He was Xiao Jingyuan.
A scientist standing at the pinnacle of human intelligence.
Even without a laboratory, a reactor, a supercomputer, or precision instruments...
The knowledge, logic, vision, and intellect in his mind remained the most powerful weapon of this age, unmatched by anyone.
A concubine-born son? Lowly? Bullied by everyone? On the brink of death?
Xiao Jingyuan slowly raised his hand and gazed at the thin yet youthful palm. His fingertips curled slightly. The faintest curve, hiding a razor-sharp edge, lifted at the corner of his lips.
"Starting today,"
"there will be no more Sixth Prince Xiao Jingyuan in Great Xia, at the mercy of others."
"There will only be... Xiao Jingyuan, returned from nuclear fire, reborn through the flames."
"This imperial palace, this troubled age, this world..."
"I accept the challenge."
