I Was Wanted at the Beginning, so I Rubbed the Teleportation Array with My Hands

When I woke up three hundred years later, I found that I was the guinea pig the Federation wanted most. Chen Xingchen's last memory was of a gene therapy table in a laboratory. When he opened his eyes again, the ceiling was unfamiliar, thin tubes were inserted into his wrists, and the giant building outside the window was slowly rotating. A woman in a white coat told him: You have been lying in the dormant cabin for three hundred years, and you are the only survivor of cabin No. 47. But he knew she was lying. Because he has never entered the hibernation chamber. What's even more troublesome is that there is something in his body - a gene editor that calls itself "Star Core", which is automatically collecting biological samples from all around and compiling them into various supernatural abilities. It allows him to sense energy, blend into the environment, and even read the life signals of living bodies. But the editor had a fatal flaw: it required far more energy than his body could handle. And his body - because of the unfinished gene treatment three hundred years ago - is disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The only antidote is an evolution potion worth 30,000 federal coins. An "ancient man" with no identity, no background, and being hunted by at least two forces will make his first pot of gold in a corner of the universe three hundred years from now. The good news is: his editor can harvest the genes of his enemies and make their abilities his own. The bad news is: the first enemy who targeted him was the same person who sent him to the treatment table three hundred years ago. And he's not even dead yet.