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“High-Level Superpower!!!” Everyone stared in astonishment at Old Scientist.
“Elder Nie! Are you sure?” Li Chuang exclaimed, gripping Elder Nie's hand with fervor. Their eyes sparkled with excitement; they were part of the same group that had joined Zheng Yifan and were long-time members of the laboratory. In ancient times, they would have been considered close classmates.
Now, if Elder Nie truly possessed a High-Level Superpower, it meant that the laboratory could achieve results more easily, leading to greater profits and increased funding support.
“It should be so. I'm just comparing and guessing based on the hints from the inheritance. I can use my Superpower to analyze the components of substances and even restore the original manufacturing methods. I can trace back to the source and study the essence of materials. However, at this stage, I can only analyze relatively simple substances; tracing back will require my Superpower to evolve to a certain level,” Elder Nie said, still excitedly rubbing his hands together as if he could never get enough.
Everyone understood that an elderly man on the brink of death suddenly regaining youth by several decades would leave anyone exhilarated.
Though his appearance still resembled that of an old man, as his bodily functions gradually recovered, he would soon look younger than his own son.
“Now we just need King Lao to awaken. Please wait a moment while we discuss the construction issues of the laboratory,” Zheng Yifan said, looking at King Lao, who was still activating his Superpower. His heart raced with excitement.
Whether or not Elder Nie was a High-Level Superpower, Zheng Yifan didn’t know, but King Lao would definitely be one. Even now, his body was continuously absorbing Vital Energy, especially in his brain, which absorbed it faster than when Zheng Yifan actively absorbed it.
A plume of smoke seemed to rise before him, pouring into his brain like a funnel.
After more than half an hour, King Lao slowly began to awaken.
The first thing he did upon waking was not to write down his new Superpower. Instead, he clutched his head and shook it vigorously, then looked incredulously at his rejuvenated body.
At over seventy years old, although he had always been in good health, he had many old ailments. But now, all those ailments had vanished. His brain was continuously analyzing all situations as if streams of data flowed through his mind.
“Physical function age: 74; actual age: 74; health status: excellent; completed Superpower Activation; acquired Superpower: Superbrain…” It was as if a mechanical voice within him slowly recited these details.
Then memories began to flash through his mind like a slideshow, as if data had been transferred from one storage unit to another. Suddenly, everything felt different; the entire world reorganized itself in his mind.
In just a few seconds, he reviewed every detail of his life, recalling all his memories in vivid clarity.
"My Superpower is Superbrain, a brain as powerful as a Supercomputer. It feels like all the calculations I used to struggle with have become so much simpler," Old Wang said with a smile as he wrote his Superpower on the contract.
All he wanted now was to return to the laboratory and organize the inspirations that had surged within him. Of course, he had already stopped using his Superpower.
"I can only use my Superpower for one minute at a time; the rest of the time, I need to recover slowly. But I believe that in the future, I will be able to extend that time," Old Wang said confidently.
World-class awards? Those seemed far too easy for him now. He felt like a future scientist emerging from the steam age, with countless technologies flashing through his mind. It was as if he could manipulate the entire world, both above and below ground, standing unrivaled. This was not merely his own thought; it was the transcendent feeling brought by Superbrain.
Although he had stopped using his Superpower, the inspirations remained etched in his mind.
"It seems you've activated what must be a High-Level Superpower. I believe our laboratory's future development will be very promising," Zheng Yifan said with a smile as he patted Old Wang on the shoulder.
Vital Energy surged into his body, counteracting the negative effects brought on by using Superbrain earlier.
Old Wang stared in shock at Zheng Yifan, yet he had already dispelled all unrealistic thoughts from his mind.
The feeling of being unrivaled faded away; there would always be someone stronger. Just from two casual pats on the back, and with less than a second's analysis from Superbrain, he could sense that within a hundred meters, he could not withstand any hostility from Zheng Yifan. Even at the ends of the earth, Zheng Yifan could hunt him down.
This was a sixth sense, a sixth sense granted by his Superpower. Although it felt ethereal, he dared not ignore it.
"Leader, since I promised to join our Hope Gathering Place's laboratory, I will naturally take responsibility for all members of the Gathering Place and for you as well. I will never do anything that would harm the Gathering Place or you," he stated firmly. He understood the power of his Superpower; that active brain brought him not only rebirth but also potential destruction.
Being too smart wasn't necessarily a good thing, but Zheng Yifan didn't mind. He was willing to use Old Wang because Old Wang's Superpower was indeed strong. The real reason for this willingness lay in Zheng Yifan's overwhelming strength; he could ensure that Old Wang would never be able to contend with him. No matter how much Old Wang analyzed everything in the world, there was one thing he could not achieve: enhancing physical strength—raw power.
Moreover, in the future laboratory, they would restrict any unconditional deep contact with outsiders and absolutely prohibit interactions with military personnel.
This is the reverse scale of all Gathering Places. Whoever touches it will die.
"Since you have all chosen to serve me, I will not doubt you. In the Hope Gathering Place, there are no schemes or deceptions; I only need a group of pure scientists who simply want to leave some hope for humanity and provide a better life for people."
"The laboratory will be located in the three four-story buildings halfway up the New Hope Gathering Place. The specific division of departments will be decided internally by you; all I need are proposals and applications for your projects."
"In the future, all your living expenses will be covered by the Gathering Place, and your salaries will be treated as those of senior administrators. Han Rui will inform you of the specific details. Your families can also live in the staff housing for administrators, and if there are special needs, we can build some family housing near the laboratory."
"For experimental equipment and materials, just write an application report and submit it to Han Rui. The main task now is to solve the autumn planting issue and address the food problem. We should try to restart the Post-Apocalypse agricultural machinery. If there are any machines that cannot be found, you can submit an application form to my secretary, who will pass it on to me. Everything is focused on completing the autumn planting..."
Zheng Yifan gradually introduced them to their future needs. The first priority was naturally autumn planting. He could obtain seeds from the real world, but they would need to brainstorm for machinery modifications. They didn’t need to work separately; their main goal was to solve practical problems. The laboratory equipment needed to be gathered piece by piece, as all their experimental equipment in Hansui City had been left behind. Zheng Yifan would have to procure the necessary equipment in the future.
Once autumn planting was resolved, they would help the Gathering Place modify transport vehicles and construction vehicles, but ordinary vehicles would be modified with minimal waste of Zombie Crystal s.
With the Formation Master and Han Rui working together, they calculated that an ordinary vehicle would require dozens of Zombie Crystal s, while construction vehicles would need several times more—sometimes even tenfold—and would continuously consume them. They had yet to develop a formation to restore Zombie Crystal energy.
Moreover, there was a massive plant formation that needed to be arranged, which would also require significant resources. Currently, the income of Gathering Place was only around two thousand Zombie Crystal s, and that number was continuously declining. The agenda for trade and discovering new methods for obtaining Zombie Crystal s had long been pressing Zheng Yifan.
Old Wang had been borrowed by Zheng Yifan alone; he had gathered over twenty elites from Post-Apocalypse society in Gathering Place, including talents from various fields.
Although they might not be the best, with Old Wang at the helm, everything could be resolved, and Han Rui had also joined this project.
They were currently calculating a plan for investing the God Index into international stock markets to raise funds for Zheng Yifan in the real world.
They also proposed other methods of making money in reality; for them, this was a test, while for Zheng Yifan, it was a leap forward. Han Rui looked at Zheng Yifan with confusion but soon cast aside those thoughts that should not have crossed his mind.
There was no need for a second voice in Gathering Place; Zheng Yifan's affairs did not require anyone else's wild speculations.
In this tacit understanding, the tender little boat of the Hope Gathering Place slowly navigated through the turbulent seas of the apocalypse.
What awaited them was unknown to anyone.
The entire management structure of the Gathering Place had been reorganized, reaching a total of 140 people. Although they were Administrators, they also served as educators. Under their management, ordinary members of the Gathering Place were required to learn cultural knowledge every evening, learning how to manage others and how to realize their own value within the Hope Gathering Place.
Night classes quietly began to take shape. In this energy-scarce apocalypse, they still had access to electric lights, which Zheng Yifan could provide. Although the usable voltage was decreasing, the lights could still function for now. However, it was not suitable for widespread promotion, as no one knew when these resources would quietly fail.
Every member of the Hope Gathering Place represented the future of the Gathering Place. As more individuals joined, they would be integrated into their ranks, gradually assimilating into the Hope Gathering Place.
Naturally, some elites would rise among them, but by that time, those people would have long since merged with the essence of the Hope Gathering Place.
Five days later.
As the Gathering Place thrived, a fleet of tricycles slowly emerged from Ruiguan.
Over a dozen tricycles carried just over forty people. They held weapons in their hands, their eyes sharp and fierce, exuding an aura of bravery.
Leading the group was a burly man dressed in a loose sports shirt, his shiny bald head gleaming in the light. His muscles seemed ready to burst through his skin. In his hand, he wielded a strangely shaped stick, stabbing at the air with each step he took.
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