk until they act."
After the long trip, Blue Sky arranged for HQ staff to escort you to a lavish single suite for the night; tomorrow they'd run deeper tests.
You complied willingly—this was exactly part of your plan.
Day four: they led you to a cavernous lab whose equipment dwarfed anything you'd seen in the City branch.
All the specialists who'd greeted you yesterday were present.
They put you through every test imaginable.
Your mighty Physical Body did cause minor headaches.
To draw blood, ordinary needles couldn't pierce your skin; only a special-alloy tip finally extracted a few drops.
There were also EEG scans, nerve-reflex checks, and a battery of other procedures.
Day five: "My god, is this even human?" The reports were out.
The tech titans stared in disbelief; if your genes hadn't said human they'd have sworn you were some creature in a people-suit.
Every metric exceeded human limits by dozens of times.
Strength, speed, defense, regeneration, immunity—you were far beyond ordinary mortals.
You were immune to every toxin, virus, or bacterium on Earth; a wound that took a normal person a day to heal closed in under a minute for you.
Cell analysis suggested you could live five hundred years at this rate.
That wasn't what shocked them most—your brain did.
Your neural capacity dwarfed human limits: reaction speed, memory, data handling, uptake, analysis—all leagues ahead.
Put into research, you'd become the world's top scientist—top in every field.
Your achievements would effortlessly eclipse theirs.
Once the Federation saw the report it scrapped the original plan.
Seeing your power right after Awakening, they knew you'd only grow stronger. Their idea had been to win you over gradually and eventually have you share Blue Sky's burden, guarding a region.
Now they felt wasting you as mere muscle was a loss; after unanimous debate they enrolled you in the Federal Research Institute.