Chapter 672: Convergence of Fates

“Lord Yenir, what should we do now?”

“Our resonance level only measured as B-class…”

His expression was awkward and uneasy.

With another batch of equipment sent by the rebels, the testing accelerated dramatically. Meanwhile, Ming Luo and the others were dismayed to see that their suppressed mental power—much like Yenir’s—was leading to disastrous test results.

Although they didn’t mind it themselves, they were worried about being separated from Yenir.

Everything here is too bizarre; no one has any idea what will happen next.

Lifting his head, Yenir pushed aside the chaotic suspicions swirling in his mind and stopped dwelling on his own situation. With so little information, his immediate priority was to figure out what was going on.

“I’ll find a way to keep you with me. I seem to have a high level of authority—these soldiers react to me very differently from everyone else.”

“But aside from that, have you noticed? It’s been over two hours since the first group inhaled the virus, yet they all seem completely fine.”

Yenir furrowed his brows as he scanned the survivors present.

He noticed that Yu Keran had hesitantly joined the test, mimicking her older brother by inhaling a heavy dose of viral mist. A typical second-stage beginner—and the prototypical little girl—showing no adverse reactions two to three hours after exposure completely defied Yenir’s expectations.

“Maybe that isn’t the zombie virus? Or perhaps they mixed something else in? It can’t be… it can’t be that the rebels developed an antidote, can it?!”

“Or could it be that the mist we just inhaled has lost its infectivity?!”

Ming Luo’s face suddenly turned grave, and he blurted out his theory without thinking.

Yet his hypothesis was so astonishing that even Yenir wasn’t entirely sure after hearing it.

“The possibility isn’t zero. In fact, maybe this is why I’m being valued so highly?”

In the brief silence that followed, Yenir suddenly realized that the problem was circling back to him.

Although he didn’t believe that the rebels had truly developed a toxin-free substance to harness the zombie virus’s properties, on reflection it wasn’t impossible for them to produce a defective version—something like a ‘zombie stimulant’ that delays onset while introducing side effects.

Retracing the reaction of that rebel high-ranking officer, Yenir even considered one possibility!

“The mist we inhaled was most likely developed from awakeners like me! In that officer’s eyes, I was the awakener fused with the virus! Is that why he was so certain? Because they’d seen someone like me before?”

“Could it be that I’ve actually been infected? That they’re selecting awakeners like me—or even planning mass production?!”

“Wait…?!”

Suddenly, clarity struck Yenir, and in an instant he recalled a crucial detail he had overlooked!

“Damn it! If that’s the case, everything falls into place!”

“Put yourself in their shoes! Imagine being in their position!”

“If I were that rebel high-ranking officer and saw someone named Yenir rising at an unimaginable speed, what would be my first instinct?!”

“I’d immediately try to dig up everything about him, to understand exactly how he managed it!”

“And my own history would be easy to trace! They might not know what I did before heading to the capital, but they could certainly piece together everything before the testing.”

His heart pounded wildly as an indescribable, absurd notion washed over him.

As one clue after another clicked into place, Yenir felt that his theory was inching ever closer to the truth.

“They discovered that I was infected and found out that I resorted to taking hostages to storm Testing Plaza! They learned that my innate talent is extraordinarily unique—a mental type!”

“So, in the rebels’ eyes, an infected mental type is the secret behind my rapid progress!”

“Perhaps, after repeated tests, they couldn’t find many mental types, so they decided to artificially create some through what they call mental resonance!”

“So…!”

“So all of this is because of it?! These lunatics want to mass produce versions of me?!”

Damn it!

Unable to hold back a silent curse, Yenir instinctively glanced down, wishing he could slice this whole place apart with a single swing.

He longed to see if the base beneath his feet was, as he feared, mass-producing his kind.

Truthfully, the mere thought left him feeling both disoriented and strangely exhilarated.

“This theory is highly plausible! I know my combat ability isn’t solely due to innate talent, yet in my past life, it was the pinnacle of potential.”

“During the apocalypse, rumors spread that being infected with the zombie virus could turn you into an awakener, with many awakeners mutating after infection.”

“Thus, in the rebels’ eyes, if they could replicate a few of me, it wouldn’t matter if countless others perished!”

Taking a deep breath, Yenir clenched his fists tightly.

If he weren’t already uncertain whether his divine-level innate talent was a result of the virus, he would have already tested the theory.

“It shouldn’t be! If divine talent appeared so easily, then even as humanity neared extinction, tens of thousands of mental types would exist worldwide. Surely, not a single one would be infected—especially since mental power is the weakest form of combat early on, leaving them utterly defenseless in chaos.”

Yenir was convinced that in his past life, when humanity fell globally, he was the only SSS-level individual—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been seen as everyone’s last hope!

Even then, the odds of someone like him emerging were astronomically low—a one in billions chance.

For Yenir, he wouldn’t risk millions, or even tens of millions, in experiments. But for Mother, things might be entirely different.

Slowly closing his eyes as his thoughts crystallized, Yenir felt as though he had finally grasped the key amidst the haze of uncertainty.

“If that’s really the case, then the message Uncle Fang sent earlier makes sense.”

“Mother wants to mass produce me, which is why she stirred up the rebellion—conducting experiments in the Tianjin Battle Zone while triggering a zombie horde across the Huaxia Battle Zone!”

“This might not even be a civil war—it could be a race war!”

Murderous intent ignited in his eyes as Yenir stared coldly; at that moment, his desire to kill Mother nearly peaked.

Before investigating further, he had always believed that the enemy was simply another faction within Huaxia, fighting over interests—a purely internal human struggle.

But as he learned more, Yenir increasingly realized that his enemy didn’t even consider him human!

“We have to dig deeper—no matter the cost!”

“That rebel high-ranking officer must see me as the perfect test subject! Once I can bring him under control, I might even pinpoint Mother’s whereabouts!”