Fusing Genes to Become a God

After transmigrating to Earth, where planets had fused together, Lin Zhou became a sickly boy in an orphanage. In this world, alien continents had been forcibly stitched together, spiritual qi had revived, and everyone awakened a talent at sixteen. Talent ranks ranged from F to SSS and directly determined one's place in society: would you rise above the masses, or become a good-for-nothing at the bottom of the safety zone? At the awakening ceremony, others gained elemental control, enhanced strength, or mental links. Even the weakest had a D-rank talent. Lin Zhou awakened... Gene Fusion, rank C. It had no direct offensive or defensive abilities and was deemed "of extremely limited practical use." The whole class burst out laughing. The orphanage's "big boss" mocked him in front of everyone: "Good-for-nothing." The genius young master in his class issued a threat: "With an F-rank, I'd make sure you couldn't survive in the safety zone. C-rank? You're not even good enough to be cannon fodder." Lin Zhou kept those words in mind, then touched a stray cat. Gene Fusion activated. He gained the cat's night vision, extraordinary balance, and rapid reflexes. Later, he touched a wild dog and gained danger sense and an exceptional sense of smell. Mutated ferocious beasts, ancient mythical beasts, legendary genetic creatures... When someone asked what his talent was, he lifted his hand from the Wolf King's corpse, poison still dripping from his fingernails. "Gene Fusion. The good-for-nothing talent you all talked about." His pupils contracted slightly. "It's just that I have more slots."