Chapter 151: Test

Yang Bo picked up the menu and saw that it was made of paper, crafted quite exquisitely. As expected of a high-end restaurant.

He then noticed the mushroom mentioned earlier. Not only was it poisonous, but it also sucked blood. Yet here it was, being used as a barbecue ingredient. According to scientific analysis, the mushroom’s toxin decomposes at 135 degrees, turning into a different compound, something like disodium nucleotide…

“Yang Bo, don’t trust strangers easily on this planet. Every time a planet is just being developed, it’s the most chaotic,” the Fat Boss said as he glanced at Yang Bo staring at the menu.

“Because the kind of people who abandon their homeland to come to a new, unknown planet are generally of two kinds. One is those who can’t survive on their home planet, and the other are thrill-seekers. Both types usually have psychological issues. Plus, many organizations operate in the gray areas, and every newly developed planet brings enormous opportunities.”

“Don’t be fooled by the well-behaved look of the people sitting in this restaurant. They might be interstellar pirates, assassin organizations, you name it. These organizations have lots of side businesses, and plenty of dirty money they can’t spend elsewhere. Here, there are plenty of opportunities…” the Fat Boss continued.

While browsing the menu, Yang Bo nodded, wondering, “Why is the Fat Boss telling me all this?”

Yang Bo then placed his order. That particular type of mushroom was limited to 300 grams per person, and many other dishes were also limited.

The mushroom was served, sliced into pieces. It looked a bit like a chicken drumstick mushroom but was gray in color. To his surprise, it tasted amazing.

After the meal, the Fat Boss took Yang Bo to have some tea, leaving Yang Bo even more puzzled.

“Don’t forget to go to the government tomorrow to sign the agreement.” The Fat Boss called out as they parted ways.

Back in his dormitory, Yang Bo pondered why the Fat Boss treated him this way: “Is it because I awakened a superpower?”

Meanwhile, the Fat Boss returned to his home, a small villa, simply decorated. He went to his study and reviewed some documents sent by headquarters.

“The Grey Ash Organization has offered a bounty of 3 billion credits to investigate the truth behind the Green Demon Planet incident.”

“Ninety percent of the Grey Ash Organization’s members have been wiped out by the Alliance. The rest are either hiding or on the run.”

“Some of the involved officials have died in ‘accidents.'”

“Ninety percent of the senior executives of the Four Seas Gene Company have been arrested. The General Manager died in an accident, and the storage room where the classified information was kept was set on fire.”

“The Mutants on Green Demon Planet have formed a parliament and declared autonomy. Seventy-six leaders in total. It is said that one of these leaders spearheaded the incident. Internal sources suggest this leader is an A+ rank superpower user. The Grey Ash Organization’s combat spaceship was reportedly taken down by this individual alone.”

The Fat Boss was dumbstruck reading the reports from headquarters. A combat spaceship? It’s basically a small warship armed with at least three or five laser cannons. Could a human really take one down?

“I’m so envious. With such a powerhouse, the Alliance probably won’t dare go too far.” The Fat Boss knew all too well how afraid the Alliance’s elites were of death.

The Alliance, far from being lenient, had tightened its blockade around Green Demon Planet, terrified that this warhammer-wielding powerhouse might set foot off the planet, posing a latent threat to the elites.

The next day, Yang Bo went to the government to sign the agreement. When the Fat Boss saw the plot of land Yang Bo had chosen, he was dumbfounded.

“Yang Bo, why did you pick that spot?” the Fat Boss quickly asked after they signed the contract and left the building.

“Boss, the land there is big and cheap. Look at the other locations—they’re not only smaller but also more expensive,” Yang Bo chuckled, acting as if he was wise beyond his years.

The Fat Boss hurriedly explained, “That area is near the mountains and the sea, full of dangers.”

“Boss, I’m building a doomsday bunker anyway. Having some danger nearby will be a good test for the bunker’s defenses. Besides, the land I chose allows me to apply for a personal-use laser gun, although it’s resttricted to home use.” Yang Bo lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously.

The Fat Boss almost wanted to slap Yang Bo. The investment required in such a place would be enormous, and how would you even sell it later? That kind of land was practically a death sentence.

“Sigh.” Liu Zhijie could only sigh inwardly. Yang Bo was just an ordinary resident who didn’t know how corrupt the government really was…

“Alright, fine,” the Fat Boss finally gave in.

“Let’s head to the Company and test your strength. As for your superpower, only you can fully understand it—what type, what abilities. I’ll also give you some software later to train your reflexes and reaction speed, as well as videos of superpower users in combat.” The Fat Boss seemed quite eager to see what Yang Bo’s superpower would turn out to be.

They arrived at the Company’s basement, where the Fat Boss explained, “This place is shielded; the outside can’t detect anything in here. Employees also train here. Once you know your superpower’s specific attributes, you can come here to practice. There’s no monitoring equipment.”

Standing before a machine designed to measure strength, Yang Bo was instructed to punch it five times.

He threw his first punch at the round target, and when the Fat Boss saw the numbers, he was shocked: “4.8 tons!”

The Fat Boss couldn’t believe it. Five tons is a critical threshold, meaning Yang Bo had awakened with near the maximum E-class strength, just shy of D-class.

Some people awaken straight to D-class, even B or A-class, but that’s typically the privilege of people from great families with vast resources.

According to general standards, Yang Bo had enormous potential. Some people awaken with just over one ton of strength, if that, barely reaching one ton.

Comparing his strength to others, those with just one ton of power might only reach two tons in a year. That’s a doubling of strength. Meanwhile, Yang Bo needed just a 10% increase to reach D-class. The difference was massive.

The better your foundation, the more you would outpace others, even with a slower growth rate.

“Hit it again,” the Fat Boss urged, now a bit excited.

Yang Bo followed the instructions and hit the target a few more times, eventually arriving at an average value: 4.83 tons.

“Yang Bo, tsk tsk, you’re lucky,” the Fat Boss said as he looked at the data, clearly pleased.

Yang Bo, puzzled, asked, “Boss, what do you mean?”

“Come on, let’s talk in the office,” the Fat Boss said, pulling Yang Bo along.

In the office, the Fat Boss explained, “Superpower users all have a growth rate. Generally, the early growth rate can reach up to 80%, but the further you go, the slower it becomes. After about ten years of awakening, a superpower usually stops growing.”

“Your base strength is 4.83 tons. Even if your growth rate your first year is only 50%, by next year, you’ll have reached over 7.2 tons—a solid D-class. Whereas others with just one ton of strength, even with an 80% growth rate, only end up at 1.8 tons.”

“Of course, this applies to 99% of Genetic Evolvers. The other 1% are from major families, but you don’t need to worry about them.” Liu Zhijie explained in detail.

Yang Bo suddenly understood, “Boss, so you’re saying I’m doing very well.”

“Yes, yes,” Liu Zhijie nodded enthusiastically.

“So Boss, does that mean I get a raise?” Yang Bo asked as he looked expectantly at Liu Zhijie.

Liu Zhijie chuckled, “Of course. I had you do the test first before signing the contract because within our Company, the higher your rank, the better the salary. Also, the compensation for immigrants is different. If you used to get 1 million, now you’ll receive 2 million.”

“Thank you, Boss, thank you!” Yang Bo said, looking quite pleased.

Liu Zhijie had already made up his mind to train Yang Bo as one of his core members. An Evolver like him would be at D-class next year, C-class within two more years. There was almost no doubt he’d reach B-class within ten years. As for A-class… too daring to even imagine.

“I won’t assign this kid any case-related tasks,” Liu Zhijie muttered to himself. In the An Zhijie Corporation, members are ranked based on their strength at each division. The stronger the division, the more and better tasks they receive. An Zhijie Corporation’s missions weren’t limited just to the planet the division was located on; they were based on each member’s capabilities.

How was each member’s ability evaluated? It wasn’t based on their attributes or superpowers but on the number of tasks they completed and the type of missions they had the highest success rate in.

Yang Bo and the Company renegotiated a new five-year contract. This was reported to the government, so there would be no issue.

“By the way, don’t forget the government here subsidizes 30% of our property management fees. Whether for construction or purchase, you’ll get 30% back. Are you really going ahead with what you planned to build?” The Fat Boss gave Yang Bo a gentle reminder.

Yang Bo nodded, “Boss, do you know anyone I could hire to do everything? I’m not good with this stuff.”

“No problem, that’s easy.” Hearing Yang Bo’s request, the Fat Boss’s eyes lit up. Referrals meant profits.

“Also, you get one month of vacation. It’s a benefit everyone receives when they first arrive here, and your salary will still be paid. You can use this time to handle your personal affairs.” The Fat Boss added.

“Thanks, Boss. I’ll finish everything up and return to work immediately.”

“Here are two software programs. One is for training superpower users, mainly for combat skills.”

“The other is for dealing with this planet’s various dangerous creatures. You’ll have to pass a test to qualify for any missions. Every planet has its own unique native species.”

“Got it, Boss.”

“I’ll contact some professionals for you. I’ll let you know when they get back to me—it should be soon. What’s your budget?”

“About one billion credits, give or take.”

“…Alright, then.”

Yang Bo left the company and decided to first check out his land. Meanwhile, the Fat Boss submitted Yang Bo’s basic data to headquarters but altered it, changing his record to 1.4 tons.

“It’s better to tweak it a little. Some bastards at headquarters would snatch up a promising talent like him in an instant. It’d be easy to assign him a dangerous mission, and before you know it, he’d disappear, only to resurface somewhere far away years later.” The Fat Boss muttered as he reported.