The Evolution Battlefield has arrived, bringing with it genetic advancements and ushering humanity into the Galactic Era. Colossal beasts roam the war zones, mechanical starships traverse the void, insectoid hives spread their reach, and titanic creatures drift among the stars—yet all are obliterated with a single shot. “If one shot isn’t enough, then I’ll fire two,” Fang Mu declares, blowing away the faint smoke curling from his gun barrel. Wherever my weapon points, the cosmos itself trembles and falls to ruin.
One-Star Evolution Battlefield, Wild Goose Plain, a small mountain valley.
The sky was blue as silk, clouds scattered gently, and the sunlight was bright but not scorching.
On a low hill, Fang Mu lay in wait.
The waist-high weeds around him offered excellent cover, but the long hours of lying still had left half his body numb. He shifted slightly, baring his teeth as he tried to work out the stiffness.
"After this job, I’ll finally be able to buy a basic Gene Primal Energy Cultivation Manual… It’s just the most common, standard one, but at least it’ll keep my blood flowing—no more going numb just from lying here for a while…"
He muttered to himself, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He adjusted his position; before him lay a G-301 manual sniper rifle. The gun was clearly old, its body mottled and covered in dents and scrapes.
It was secondhand, bought only after he’d sold everything he could before entering the One-Star Battlefield. Though it was the lowest-grade G-class firearm, and a used one at that, he cherished it. This gun was his only real asset in the battlefield.
He did not come from a wealthy family. The rich bought all manner of cultivation manuals and gene combat techniques, then entered evolution battlefields to slaughter, seize resources, and refine themselves.
But Fang Mu had no such resources.
He couldn’t even afford the most basic mass-market Gene Primal Energy Cultivation Manual.
He could only rely on this most "primitive" method.
Fortunately, he had a clear pl