The moment archaeological technician Lin Du touched Xingtian's battle axe deep inside a glacier, his genetic lock shattered with a roar. Scalding blood capable of melting through ice seeped from the wound in his right palm, and his ordinary body temperature of 39°C became a thing of the past. To raise his orphaned younger brother, he concealed his War God bloodline and eked out a living in an urban village, repairing rice cookers by day and evading genetic hunters from the Genesis Bureau by night.
Meanwhile, Su Wan, the Genesis Bureau's chief monitoring officer, turned every report she wrote about him into a veiled love letter. When liquid-nitrogen bullets collided with lava fists above a wet market, and a refrigerator defrosting job turned into a nuclear power plant rescue mission, the two nemeses discovered that:
Xingtian's power could burn everything, but it couldn't cook a pot of dumplings for someone coming home late.
The Xirang genes could rewrite civilization, but not the three mints she had hidden in his repair shop.
