364: Chapter 364 Using! Human Enhancement Serum!

Although his current body was far superior to the average person, to put it bluntly, his physical fitness was still insufficient.

With the subsequent increase in his Intelligence, and his various active and passive skills, all of them required the consumption of stamina.

His stamina was always in a state of insufficiency.

This Water of Life... looks pretty awesome!

It can actually cause his body to undergo a transformation?

Zhao Yang was very curious and full of anticipation.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Yang silently thought to himself.

"Select Task Three."

"Ding, selection successful!"

The other two tasks disappeared, leaving only Task Three, All Laws Return to One.

This task should be a long-term one.

Take it slow.

Zhao Yang shook his head.

He still had a task reward card.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Yang did not use it.

No rush, wait until the new drug development task is completed before deciding.

This card draw also included a Human Enhancement Serum.

Zhao Yang extracted it.

He held the syringe and looked at it for a while; the pale golden liquid looked exceptionally mesmerizing.

Unfortunately, there was no way to conduct research on it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang sighed slightly.

He jabbed it directly into his arm and pushed all the serum into his vein.

He discarded the syringe, and just like before, it almost dissipated directly into the wind.

But Zhao Yang didn't pay attention to these things.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, feeling every slight change happening inside his body, as earth-shaking changes were constantly occurring throughout his entire body.

He could almost clearly feel his muscle fibers becoming tighter, and his strength constantly increasing.

This feeling lasted for about ten minutes or so.

When he opened his eyes again, his whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and the back of his T-shirt was already soaked.

He looked down at the back of his hand; the veins seemed more distinct than before, but the capillaries under his skin did not bulge out like they did last time when he injected the nano-enhancement needle.

This enhancement was more focused on the internal, a comprehensive improvement in muscle density, bone strength, and cardiovascular function.

"Ding! physique +5."

Zhao Yang glanced at the number 33 on the panel.

He clenched his fist, feeling his surging strength, and felt a little excited in his heart.

If he were to run a marathon now, he would probably be able to finish it easily in less than two hours.

He stood up and stretched, feeling much lighter overall.

This feeling of comfort from being full of strength hadn't been experienced for a long time; as his Intelligence continued to climb, the energy consumed by his brain became increasingly vast, even though his body hadn't reached its limit yet.

But it was like a person walking with dozens of jin of weight, always feeling pressure occasionally, having some sense of being burdened.

And now, the 33 points of physique had at least relieved this pressure by a large margin; the pressure had almost disappeared!

Awesome!

Zhao Yang was very satisfied.

However, he didn't linger on the system panel; after closing the interface, he poured himself a glass of water and sat back down at his desk.

There was still a pile of things on hand waiting to be dealt with.

Over the next few days, Zhao Yang spent almost all his time on drug research and development and journal preparation.

Regarding the journal, although he had the full assistance of Peking University and Professor Professor Gu Ming helped pull many strings, the difficulties in building a world-class journal from scratch were far greater than expected.

Zhao Yang had opened the implicit condition of this task: an eighteen-month settlement cycle.

In just a year and a half, to make a fledgling Chinese journal gain a foothold in the domestic and international academic circles and acquire sufficient influence, this time limit was really too short.

In order to get as much free experience as possible, Zhao Yang had no choice but to personally participate in every step.

These days he was so busy he couldn't even touch the ground, and he didn't even have time to return to his villa, so he simply stayed at Li Yan's place.

Her place was close to both Peking University and Yanlin University, making it convenient to travel back and forth.

He would leave at six in the morning and return after ten in the evening; sometimes Li Yan would simmer soup waiting for him, waiting until the soup cooled down and she would reheat it, over and over again, before he finally pushed open the door.

Principal Zhou heard about Zhao Yang preparing the journal and proactively called him.

The old man's tone on the phone was very enthusiastic, saying that although Yanlin University couldn't compare to Peking University, it still had some accumulation in Biology and forestry disciplines. If the editorial board needed experts in relevant fields, the school would fully support it; if they needed space, they would provide space, and if they needed people, they would provide people.

Zhao Yang didn't stand on ceremony with him either; he directly listed a roster and asked the school office to help contact the old professors on the list.

The work of interviewing editors lasted for a whole week.

Zhao Yang personally met over a dozen candidates, including old editors who had retired from foreign university publishing houses, senior reviewers who had worked in domestic core journals for over a decade, and several young but sharp-minded newcomers.

His criteria for selecting people were very clear: either have rich academic publishing experience, or have unique insights into the internationalization of Chinese journals. Anyone just trying to slack off was not wanted.

The final editorial team consisted of about a dozen people, with an old editor named Zhang serving as the executive editor-in-chief.

Old Zhang was in his early sixties and had previously worked as a journal editor at "Cell" for nearly twenty years; he had great influence in the industry. After retiring, he returned to Yanjing and originally intended to enjoy his twilight years.

After being found by people from Chen Haifeng's side and chatting twice, upon hearing that the founder was Zhao Yang and that Zhao Yang would also publish papers in the journal, he agreed to come out of retirement.

Zhao Yang talked with him for an entire afternoon; the more they talked, the brighter Old Zhang's eyes became. Finally, he slapped the table and said that having worked on English journals for half his life, if he could help build a high-level Chinese journal for the country after retirement, it would be the best ending to his career.

Zhao Yang had long ago asked Shin-chan to write the journal's website.

The page design was very simple, without flashy ad slots or pop-ups, and the homepage directly displayed the latest issue's table of contents and a search box.

Shin-chan integrated the journal's submission system, review system, and online typesetting tools into the backend, and the response speed was extremely fast.

As for the printing side, there was even less to say; Chen Haifeng directly allocated a sum from Spark Technology's administrative budget, found an old factory that did printing for several domestic core journals, and both the paper and binding were done to the highest standards.

When everything was almost ready, Zhao Yang logged into his Weibo account, which had already surpassed 30 million followers, and posted a message.

"Recently, I have been preparing a Chinese journal called 《Spark Journal of Biology. In the future, some of my papers will be published in this journal first. I hope to do what I can for the domestic Chinese journal ecosystem. I hope to receive everyone's recognition and support! Thank you, everyone!"

After posting, he put his phone on the table and continued to look through the draft table of contents for the inaugural issue sent by Editor-in-Chief Zhang.

Almost the instant Zhao Yang posted on Weibo, the comments quickly skyrocketed to 999+.

"Front row!"

"Holy crap! You've been posting on Weibo quite frequently lately!"

"God Zhao! King of Weibo!"

"God Zhao is starting his own journal?! Holy crap! A Chinese journal! Does this mean he won't submit his papers abroad in the future?"