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**Name: Non-Class Gene Breakthrough Potion**
**Potion Ability:** Violently unlocks genetic locks through the power of Corpse Energy, significantly enhances physical limits, transcends human boundaries, and grants immunity to all Corpse Poisons below the current energy level.
**Energy Level:** (Limit)
**Current Physical Condition:**
**Influencing Factors Entry:** Enhanced Physique and other factors.
**Remarks:** The key to the next level of existence, and this one in your hands is the most precious.
Finally, looking at the Non-Class Gene Breakthrough Potion in his hand, Ye Wumeng felt tears welling up in his eyes, overwhelmed with excitement. This journey had been incredibly challenging.
Let’s begin!
Ye Wumeng lifted the freshly made Non-Class Gene Breakthrough Potion to his lips and slowly drank it down. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain erupting from his abdomen, causing his legs to buckle beneath him as he collapsed to the ground. His body curled up violently, resembling an injured shrimp. He pressed his hands tightly against his abdomen, knuckles turning white from the pressure, veins bulging on his arms as if they were about to burst through his skin.
Sweat beads instantly formed on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks, some even dripping into his mouth which was slightly open from the pain. The salty taste did nothing to alleviate his suffering. His teeth ground together with a harsh clatter, and he bit his lip until it bled, yet he seemed completely unaware of it.
His feet kicked wildly against the ground, desperately seeking a position that might ease the agony. Each movement was accompanied by suppressed groans escaping from his throat, a sound that seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul—hoarse and helpless.
No wonder the mortality rate is so high!
This was the last thought that crossed his mind before he succumbed to the overwhelming pain and fainted.
In the early morning, rays of sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains like golden threads, gently drifting into the third-floor room filled with treasures. The sunlight illuminated Ye Wumeng's handsome face as he felt his eyelashes flutter and slowly opened his eyes.
It’s already morning!
He propped himself up and was surprised to find that he felt completely relaxed. Opening the system's Transparent Blue Panel revealed:
**Current Combat Power:**
Goodness, it has increased exponentially!
He could feel that now he could probably take down Hu Xu with just one punch.
By the way, what happened to Hu Xu after Shihua?
The thought suddenly popped into Ye Wumeng's mind, and after some consideration, he decided to find a time to check it out.
After getting himself ready, he walked down the stairs with a light step, noticing Lu Hao busy at work. Lu Hao looked up at him as well.
"Manager, I'm so glad you're okay!"
The moment Lu Hao saw Ye Wumeng, he was momentarily taken aback. Then his eyes reddened slightly as he rushed over to embrace Ye Wumeng.
"What’s wrong? I just took a nap. Why does it feel like I’m on the verge of death?" Ye Wumeng joked lightly.
"Don’t you know? You’ve been holed up in your room for three whole days! I knocked on your door multiple times, but you didn’t respond. Everyone outside is saying that you—"
Lu Hao calmed down and began to recount what had happened over the past three days. Because Ye Wumeng had not shown up, everyone had started to associate his disappearance with that of Anlius.
Indeed, the Bonfire Group had publicly announced that Anlius was missing. The common thread between Anlius and Ye Wumeng was that explosion; after all, Ye Wumeng hadn’t returned when the goods went missing.
People speculated that Ye Wumeng might have died in that explosion, and the surrounding refugees were becoming restless. Some had even begun stealing and robbing.
Without Ye Wumeng around, the goods were left solely in Lu Hao's hands. Although he had a gun, there would always be those who took chances, believing they wouldn’t get caught.
Fortunately, during this time, Deng Sanqi frequently came by to help Lu Hao shoulder the pressure.
"You’ve really worked hard," Ye Wumeng nodded at him just as chaos erupted again at the entrance of the store, with a crowd shouting about something unknown.
"Let’s go take a look."
Ye Wumeng moved to leave, and Lu Hao seemed less tense than usual; with Ye Wumeng behind him as a pillar of support, he followed closely.
"Get that old man out of here! If you don’t want to die, let that kid Lu Hao come out! You’re just an old man; get lost!"
At the entrance of the store, Deng Sanqi stared intently at the rowdy group in front of him, his gaze fixed on what they held in their hands.
That was a Rein Type I Double Powder Assisted Vintage Pistol—the very first gun Ye Wumeng had taken from the store.
Although it was prone to misfire, its power was certainly not to be underestimated!
If we’re talking about firepower alone, the Mark III was merely its younger sibling. However, this gun only had that one advantage.
But where did these refugees get such weapons?
"Hmph! This store is under my protection; if you leave now, I won’t hold it against you."
With that, Deng Sanqi pulled out a Mark III from his pocket and aimed it at the few people in front of him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Mark III was under significant pressure from several Rein Dual Fires.
Neither side could afford to make a mistake; otherwise, it would mean death! The standoff continued, with both parties hesitant to make a move, each pointing their guns at the other, neither willing to let their guard down.
"Alright, Deng Ge, I'm here."
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out. Deng Sanqi paused for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. The kid had finally woken up. As a senior member of the Bonfire Group, Deng Sanqi had some understanding of Ye Wumeng's situation; he knew that breaking through genetic limitations was an extremely difficult process that required a period of dormancy. However, most people only needed to sleep for a few hours or a day at most. He had never seen anyone sleep for three consecutive days. Whether this was good or bad remained uncertain.
Ye Wumeng stepped out of the shop and scanned the crowd, his gaze landing on the few people holding guns in front of him, his eyes cold as ice. It seemed it was time to make an example out of someone!
The moment they saw Ye Wumeng, those individuals were momentarily stunned, a flicker of fear rising within them. However, looking at the weapons in their hands bolstered their confidence. They turned to Ye Wumeng and spoke with an arrogant tone.
"Hey, isn't this the You Cai Store Manager? Haven't seen you in a few days—looking pretty rough!"
"Let me tell you, we’re taking over your store today! No one can stop us!"
He glanced at his fellow Brothers who were also armed with Rein Dual Fires and shouted loudly. This was not just a declaration of war against Ye Wumeng; it was also meant to bolster his own and his Brothers' courage.
"Brothers, don’t be afraid! With these weapons in our hands, we could take down even some powerful Undead—let alone humans!"
"You Cai Store Manager, step aside now! I promise my Brothers and I won’t harm you!"
He took a step forward, and the surrounding refugees watched everything unfold with concern for Ye Wumeng. Without You Cai's goods, they would go hungry again. No one believed Ye Wumeng could win; after all, he was facing guns!
Seeing this, Ye Wumeng curled his lips into a smirk, his eyes icy as he drew a Cutlass from behind him and pointed it at them slowly.
"You are looking for death!"
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