Chapter 161: Learning a Skill

Upon reaching the rooftop, Yang Bo finally understood why they needed residents to clean this area. This wasn’t just an ordinary electric grid.

In the center, there was a noticeable transmitter, surrounded by the scattered corpses of various animals. Some had feathers, some resembled bats, and there were plenty of insects as well.

“This must be some kind of weapon.” Looking at the transmitter that was about three meters tall and half a meter thick, Yang Bo no longer believed it was just an electric grid.

This made it even more clear that March Planet wasn’t simple. Yang Bo could feel the crackling sound of his protective suit as he moved.

“How does this even work?” Yang Bo was curious. He was far from the transmitter, yet how was it generating a high-voltage current around him?

As he moved, electric sparks formed densely on the protective suit on his arm, erupting with a crackling noise.

“An electric field?”

“An energy field?” Yang Bo’s eyes lit up. If he mastered this, he wouldn’t need to throw lightning so obviously—it would be silent!

From afar, a bird flew over, perhaps attracted by the high altitude of the area. As it crossed into the space above the rooftop, it suddenly plummeted, stiffening in mid-air.

“Is the ground also strange?” Yang Bo stared at the bird’s corpse. It was clear this bird had endured much less of an electric attack than he had. If the electricity from his body hit the bird, it would’ve been reduced to charcoal.

With a head full of questions, he cleaned the rooftop thoroughly, clearing the corpses of various animals and insects, totaling at least several dozen kilograms.

It took several hours, mostly spent removing the animal corpses. Some, like the moths, had left dust behind that had to be vacuumed. Finally, the area had to be disinfected using specialized equipment.

Yang Bo came here mainly to see if the library had any barriers to entry. He was aware that many of his abilities required foundational knowledge. But what he gained here was even better—he discovered a new type of weapon.

“Yang Bo, are you interested in learning a skill to earn big money?” After handing in his task at the Company, just as Yang Bo was thinking about visiting the library to find something useful, the Fat Boss asked him this.

“Boss, what do you mean by that? Is the Company now offering skill training?” Yang Bo asked curiously after hearing this.

The Fat Boss told Yang Bo to be patient, making a cup of tea for themself and another one for Yang Bo. “Our Company spans the entire Alliance. Our employees can do all sorts of things—some even know how to operate spaceships.”

“Additionally, I’m also a Mecha Pilot. The first person who trained you, Wu Bing, is also a Mecha Pilot.”

“A Mecha Pilot?” Yang Bo feigned surprise.

In the past, Yang Bo saw being a Mecha Pilot as a prestigious career. Now, he’d learned that wasn’t quite the case.

Mecha Pilots were really just cannon fodder. Their status in society was only hyped up to make it seem more important than it really was. Yang Bo now understood the underlying reason behind this promotion.

“Indeed. Now that you have superpowers, you can try becoming a Mecha Pilot.” The Fat Boss was pleased with Yang Bo’s reaction, as society was filled with admiration for Mecha Pilots.

Yang Bo took a sip of tea, shaking his head as he said, “Boss, I’m not cut out for it. Being a Mecha Pilot requires super-fast neural reflexes. All I have going for me right now is strength.”

“We offer other skills too. You know about Gene Injections, but do you know how they’re made? I have connections where you can learn this.” The Fat Boss nodded, acknowledging that becoming a Mecha Pilot wasn’t easy, as it required lightning-fast reflexes.

For a moment, Yang Bo was confused. What was his boss trying to do? “It’s nothing unusual,” the Fat Boss said. “Everything is manmade—whether it’s mechs or warships. Our Company is huge, and we don’t lack talent. While I can’t promise you’ll learn the most advanced technology, acquiring a new skill guarantees you can make money.”

To the Fat Boss, he was giving Yang Bo a golden opportunity. Even if Yang Bo couldn’t master it, he’d still be grateful for the chance.

But what if Yang Bo did master it?

The Fat Boss didn’t even dare imagine it. Gene pharmacology required immense talent; no one in the entire family or the Company was a high-level Gene Pharmacist. What did being a high-level Gene Pharmacist mean? It meant producing a steady stream of Advanced Gene Injections, and those injections meant a rise in high-level superpowers. Although the Fat Boss’s family discouraged using Gene Injections, the Company’s employees weren’t held to the same restrictions.

“Boss, are you joking? Can a top-tier field like Gene Pharmacology really be learned by someone like me?” Yang Bo thought the Fat Boss was joking with him.

The Fat Boss chuckled and handed a book to Yang Bo. “Here, this contains three formulas for making basic Gene Injections.”

“Gene injections don’t require you to understand their underlying theory. You just need to follow the recipe. Researching Gene Injections is something for master-level pharmacists. Other pharmacists only need to execute the formulas created by masters,” the Fat Boss continued.

Yang Bo knew how difficult becoming a Gene Pharmacist was, but still asked, “If it’s that easy, have you learned it, Boss?”

Hearing that, the Fat Boss sighed. “It sounds simple, but there are many subtleties involved.”

“First, different batches of Gene Serum materials contain energy variations, subtle to the point our instruments can’t detect them.”

“Aside from energy differences, the content varies. Traces of minerals within the materials can react with other trace minerals.”

“These reactions introduce tiny timing differences during production. If you don’t handle the timing properly, the Gene Serum can either fail or result in a defective product,” the Fat Boss elaborated.

Yang Bo thought for a moment, then asked, “Why not purify the materials further?”

“Activity. The number of times certain materials can be purified is limited, and more purification reduces their activity, lowering the quality of the material itself.”

“For instance, an original C-grade material might be downgraded to D-grade after too much refinement,” the Fat Boss explained further.

“If you closely follow the production process, you’ll understand. The process gives you only an approximate timeline, not an exact one. Furthermore, factors like temperature will also be affected by everything I’ve just mentioned, and at that point, it’s up to the pharmacist’s instincts to handle it,” the Fat Boss said. Yang Bo now understood.

“But where do you even buy Gene Serum materials?” Yang Bo asked again.

“You can buy them through the Company or in the black market. You can also sell your created injections on the black market.” The Fat Boss thought Yang Bo was serious about learning Gene Pharmacology and couldn’t be happier. It was a field that devoured money. The Fat Boss remembered diving in, thinking he could handle it, only to realize how deep the water was after spending a fortune.