2: Chapter 2 Please let me die for my country!

Jiangcheng City Sports Center. This place had been requisitioned and transformed into Audition Point No. 108 for the Seed Project.

Although the news had been broadcast for less than an hour, the place was already packed with people. The scene was even more frantic than a supermarket giving away free eggs during a sale.

Red flags fluttered, and gongs and drums blared...

"Don't push! If you keep pushing, my wig is going to fall off!"

"Big brother, you're already sixty and you're still coming to join the Seed Project? Can your spark even be lit?"

"What of it? Though Huang Zhong was old, he could still behead Xiahou Yuan and draw a bow of several hundred pounds! What if the country just happens to like someone like me, who's old but still vigorous?"

"Make way in front! I'm a National Level 2 Chef with an innate Braised Pork talent in my genes. Let me test first!"

Wang Dachui stood at the end of the line, watching the chaotic scene before him, his lips twitching uncontrollably. It seemed there were far too many people who didn't want to work hard.

After all, the seven words 'the state will assign wives' were as powerful as a nuclear strike to modern-day single dogs.

Although the line was long and filled with the smell of sweat and stinky feet, Wang Dachui stood out as a beautiful sight in the crowd. There was no other reason than him being handsome.

Even wearing that faded jacket from a street stall, it couldn't hide his looks, which seemed to have been kissed by God. As he stood there, a soft-light filter seemed to automatically activate around him.

The older women, who had been complaining about the tiring wait, instantly looked at Wang Dachui with kind and gentle eyes.

The Young Misses, who were touching up their makeup to leave a good impression on the examiners, couldn't help but secretly take out their phones and snap pictures of Wang Dachui in rapid succession.

"Besties! Look at that guy! He's amazing! He's like a man who stepped right out of a manga!"

"With those looks, why isn't he a celebrity instead of joining some baby-making project? What a waste of God's gift!"

"Shh, keep it down. Maybe he has some unspeakable problem? Like... he's not functional down there?"

Hearing the whispers around him, Wang Dachui calmly straightened his back. Not functional? Heh, ignorant Mortals. I'll scare you all to death in a moment.

The line moved very slowly, and the failure rate at the front was shockingly high.

"F-rank genes, disqualified. Next."

"E-rank genes, disqualified. Go home and eat more walnuts to nourish your brain. Next."

"D-rank... barely passable, but this is the Seed Project, not the Cannon Fodder Project. Go back."

The staff member in charge of testing was a Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle. At this point, he was exhausted and had lost all will to live, mechanically waving people away.

Those who were disqualified left dejectedly, as if they had just lost a hundred million dollars.

Finally, two hours later, it was Wang Dachui's turn.

"Name." The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle didn't even look up as he took a sip of goji berry water from his thermos.

"Wang Dachui."

"Pfft!" The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle spat his goji berry water all over the table. Not only him, but even the Young Misses secretly taking photos nearby stumbled.

That face with that name? It felt like framing a world-famous painting in a tattered sack.

"Cough, cough..." The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle wiped his mouth and looked up at Wang Dachui. With one look, he was also stunned. He thought to himself: This kid is so damn handsome it's infuriating.

"Did you bring your resume? What's your education level? Have you had an Awakening? What stage of martial arts are you at?"

The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle returned to his professional demeanor. Although he was handsome, the Seed Project looked at genetic potential; a face couldn't be used as a chromosome.

Wang Dachui obediently handed over a crumpled resume:

"Graduated from Jiangcheng Vocational and Technical College, Excavator Major. No abilities. Martial arts... probably proficient in the 8th set of radio gymnastics?"

The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle looked at the resume, his brow furrowing.

"Excavator Major? Radio gymnastics?"

He slammed the resume onto the table with a bang and waved his hand impatiently:

"Nonsense! Do you think this is a game? We want human elites! We want genes that can produce War Gods and scientists! Aside from being handsome, you're useless. Go back, don't waste the country's resources."

Boos and sighs of regret immediately erupted from the surroundings.

"Sigh, as expected, when God opens a door, He closes a window." "To be such Trash despite being so handsome, what a pity."

Seeing the Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle about to press the bell for the next person, Wang Dachui got anxious. Are you kidding? This was a major matter concerning whether he could live off a woman—no, whether he could save the future of humanity!

"Wait!" Wang Dachui took a step forward, leaning his hands on the table. His gaze was firm, even carrying a hint of tragic heroism:

"Comrade Examiner, you can't be so hasty! As the saying goes, do not look down on a youth for being poor! Although I look ordinary now, unknown power flows within my genes!"

"I don't want money, and I don't want a house. I only want to contribute my strength at this critical moment of human survival!"

"Even if there's only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, I'm willing to give up my body... I mean, give up my genes for the country and for humanity!"

"Please, let me sacrifice my body for the country! Let me take the test!"

These words were spoken with such righteousness and conviction.

Combined with his upright and handsome face, the Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle was actually stunned for a second.

Some emotional young girls in the vicinity even began to wipe away tears: "Wuu wuu, even though he's Trash, he's so patriotic!"

The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle's mouth twitched, thinking, are young people nowadays all such drama queens?

But looking at the endless line behind him, and to prevent the kid from continuing to pester him and waste time, he sighed: "Fine, fine, fine, we'll test you! I give up."

He pointed to a device next to him that looked like a crystal ball: "Place your hand on it and concentrate. This is an Elementary genetic testing device. If the crystal ball doesn't light up, leave immediately."

"Got it!" Wang Dachui was ecstatic inside, but he kept a serious face. He took a deep breath and slowly reached out his right hand.

System, give me some power! Whether I can live in a big villa and marry a female War God all depends on this one moment!

Wang Dachui's palm gently covered the cold crystal ball.

One second. Two seconds. The crystal ball showed no reaction.

The Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle rolled his eyes and was about to shout "next"—

Suddenly! From deep within the originally transparent crystal ball, a dazzling golden light burst forth! Immediately after, this golden light was like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly filling the entire sphere, and its brightness was still climbing crazily!

Buzz!!!

A piercing hum echoed through the entire hall.

"Holy crap? What's going on? Why is it so bright?"

"My blinded eyes!" The people around them covered their eyes one after another. This brightness was even more intense than looking directly at electric welding.

The thermos in the Middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, spilling goji berries everywhere.

His eyes widened as he watched the violently trembling device, the values on it jumping frantically: [Genetic Potential: A... S... SS... SSS... ERROR!!!]

Crack! With a crisp sound of fracturing, that specialized testing device, said to be able to withstand the pressure of a War God-level aura, couldn't handle the terrifying genetic potential... and exploded!

A puff of black smoke rose, carrying the smell of burnt plastic.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Wang Dachui withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly. Looking at the pile of smoking scrap metal, he scratched his head and gave an innocent and pure smile:

"Um... Comrade Examiner, is the quality of this device not very good? How about... we try a more durable one?"