Super Gene

Crazy Cow Viscount kept attacking Littleflower, but despite all its efforts, it could not hit him. All its scary punches ended up flying harmless past or hitting the ground, kicking up a flurry of sand.

“Don’t run! Fight Grandpa Cow,” Crazy Cow Viscount shouted as he chased after Littleflower.

He had thrown countless punches, but he couldn’t even brush Littleflower’s clothing.

At the same time, Littleflower was completely confused. Crazy Cow was so ferocious and confident, but Littleflower could not wrap his head around why the creature’s attacks were so flawed.

“This must be a trick…” Littleflower usually practiced with the elites in Sacred, and even a simple attack from one of those monsters had subtlety and depth.

Littleflower had learned that skills that appeared simple were often the most frightening.

So, Littleflower thought that Crazy Cow’s confidence meant it was a strong enemy. He kept thinking that the cow’s awful techniques and misses were some sort of trick. He never once contemplated there might be noobs in the world.

But as time went by, Littleflower eventually realized the mistakes were indeed genuine. There was no ulterior motive, and he was not going to be tricked.

“Fight me! Fight me! Fight me!” Crazy Cow was getting mad. He was looking murderous, and there was no fear in his rage-filled eyes.

He had punched for so long, but he had yet to even damage Littleflower’s clothes. He felt so powerless, and that overwhelming sense of failure drove him even crazier. He wanted to fight, not run around trying to catch a mouse.

Suddenly, Crazy Cow Viscount saw Littleflower come to a stop. He was so happy. He gathered up all his power and turned it into speed. He raced forward faster than he ever had in his life, preparing to punch Littleflower. He shouted, “Kid, there is nowhere to run!”

Littleflower was not planning on running, though. He too lifted a fist, aiming it at Crazy Cow.

“Good! Come and feel Grandpa Cow’s power.” Excitement pulsed through Crazy Cow’s veins. His big body twisted as he threw all his power into his punch.

Pang!

Crazy Cow Viscount’s giant fist came against Littleflower’s own little fist.

But Crazy Cow’s creepily ecstatic face went blank. He looked shocked at first, and then that shock became horror as his body reversed direction and began to soar backward. With the twinkle of a star, he disappeared somewhere in the distance.

“Could it really have been that weak?” Littleflower froze. He stared up at the sky, not believing what had just happened.

…

Inside another section of the Geno Being Scroll, many fights were raging. People were getting kicked out of the match every second, whittling down the roster to only the ten thousand that were allowed to remain.

Han Sen slowly walked across a field, but there were no creatures around. Even if he had been really eager to get into a fight, he wouldn’t have been able to. He’d been walking for a while, and he still hadn’t seen anyone.

Time passed, and many more creatures were kicked out. After ten days, the initial fights came to an end. Han Sen spent most of that time waiting. After defeating Dragon Thirty-Nine, he hadn’t encountered any other creatures.

Han Sen was resting on a field when he felt the dimension distort. He eventually found himself back in the Fire Lotus system.

The other tier battles ended over the next few days, and when the roster for every tier had been whittled down to ten thousand, the painting on the scroll became dust. It started to show the rankings again.

Han Sen looked over it, and he found himself in the nine thousand bracket of the Marquise tier. He was practically near the end, but there was the figure 2 listed by his name. Han Sen started reading the other entries, and he saw that every other being had a number beside their name, as well. The higher their rank, the greater their number.

Han Sen quickly realized what he was looking at. That was the number of enemies they had defeated.

After Han Sen entered the Geno Being Scroll, he killed Black Steel Beast and Dragon Thirty-Nine. He didn’t kill any more Marquises, and no one else sought to provoke him. So, his score remained a measly 2. The names up high on the rankings had thousands of wins.

But those rankings were just temporary. When the ranked fights began, that was when you fought for first place.

Han Sen looked at the first few ranks, and he saw Dragon Eight of the Dragon occupying the number one slot. The one that was number two was just a paw print. What race that was, Han Sen hadn’t a clue.

The next few were beings of races Han Sen was unfamiliar with. There was a Demon at number five, however, and its name was Kahn.

“That guy survived and joined the Geno Being Scroll, huh?” Han Sen moved on, unconcerned.

Han Sen looked further down and saw a few more creatures he did not know. There were too many different races in the geno universe. Han Sen hadn’t expected to recognize many names, but he did see a few Sky in lofty places on the leaderboards.

When Han Sen looked into the eight thousand ranks, he saw Lone Bamboo’s name.

“It looks like the rankings don’t mean much now. Many of the truly scary sorts are probably at the back, like Lone Bamboo,” Han Sen thought to himself.

Han Sen looked at the other ranks, but it was like looking at nothing. He didn’t know any of them.

Han Sen turned to the King class tier rankings and saw Knife Queen there. She was six thousand places away from the top. Since the Sky Palace leader was deified, he couldn’t participate in the Geno Being Scroll. But even if he had been able to, he wouldn’t have joined.

The first place in the King class rankings was held by Dragon One. Han Sen did not know if it was the Dragon One he encountered in Return Ruin Sea or the Dragon One from a century ago. They were two different people.

The Dragons were ranked like that every generation, so there was always more than one Dragon One.

Han Sen was not interested in the low level ranks. He only glanced at the first few lackadaisically. When he looked at the Viscount scoring, though, he was given a shock.

“Littleflower?” Han Sen saw the first rank on the Viscount leaderboard read “Sacred – Han Littleflower.”

“That cannot be my Littleflower, can it?” Excitement bubbled within Han Sen. If that was really his son, then Han Sen now knew that he was in a place called Sacred. It’d be much easier to find him with that name.

For the longest time, he had been unable to find out where Littleflower was being held. It was all because he had no clue where to even begin looking. The universe was far too big.

Han Sen wanted the rank fights to start soon, so he could confirm that the Viscount leaderboard was true. He wanted to find out if that Littleflower was indeed his son.