His body was riddled with holes from the radiation.

His brain was as hot as boiling water.

The brain of a human carbon-based life should not have to withstand such a dose of radiation.

The pain he felt at this time had exceeded every death in the past.

He should have simply given up the struggle and resigned to his fate, so that at least he would no longer have to bear the pain of Ling Chi.

Chen Feng has used the power of music more than once to "play with" people's hearts across time and control the power of the human spirit.

He clearly knows that he is the initiator of everything, and has seen countless people accomplish all kinds of great things after their spiritual attributes exploded in historical data.

But before today, his understanding of spirituality was still pale and superficial.

He just took shortcuts and used Zhong Lei's help to indirectly achieve those seemingly great achievements.

But that actually has nothing to do with his own efforts.

In the past he understood, but did not understand.

Now he understands.

When a person's will is strong enough and his spirit actively burns, the invisible quantum storm of thinking can really do a lot of things.

Some strange changes occurred.

The recovery factor that had been absorbed by him and completely dissipated, originally belonging to Lin Bu, was invisibly produced in every capillary in his body.

It was as if his body had actually memorized this special protein structure, and it appeared on its own when needed.

Grains of recovery factor one after another stretched out energy tentacles at the quark level, tightly grabbing every atom in every cell in Chen Feng's body to prevent him from disintegrating in the radiation.

bite!

Chen Feng opened his eyes again.

The burning pain disappeared.

The white light in my mind disappeared.

The real-time self-test system that comes with the atomic therapy device automatically starts.

Chen Feng saw a line of information.

"Chen Feng: Major General. Occupation: Morrowind Warrior. Occupation number: 1. Gene awakening level: 35%."

During this difficult and painful escape process, he continued to withstand the radiation impact of particle bombs, and before his death, he awakened the recovery factor left to him by Lin Bu, and he mutated.

His gene arousal level has improved by leaps and bounds, leaping over the last 0.19% of the long distance to reach the theoretical limit threshold.

35%!

Chen Feng took a deep breath, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort and clarity.

Quantum storms of thought that were as complex as the energy exchange in the galaxy were roaring in his mind.

He turned back to look at the invader's spherical battleship, an invisible but clear frequency response bursting out of his eyes.

That's his anger.

He opened his arms.

Every part of the skin on the body seems to have some deeper and puzzling connection with the universe.

His understanding of the universe has changed, and it seems that he has truly become what his die-hard fans of the intuition school admired, connecting his brain with the universe in a deeper way.

Chen Feng took the lead in demonstrating a "truth" that current scholars cannot prove.

The Academy of Life Sciences’ inference on the threshold of 35% gene arousal is accurate.

After crossing this threshold, carbon-based biological humans have completely reached the next stage in developing their own genetic potential.

Chen Feng truly became the next generation of human beings.

Chen Feng named himself Galaxy Human.

This evolutionary stage should have appeared only after humans set foot on the entire galaxy and became a second-level top-level civilization. This is where the name galactic humanity comes from.

However, due to special circumstances, humans trapped in the solar system continued to squeeze their potential, and absorbed super-level technology such as S-bacteria, and due to his more personal special circumstances, individual galactic humans were born in advance.

on him.

On a certain level, Chen Feng has become another kind of creature.

His thinking became extremely sharp and his reaction speed increased significantly.

He once again surpassed the performance of the customized Morrowind system.

The discomfort disappeared, and he became more comfortable in another explosion.

In the rescue cabin, Tang Tianxin, who had been paying attention to his physical condition, noticed this change.

In the life monitoring system, the green light representing Chen Feng's vitality suddenly became extremely dim at first and almost went out. However, after an instant, it quickly regained its brightness, indicating that he was back to his full strength.

Tang Tianxin and Ou Qinglan next to him looked extremely confused, not understanding what had changed.

For a moment, Tang Tianxin's eyes were slightly moist, his nose became sour, and he felt sad.

She thought Chen Feng was dead.

But suddenly, things took a turn for the worse.

"What just happened?"

Tang Tianxin asked.

Chen Feng: "Nothing, let Ou Qinglan synchronize the data collected by the gravitational wave field detector to me."

Tang Tianxin hummed softly, and Ou Qinglan next to him had already started the operation.

Every time we parted, Chen Feng actually had a lot to say to Tang Tianxin.

But he never had a chance to say goodbye properly.

Because the closer it is to the end, the more critical the node is, and the time left for him is tighter, and there is no room for any negligence.

There will be regrets every time, and Chen Feng is used to it.

He could only deal with Tang Tianxin's "untimely" concern casually, hiding thousands of words in his heart.

If there is a chance, let's say goodbye properly in the future.

If there is a perfect day in life, it must be composed of countless regrets.

Seven seconds later, Chen Feng also saw the huge data collected by the gravitational wave field detector.

It was indeed a chaotic signal like the snowflakes flashing all over the screen after the old-fashioned picture tube TV set lost its signal thousands of years ago.

The background frequency response caused by successive explosions was too strong.

Just like the footprints on the beach are easily washed away by the giant wolf swept up by the storm.

What Chen Feng requested is roughly equivalent to asking people to find an atom at 5498 degrees Celsius on the surface of the sun with an average temperature of 5500 degrees Celsius.

Old man Dong Shan and others tried their best but failed. We can't blame them. It was not the fault of the war.

However, as a galactic human, Chen Feng had a new approach.

"Stop analyzing external frequency response fluctuations, aim the full power of the gravitational wave field detector at my brain, and analyze the quantum changes in my brain."

He ordered.

He planned to use his own brain as a medium to turn himself into a signal relay station to capture and amplify the frequency response of detonating particle bombs.

Because he can "hear" that sound.

Ou Qinglan immediately objected, "No! This will blow your head off!"

Chen Feng shook his head in denial, "No. Just do as I tell you. My intuition has never been wrong."

Ten seconds later.

The conclusion is out.

A short period of time, the energy level was not high, and the frequency response of the quantum storm of thought that gave rise to particles was restored.

Its energy level is extremely low, but its frequency is extremely high, exceeding the detection limit of most current human detection instruments.

Only extremely sensitive gravitational wave field detectors can restore it.

Chen Feng wrote down this frequency.

Since then, humankind's use of involved particles has reached the next stage.

Produce manufacturing, remote control activation, one-stop operation.

At the same time, after Dong Shan and others completed the analysis, they transferred their computing power to bomb monitoring.

Seeing the dense red dots emerging from the star map in front of them, everyone's expressions changed drastically.

It's over.

Tang Tianxin connected to Chen Feng's communication and said calmly: "Chen Feng, please go. It's no longer possible."
To be continued...