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After Wang Qi drank the Essence, his body began to urgently crave food. A powerful suction force emerged within him, and the fluctuations of Vital Energy around him became frequent. The amount of Vital Energy in the real world was limited, unable to support the evolution of multiple individuals at once. Now, Wang Fatty's evolution had nearly drained all the Vital Energy within several dozen miles.
Purple clouds appeared in the surroundings, swirling nearby. Zheng Yifan could sense that Wang Qi's evolution was somewhat different from others. While others stabilized their Vital Energy Fluctuation after evolving into Superpowered Individuals, Wang Qi's body seemed to be violently drawing in Vital Energy, not to replenish himself but to condense something outside his body.
Zheng Yifan didn't need to understand it; he only needed to watch quietly. Gradually, Wang Qi's Superpower began to manifest—a power born from breaking the shackles of genetics, akin to some sci-fi concepts of genetic locks, though without so many levels. Humans broke through directly and repeatedly, generating a force that was the embodiment of countless fantasies humanity had envisioned deep within their genes. These fantasies held immense power—human spiritual power—though most people had never tapped into it.
Zheng Yifan also possessed this kind of power, which led to his current state as the Avatar of the Believers. He understood just how powerful this force could be, but he hadn't expected that Wang Qi would also possess such potential.
Zheng Yifan grew increasingly excited; this chubby guy seemed poised to give him a big surprise. As time slowly passed, the ground was already soaked with sweat and fat—the remnants of Wang Qi's body fat after being refined. Most of the useful substances had been absorbed by his body as stored energy, while waste was expelled.
In Daoist terms, this was akin to washing essence and refining marrow. Every Superpowered Individual had to undergo this process at least once. Zheng Yifan had experienced it more than once and knew that the more thorough the process, the stronger the resulting power.
Gradually, the chubby man's body stopped trembling, and his power began to stabilize. At that moment, all his strength coalesced. Zheng Yifan could see that Wang Qi wasn't truly gathering all the Vital Energy within his body; instead, there was not a trace of Superpower left inside him. A sphere resembling an iron ball floated beside him.
Zheng Yifan didn't know what this object was for but suspected that Wang Qi's Superpower was likely tied to this iron ball.
The specific function didn't need to be known; he would find out once Wang Qi woke up. For now, he simply needed to wait patiently.
Wang Qi's recovery would take a long time, so Zheng Yifan prepared a grand feast—a true banquet—using a large stockpile of supplies he had previously gathered. He had never brought these out before because he had always been with others; these foods were merely snacks for him.
Now they were dedicated to Wang Fatty, hoping he would emerge with a better Superpower.
From what he had seen earlier, Wang Qi's evolution was thorough and powerful—much stronger than when Zheng Yifan first evolved—but without any Vital Energy entering his body. Would this person still be formidable? Could that iron ball be Wang Qi's Superpower?
For about an hour, Wang Qi had been in a deep sleep. His body lay on the ground, surrounded by filth.
He had successfully lost weight, shedding over a hundred pounds in a very short time. Once a big fat guy, he was now quite handsome.
Zheng Yifan really wanted to see what he looked like in the mirror. Having been a fat man all his life and looked down upon by others, now that he was no longer overweight but had transformed into a handsome guy, it was hard to imagine what expression he would have.
By noon the next day, when the sun was finally out, Wang Qi woke up. As he opened his eyes, still groggy from sleep, he rubbed his eyes and noticed that what seemed like dead skin was slowly falling off him onto the ground. Then he saw his skin—no! It wasn't quite skin yet; it looked like he was covered in a layer of something dark and grimy. No one could tell what it was, but it smelled terrible.
Zheng Yifan had already left. At the fat guy's house, there was a water heater; now that the Electricity System was down, they could still use the solar-powered heater manually.
There had always been hot water available. When Zheng Yifan saw that Wang Qi had woken up, his first words left Wang Qi speechless.
"If you're awake, hurry up and take a shower. You smell worse than a zombie," Zheng Yifan said, pretending to fan his nose as if it were truly unbearable.
Wang Qi awkwardly smiled and scratched his head before hurriedly making his way home.
He couldn't care less about anything else; the smell coming from him was something even he couldn't tolerate, let alone anyone else. What made him even more embarrassed was that his clothes wouldn't fit anymore; they hung on him like a robe. He had to pull up his pants to keep them from falling down as he dashed home.
It took him over an hour to finish showering. One could only imagine how thick the layer of grime on him had been.
When Wang Qi appeared before Zheng Yifan again, he was no longer in that state, but his clothes were still quite awkward. They looked like something a man in his forties or fifties would wear.
They were rather formal, and looking at his face, it was flushed red as if he were very embarrassed.
"Boss, I think I've lost weight! I really think I've lost weight!" His first words were not about what kind of Superpower he possessed, but rather his excitement over successfully losing weight.
Perhaps deep down, a chubby person doesn't truly want to be seen as overweight; they also seek recognition from others.
Zheng Yifan nodded, smiling at the chubby guy. On the floor beside him lay a plastic sheet with a set of clothes on top.
"Change into those; what you're wearing now is just... well."
Zheng Yifan's comment made Wang Qi shyly lower his head. He picked up the clothes and shoes and quickly returned to the hallway. Just a few minutes later, he reappeared as a dashing young man. No combination of Korean Oppas could compare to how handsome Wang Qi looked now.
"Not bad! You're starting to look the part," Zheng Yifan assessed, finally satisfied, then glanced meaningfully at the former chubby guy.
"Hahaha! I really do have a Superpower now, but... it's kind of useless." The chubby guy—no, he was now a handsome young man—could only be called Wang Qi.
Wang Qi awkwardly pointed to a metallic sphere floating beside him.
"My Superpower is called Creation; I can create some things, but I can't fight—it's just an auxiliary Superpower." His face looked more miserable than someone who had just suffered a severe embarrassment. (To be continued...)
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