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Chapter 310: Spirit Devourer

"Why was I so crude just now? Getting my hands dirty by hitting such a low-class person." Zhao Zhisheng, gripping the steering wheel, suddenly realized he had been a bit too emotional earlier, actually stooping to argue with an ordinary person himself.

Although he felt his actions had been somewhat improper, he quickly dismissed the thought. Hitting someone was no big deal, after all. He turned his attention instead to flirting with the beautiful woman in the passenger seat.

Feng Buhui was a genius; everyone thought so, both he himself and his neighbors.

From a young age, he was extremely curious about everything around him, often asking peculiar questions. At first, his mother could answer them, but soon, she found she couldn't always keep up with her son's inquiries.

His family wasn't well-off and couldn't afford to spend large sums of money buying books to satisfy Feng Buhui's curiosity. So, when he was eight, she got him a city library card, allowing him to seek answers on his own.

From then on, aside from eating, sleeping, and attending school, he spent all his time at the library. He preferred reading over the boring games other children played.

Relying on an intelligence far surpassing his peers, Feng Buhui consistently skipped grades in school because the lessons were simply too easy for him. At fourteen, Feng Buhui was directly admitted to Tianqing University, the Huaxia Federation's new premier institution.

Over the next six years, he earned his doctorate in bioengineering. That year, he was twenty.

Although he never awakened any abilities and remained an ordinary person, such a genius naturally entered the Spirit Energy Research Institute, Huaxia's most immense research organization.

This bloated institution was rife with power struggles and infighting. Huaxia's three major factions treated it as a battleground.

Of the trillions in annual funding the Spirit Energy Research Institute received, less than ten percent truly went to actual research. The rest was either misappropriated by various academic bureaucrats for social expenses or converted into large quantities of spirit materials for personal enhancement.

The diligent work of the low-level researchers was often plagiarized by their superiors, becoming material for their applications for more funding.

Initially, quite a few established, principle-abiding old professors, free of worldly desires, maintained a clear stream in the academic world.

However, everything changed later. Few could resist the temptation of regaining their youthful vigor, especially for a group of trembling old men.

The young Feng Buhui was profoundly disappointed by such an institution, yet he had no power to change any of it, so he chose to escape.

Thus, he wrote an application to return to the Spirit Energy Research Institute's branch in his hometown, Tianning City, to continue his research in that quiet little city.

Originally, he could have chosen to go to the United States, where biotechnology was most developed, but several years ago, after the "Color Revolution," the United States had forcefully expelled all non-white residents, leaving him with no other option.

The branch office's salary wasn't actually low; a monthly income approaching 20,000 was definitely considered middle-class in Tianning, where living expenses weren't high.

However, this small branch suffered from tight budgets. Many times, if he wanted to conduct experiments, he had to squeeze a portion from his own salary to buy materials. But Feng Buhui never mentioned this to anyone, quietly continuing his research.

It was precisely because of this that his girlfriend always thought he only earned a few thousand, believing she saw no future with him. And, proud as he was, he didn't want to explain too much.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Buhui slowly picked himself up from the ground. Although Zhao Zhisheng's punch seemed impactful, the actual injury wasn't severe.

Zhao Zhisheng's father had told him about killing people in public; only a certain currently arrogant big shot had ever done it and successfully covered it up. If he were to truly beat someone to death in public, the trouble after exposure would be significant, so he hadn't used much force.

"Why must there be Spirit Qi, this thing that disrupts everything?" Feng Buhui muttered to himself, walking aimlessly, his eyes vacant.

He had asked himself this question many times. The emergence of Spirit Qi had completely transformed biological science over the past decade, and as a front-line researcher in a related field, Feng Buhui felt somewhat at a loss.

And half a month ago, after nearly three years of research in genetic engineering, he had inadvertently synthesized an unknown entity called "Spirit Devourer."

Initially, he had merely wanted to use his knowledge to synthesize a gene-weapon-like virus to obtain a bounty worth five billion.

One of the supreme bounty missions on the Contribution Points system was to provide a targeted and effective method to kill the Sea Clan, with a reward of fifty million Contribution Points. Feng Buhui's idea was to use a genetic weapon against them.

Although biodiversity was important, human existence was clearly more crucial. These intelligent Sea Clan members, who threatened human survival, should not exist in this world. After all, humanity should be the master of everything.

In a sense, he succeeded. Mutated creatures infected with Spirit Devourer would continuously have their Spirit Energy reduced until they were entirely decomposed by the Spirit Devourer.

Unlike traditionally defined gene viruses, Spirit Devourer required a designated "original body." The higher the genetic similarity to the original body, the easier the infection.

However, what was strange was that it only worked on creatures that had evolved within Spirit Qi. Feng Buhui, as an ordinary person, was completely unaffected by this substance.

"This twisted world should return to its original state."

Struck hard by the recent incident, Feng Buhui decided to forgo the potential five billion reward and use the Spirit Devourer in his possession to return the world to its proper order.

So, he spent two days tracking Zhao Zhisheng, collecting his genetic samples, and then using him as the original body for the Spirit Devourer, preparing his revenge plan.

That day, Zhao Zhisheng was having dinner with Feng Buhui's ex-girlfriend at a restaurant. Just then, Feng Buhui, still dressed in white, walked over, holding a strange package.

"What, you want another beating?" Zhao Zhisheng looked at Feng Buhui's death stare and felt a bit uncomfortable, so he prepared to stand up and drive away this person disrupting his meal.

"No, I'm sending you off." Before his words finished, he poured the entire package of contents onto Zhao Zhisheng.

"You're asking for death!" Zhao Zhisheng felt it was already magnanimous of him not to punch the other person immediately, but he hadn't expected the other party to play such a prank on him.

But a second later, the rapidly dissipating power within his body told him this was no prank. Soon, he couldn't even stand, collapsing weakly to the ground, watching himself slowly decompose.

Many people were startled by the sudden turn of events. Among them, the quickest to react was a young man holding a phone. He hastily picked up his phone, habitually opened his APP, and pointed the camera at Zhao Zhisheng.

"Hello, everyone, old buddies! I'm Li Hanxian, your streamer from 'Tian Tian Kan Xian.' Right now, in the restaurant where I'm eating, a crime of passion just occurred. The perpetrator even sprinkled something like a corpse-dissolving powder on the other person! The scene is absolutely shocking!"