After publishing the epoch-making paper, I was so ecstatic that I fell asleep back to 1923. Looking at the male god-level mentor using an "antique" microscope, he looked disgusted with the DNA in my mouth. It's numb, it's really numb. There is no full-level theory, but there is not even a decent wooden stick in Novice Village! We have no choice but to lead this group of scientific research giants to restart the line of human biology starting from hand-made instruments. But, why is Dr. Sterling, who is always in tit-for-tat with me, looking at me more and more wrong?
