Chapter 36: The Task That Can Never Be Completed – Section 10 Endless black hair, just like a mother’s womb. So warm. If only he could sleep like this forever. Because he was utterly exhausted. It had been so long; he could no longer remember the time. Endless killing and exploitation had accompanied him from the start. Everyone around him who had even a slight ability wanted to turn him into a weapon in their hands. Caught in the whirlwind of power struggles, even if he possessed extraordinary powers, he could only lament his unfair fate. Why could other people’s children enjoy family warmth, while he had to undergo the harshest training? Why could hypocritical politicians wield power in the court, while he could only heal his wounds in the darkness? Freedom—what a precious word. Black Hair once thought he had achieved it. But when he tried to do something for himself, the vortex of war swallowed him again. Perhaps he was an omen of disaster; everyone who got close to him would unknowingly be drawn into calamity. Slowly opening his eyes, Black Hair gazed at the peaceful starry sky outside the window, silent for a long time. This was the eighth day since he left that mysterious space… Speaking of which, that experience still seemed as illusory as a dream. If it weren’t for his still-vibrant heartbeat, he might have thought it was all just a dream. The sudden flash of dark blades, a rolling, obese head, and the fall of a headless body. The relaxed mood he once felt now seemed utterly ridiculous to Black Hair. The Descendant was the supreme god of this world’s biological realm. How could he die so easily? He couldn’t believe that the guy who called himself Henry was actually a recreated being. His body was entirely reconstructed from human flesh. No wonder he looked no different from humans. And his true form was secretly laughing right under Black Hair’s nose. The jade platform—Henry’s true form was actually the very jade platform that had carried him all this time!! The powers of the Descendant were truly divine. Even that piece of jade became a living entity in their hands. According to Henry’s explanation later, that jade was originally the foundation for storing the Descendant’s knowledge. But by his generation, tremendous breakthroughs in the biological realm had led to the ability to recreate souls.

Soul—the most mysterious term in the universe. Henry never imagined he would end up involved in this field. By the time he realized the danger, it was already too late. The research on soul creation had become a reality. Just like the mythical creators, he was able to create beings with self-awareness.

Henry was terrified. He knew he had violated the laws of the universe and inadvertently broken the taboos surrounding life. To save himself, he made extensive preparations. Moving to that mysterious space was just one of those precautions. Moreover, he boldly applied the results of his soul research to himself, separating his soul from his body and attaching it to this jade platform.

The jade platform, capable of holding the knowledge of countless generations, was naturally extremely sturdy—perfect for hiding a soul. Coupled with the puppet he created for himself, he believed that even if the universe’s laws punished him, he would still have a chance of survival.

And indeed, this idea came true.

The second attack by Blackhair was something he never expected. When the headless corpse fell to the ground, Henry, hidden on the jade platform, was also drenched in cold sweat.

For some reason, at that moment, Henry suddenly thought of the laws of the universe. Just like an ancient proverb from Earth’s Huaguo: “It’s not that it won’t be protected; it’s just not the right time yet.” Watching the headless corpse spew blood violently, Henry began to believe that this was his fate.

If he hadn’t moved his soul to the jade platform in advance and created a puppet, Blackhair’s attack might have killed him right away. The consequences of violating the universe’s laws would be revealed today.

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. Henry on the jade platform was almost paralyzed with fear. When his gaze accidentally fell on that golden heart, he shuddered violently, feeling ice-cold all over.

If this was a calamity, then that golden heart was its source. Why? Why was he always blinded by greed? If this genetic map could accelerate biological evolution, wasn’t it also taboo, just like the realm of souls? He had already broken the seal on the soul and violated a taboo once. If he continued to act recklessly and opened another sealed door, death alone might not be enough to solve the problem!!

Perhaps the entire lineage would disappear from this realm because of his greed!!

So what happened next was a complete turnaround. Even Hei Fa was stunned. A new Henry stepped out of the wall and rushed frantically toward the jade platform. Taking advantage of Hei Fa’s unconscious state, when he couldn’t seek death, he quickly made repairs. The skills of his descendants were fully utilized by him. In just a short while, Hei Fa’s body was restored to its original state, with not even a wound visible.

Then, Henry, as if avoiding a plague, sent Hei Fa and Hei Fa’s ship, Li Feng, out of that space. He didn’t forget about Li Feng either. This was the flaw of a genius. Once he decided on something, nothing could make him change his mind. Henry was a genius, so his flaws were very obvious. He feared the unknown.

The laws of the universe were mysterious and unknown; only those at the top of the food chain could touch upon a little bit of them. The more so, the more he feared them. Naturally, he tried to avoid Hei Fa at all costs.

That’s why Hei Fa could continue to observe the peaceful starry sky and, as usual, savor a glass of fine red wine.

He had already checked his own physical condition. Just as He Nu described, Hei Fa knew that Henry hadn’t touched the gene map again. Moreover, perhaps out of fear, he had injected a lot of life energy into his body while making repairs and made adjustments to significantly reduce the gene map’s control over his heart, so he wouldn’t suffer that knife-like pain anymore.

Was this some kind of compensation for himself?

Hei Fa gave a bitter smile, feeling bewildered by this experience in the mysterious space.

Think about it—someone had opened his chest right in front of him and touched his most secret treasures, only to send him out intact. Such an experience would seem like a dream if not experienced firsthand! And the laws of the universe mentioned by He Nu really stirred his thoughts.

Could it be that the gene map on his body was related to this most mysterious and supreme thing??

That’s too absurd, isn’t it?

The gene map was a blueprint created by the people of Huaguo. In other words, it was a design for creating people of Huaguo. But the people of Huaguo were also human beings. Although there were many myths throughout history claiming they were descendants of dragons, Hei Fa considered those just exaggerated tales typical of myths—definitely not reality.

Then how could this gene map be explained? Why did Henry say it was the key to biological evolution?

Doubt, like a mist, shrouded the Black-Haired man’s mind. Until a clear and pleasant voice came from beside him, interrupting his thoughts.
“Master, this is the red wine you requested.”
The Black-Haired man turned and saw an ‘angel’ kneeling respectfully at his feet, holding a tray high before him. The amber-colored wine in the transparent crystal glass resembled a gemstone. Yet it failed to capture his attention. His gaze remained fixed on the ‘angel’.
He sighed deeply.
This was probably one of Henry’s compensations.
The ‘angel’ was beautiful, different from those he had seen above the mysterious island. This one matched exactly the descriptions in Earth’s myths—slim figure, flowing hair, and even a beautiful face. Her large, pure wings fluttered gently behind her, creating a striking impression. The Black-Haired man could almost touch the delicate feathers.
But he wouldn’t do so. For these ‘angels’ were all female—in other words, creatures modeled after human women.
Such ‘angels’ had been in the cabin since he woke up, a total of eleven of them, each an astonishingly beautiful woman. They addressed him as ‘Master’.
Damn, what did Henry mean by this? The Black-Haired man rubbed his forehead, feeling his headache worsen. He took the glass from the tray and waved his hand.
The ‘angel’ respectfully withdrew and vanished at the door in an instant. The Black-Haired man noticed many of his subordinates gathered outside, all stretching their necks and widening their eyes, looking like a bunch of clowns with their sighs and groans. Yet the ‘angel’ moved calmly among them, unbothered at all.
Was this what reconstructed creatures looked like? Staring at the ‘angel’s’ back, the Black-Haired man sighed again. The Nuclear Father God was truly formidable. But this only made his suspicions about his own genetic blueprint even more unsettling. What secrets lay hidden in this blueprint? Could he uncover them?
Silence reigned until a flash of light passed by the window in front of him. He knew another meteor had shattered. The universe was just like that—birth, death, and endless cycles; there was no permanence. No matter how massive a celestial body, it would eventually perish.
So, what about his own oath?
The image of the old general flashed before his eyes again, along with the words he spoke before pulling out the Black-Haired man’s heart.

“No one can untie it, not even you.”