The Young Master in the Shadows - Chapter 327: WTF

Ruins stretched across the landscape in the apocalypse after the nuclear war.

Five hundred years into the future, animals and plants had mutated into powerful beasts which endangered the human species.

To deal with the situation, the Federal government decided to build academies dedicated to mecha piloting. It marked the beginning of the Mecha Age.

With the help of the mechas, humans would gain the power to fight on equal terms with the beasts.

Years later, Peter was recruited by one of the mecha academies.

He thought that would be his path to become a successful pilot.

However, due to some circumstances, he was only able to choose another course…

The Genetic Warrior course.

As the world was invested in mechas, everyone knew that there was no future for a Genetic Warrior.

The basic concept the circled around Earth was that a human could never defeat a beast without the mecha’s help.

Fortunately, Peter managed to activate a special Divine-Grade Genetic Extraction System.

“Ding! Ant genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your strength has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Grasshopper genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your leaping ability has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Eagle genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

“Ding! Extraction successful. Your vision has been increased by 100 times.”

“Ding! Thunder God genes detected. Extraction in progress…”

On that fateful day, a mighty Genetic Warrior was born.

He was able to deflect a missile with his flesh and punch a hole in any mecha. He could even destroy a whole planet if he wanted to.

Mu Zhiyan, after being transmigrated a millennium (1000 yrs) into the future, discovered that he was raised by his adoptive parents as a tool for them to access the heritage his (dead) biological parents left behind. When he was at a loss for what to do next, he discovered that his body hosted an additional
pharmaceutical system.

For a chance to return to his era of Earth, Mu Zhiyan decided to practice and practice; he must train the system to full level as soon as possible.

However, reality gave him a slap in the face. The world is dangerous and dreadful, making Mu Zhiyan recall his mother’s words of holding a thick thigh, resulting in him locking his eyes on a cool general…

So the rumored mysterious Mu Master faced General Han with a serious face: “I allow you to follow me, General Han.”

General Han: “…”

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