Chapter 405: Miracle

The young man watched them leave, then turned to look at Miliverna with interest.

"Yes, only you here can stop me! Only you can attack me and buy time, allowing others to take the dynamic key and escape. Staying behind yourself is the best choice, but do you truly believe you can stop me?"

"My goal is the dynamic key on you and this institute's mechanical computer. Obtaining either one will solve my problem. I already guessed you possess the dynamic key and can escape the 'guilt-death mechanism,' but would you truly be unprepared?"

The young man darted forward, his aura suddenly erupting before he slowly sheathed his blade. "It's easy to take advantage of someone unprepared."

"You...?"

Miliverna looked down dazedly at the wound on her body, blood gushing out. "You concealed your true combat power; you're not just a Fourth Tier..."

She gazed at the murderer as her body collapsed with a thud, blood spreading out.

Her mind was filled with deep unwillingness.

She didn't know when the young man had discovered her 'guilt-death inhibition.' It was easily detectable in daily life, as the guilt-death mechanism was a law encoded in genes. It imposed varying degrees of punishment and restraint, causing heart-wrenching guilt based on different criminal acts. Only the two highest taboos – 'desiring to kill' and 'desiring to breach one's core' – if acted upon, would directly trigger guilt-death.

He must have discovered her anomaly after planning to commit a crime. He then secretly breached her brain, disguised as a 'normal' Trojan virus, and prepared in secret for a long time, all for today's attack on the institute.

"'When an emperor rages, millions lie dead. When a common man rages, blood spills three feet... As long as I'm close enough, your powerful intellect is useless.'"

The young man ignored the corpse on the ground, its eyes wide open in death. He turned and strode away, pursuing his goal. "Our great hero of the Ishdarian people! The iron-blooded Human President! You bear the glory of all Ishdarians! You possess a revered spirit, but in the end, you are just a scientist... a hero with no power to fight. You cannot stop me, as long as I break through the dynamic key..."

He turned and left.

Suddenly, the young man's spine was filled with an intense, bone-chilling sense of danger.

He abruptly turned his head and saw Miliverna, who should have been dead, slowly rising. She was like a living corpse, with spreading crimson decay, emanating an intense, inexplicable horror.

"Did you think this was the end?"

She stood in front of him, filled with resolve and extreme rage.

"'A living corpse? What terrifying will makes you refuse to die? This is clearly not your area of expertise.' The murderer stared at the woman, whose body was decaying and oozing, collapsing as if her genes were breaking down. Like Adam long ago, he couldn't suppress the shock on his face.

He had never imagined that the Human President, so weak and unable to fight, a civilian who had never fought, would unleash such a terrifying aura. Despite having fatal injuries, she still stood unyielding...

The murderer's expression calmed again. 'You've unlocked the gene lock, allowing you to unleash incredible potential with your emotions, just like Adam in his rage... Despite your fatal injuries, you can still stand, becoming an unkillable monster.'"

"Is this your trump card?"

His aura suddenly surged, revealing his true cultivation: a Sixth Tier Quasi-Emperor. "No! This isn't a trump card at all! You have no absolute certainty that you can, with your strong will, exploit the instability of your unlocked gene lock to unleash your potential! Adam's case was an accident; you're not sure you can become a second Adam and stop me for a while!"

"I do!" She smiled, filled with intense pride.

"Then die again!"

With a cold demeanor, he lightly swung his specially crafted alloy longblade and darted past her.

"'She dodged it?' His expression froze completely. He saw the woman who had evaded his attack. She was only Fifth Tier; how did she possibly evade a Sixth Tier Quasi-Emperor's attack? What kind of will allowed her to unleash such incredible potential?"

"Young man, I don't know why you've come to this point! Adam the Second, do you wish to become the second artificial Adam? Young man, why do you have such violent criminal thoughts? Is it because it's 'cool'? To dominate the world? Or are you simply lonely inside? To attract humanity's attention? To prove your existence through murder? Your life is still very long; stop this now!"

Miliverna, engulfed in surging aura, her gaze sharp, warned, "Otherwise, you will never understand or experience the life of a normal person. You have already lost the passion, resilience, and stubbornness inherent in the Ishdarian people...."

"'If anyone is Adam the Second, it's me now! I am the true Adam the Second!' She was decaying all over, yet she grinned. 'You can only be the third generation...'"

"'What a tenacious, unyielding will,' the murderer muttered, his composure finally breaking.

For the first time, a flicker of unease crossed his mind. This plan had been meticulously prepared for an unknown duration; this surprise attack and assassination plot against the President was supposed to be foolproof. Yet, he hadn't anticipated such an unexpected turn. If she managed to block him, giving Du Xue time to destroy the last batch of mechanical computers and escape with the dynamic key, he might never...

At this thought, his expression twisted into a frenzy for the first time.

"Get out of my way!"

He swung his blade. "Is it useful for you to block me? Du Xue is too young; she might not be able to handle this complex task of destroying the mechanical computers. And the entire technology park has been sealed by me; she has no clearance to open the gates! This is a cat-and-mouse game! She has nowhere to run!"

The figure, bloody and broken beyond human recognition, stood in front of him.

Due to her genetic collapse, an inexplicable atavism occurred: she began to sprout a slimy tail. The unyielding flames in her eyes illuminated the murderer's pale, handsome face.

"You shall not approach my people. I believe she can create a miracle, just as she believes I can create one now."

"Miliverna, you...?!"

He felt as if he was facing a towering, unyielding wall, with a true hero of humanity standing before him.

The surroundings were quiet, encircled by green trees.

Du Xue was racing frantically, carrying a balloon fish on her back. The balloon fish was frantically communicating on the 'Spore Evolution' game forum.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sighed.

Although the netizens were trying their utmost, the gap between the two civilizations was too vast, and they were still very unfamiliar with each other. They had suffered a major setback before, and whether they could turn the tide this time remained an unknown.

"'The course of action has been fully planned. First, we'll use the dynamic key to bypass Du Xue's firewall restrictions, allowing her to operate outside the law with supreme human authority. This will enable her to kill, invade various networks without restraint, and gain the confidence to contend with that monster.'"

"'Then, we'll go directly to destroy that batch of mechanical computers. Afterwards, we'll have her illegally hack into the institute's network, open the forcibly sealed gates, and escape outside to seek help!'"

This was a confrontation between two hackers.

Although Du Xue's combat power was too weak and her hacking abilities were certainly inferior to her opponent's, they still had to try.

However, upon attempting to use the dynamic key, a warning immediately appeared:

"The supreme human authority for the dynamic key is limited to two individuals: the current Sage and the next successor. Inheritance is refused until both individuals have died."

Only two people have clearance; can it only be inherited after they die?

President Miliverna is still fighting?

His expression subtly changed. This was good news; even if an emergency arose, they could handle it with powerful capabilities—it was simply amazing! He could let Du Xue go find and destroy that batch of old-era mechanical computers first.

"Perhaps after we destroy them, news of victory will have already arrived from there, and we'll be safe and sound."

But on their way, after several minutes, Du Xue suddenly stared blankly at the small silver cube in her hand. A prompt flashed: "Do you wish to inherit the dynamic key?"

Her mind instantly went blank. "Aunt Miliverna... is dead?"