Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

"Have you guys heard? That Chu Ge from our class said he could kill a bull with one punch!"

"Hilarious! He brags without even thinking, does he really think he's some kind of cultivation master?"

"I think he's gone mad, constantly talking about gene locks and superhumans. There's definitely something wrong with his brain."

"With grades at the bottom of the class, still daydreaming? This is all you'll ever be. Get ready to go to the factory and tighten screws."

The corridor was filled with laughter as a group of people huddled together, spitting and mocking each other.

In the classroom, in the back row by the window, is the hometown of the king.

Warm light streamed through the window, and the boy, resting his chin on his hand, gazed listlessly at the swaying green trees outside.

As the only genius in the class, personally certified by his homeroom teacher as someone "with the potential to get into a junior college," Chu Ge's childhood was destined to be lonely.

"boring."

Chu Ge's lips curled into a cold smile, completely ignoring the mocking laughter outside.

"A bunch of blind fools who don't know how to hone their skills. When cultivators descend upon Earth one day, you won't even have the right to kneel down and beg for mercy."

He reached into the drawer, gripped the 500-pound hand gripper tightly, once, twice, three times…

When the math teacher walked into the classroom, Chu Ge had already quietly finished doing five hundred repetitions.

He didn't stop. He rested his chin on one hand, gazing out the window, while his other hand moved rapidly inside the drawer, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

The math teacher walked past him, sighed softly, and didn't stop walking. He didn't even bother to say a word of reprimand, clearly already numb.

Chu Ge didn't care at all; the gaze of mortals meant nothing to him.

As a truly independent, rational man who pursues the ultimate truth, he firmly believes that power is the only truth.

He began to hone his physical body when he was five years old.

Push-ups, horse stance, long-distance running, weight training... day after day, without interruption.

Today, his physique has long surpassed human limits. One punch can shatter a ten-year-old bamboo grove, two punches can break a twenty-year-old bamboo grove.

During summer and winter vacations, he would travel overseas to work as a mercenary, fight in underground boxing matches, and break into gang strongholds alone, all to hone the purest combat skills.

Even after pushing himself to this extent, the genetic lock within him showed no signs of loosening.

Perhaps, as Teacher Li said, I haven't worked hard enough.

When the hand gripper count surpassed 10,000, the grueling day of classes finally came to an end.

Under the stunned gaze of the entire class, Chu Ge shouldered the heavy backpack made of pure steel, weighing more than 300 kilograms, walked to the edge of the sixth-floor corridor, and jumped.

His body moved like an arrow, kneeling on one knee, yet he was completely unharmed.

The students who witnessed the whole thing were stunned, their eyes wide with shock, and a cacophony of exclamations erupted:

"Holy crap, he's practically Superman!"

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

"Could this guy have already achieved physical immortality?!"

Chu Ge ignored the exclamations of ordinary people and ran wildly, leaving shallow footprints on the cement ground with each step.

He rushed to the wall, pushed off the ground, and leaped over the more than three-meter-high wall, startling a security guard in his sixties who clutched his heart and nearly died on the spot.

After more than a decade of enduring hardship and biding his time, this is the first time the young man has revealed himself to the world.

Today is his last day in this mortal world, so there is no need for him to keep a low profile or hide his talents.

……

Back home, Chu Ge didn't say goodbye to his parents. He went straight to his room, locked the door, and took out his phone to dial a special number.

After two beeps, the call connected. His tone was indifferent and direct: "This is Chu Ge. Have the people from Bureau 749 arrived yet?"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, a gentle female voice came through: "Mr. Chu, they will arrive shortly. Please wait a moment."

"it is good."

Chu Ge hung up the phone, her thoughts drifting back to three months ago.

In order to reach the extraordinary and ascend to godhood as soon as possible, he dialed the public service hotline and asked the operator to report to the higher-ups, suggesting that the whole country should devote its resources to the research of immortality cultivation, genes, evolution, and the extraordinary system, and he volunteered to serve as the first experimental subject.

The operator smiled and said, "Understood, sir. Your suggestion has been recorded and archived."

Chu Ge waited expectantly for several days, but no one came. He assumed that the higher-ups were too busy and had simply overlooked it.

Undeterred, he made several more phone calls, repeatedly emphasizing:

"Listen, I'm not kidding! Cultivation and evolution are the future of humanity! Once extraterrestrial cultivators descend, modern technology will be utterly useless! Nations will be destroyed, and the land will be lost forever!"

"Believe me, I'm really not mentally ill!"

The operators always give a polite smile and perfunctory answers.

Until yesterday, when he dialed the number again, the operator finally relented: "Okay sir, we've made all the arrangements. We'll have the 749th Division personnel go there tomorrow. Could you please provide the address?"

That's roughly how it happened.

On the living room sofa.

Chu's father looked at Chu Ge's tightly closed door with a worried expression, unable to understand what sins he had committed to raise such a strange son.

He turned to look at Chu's mother and couldn't help but complain, "It's all your fault. You refused to go for prenatal checkups back then, insisting on saving that little bit of money. Now look what's happened..."

Chu's mother immediately flew into a rage: "How dare you talk to me like that? Who was it that wouldn't listen to advice and insisted on taking that one gamble? Now you're blaming me?"

The two stared at each other, locked in a stalemate, when suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door.

When Chu's father opened the door, he saw a group of people in white coats and asked with a puzzled look, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man in the lead pulled out his identification and said in a calm tone, as if he were reading a textbook: "We are from the 749 Mental Hospital. You can call me Director Yang."

Chu's mother quickly stepped forward to check the documents, and after confirming they were correct, she became even more puzzled: "Then why are you here at our house...?"

"We received feedback that your child has severe delusional disorder, so we've come to take him to the hospital for systematic treatment," Director Yang explained briefly.

Chu's father and mother exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.

That would be fantastic.

Chu's mother immediately pulled out Chu Ge's old mental illness assessment report and offered to fully cooperate.

Chu's father walked to the door, knocked, and tried to soften his tone: "Son, people from Bureau 749 are here. They say they want to take you to cultivate immortality."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door clicked open.

Chu Ge walked out slowly, dressed in a gray Taoist robe and holding a white whisk. His youthful face paired with his otherworldly attire looked somewhat comical.

He had this outfit custom-made long in advance, specifically for embarking on the path of transcendence. He had even already decided on his Daoist name: Azure Dragon Daoist.

He glanced indifferently at Chu's father, then his gaze fell on the group of people in white coats, fixing on Director Yang with a cold and scrutinizing tone: "Are you really from Bureau 749?"

Director Yang's lips twitched slightly.

I'm dressed like this and you still can't tell? Why do you have to ask, "Master, what do you do for a living?"

This is delusional...

It's practically too late, hopeless.

He glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Chu, who seemed completely unfazed, and asked in a low voice, "How long have these symptoms been going on?"

"He's been like this since he was little, always saying he wants to cultivate immortality and unlock his genetic potential," Chu's father sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I understand."

Director Yang nodded knowingly, then turned to Chu Ge and solemnly played along: "That's right, I am the Left Protector of Bureau 749, my Taoist name is Thunder and Lightning King."

"...Don't you know your name, friend?"

Thunder King?

You dare to discuss Taoist doctrines with me?

Chu Ge was taken aback at first, then sneered, realizing that the other party was really treating him like a lunatic.

"I am the Azure Dragon Taoist."

He spoke arrogantly, glancing contemptuously at Director Yang, and said indifferently, "With your utterly ordinary air, you dare to call yourself the Left Protector? You're utterly weak and easily defeated."

"It seems the legendary Bureau 749 is nothing special. This path to transcendence is not worth it. You can all go back and wash up and go to sleep."

Having said that, Chu Ge turned to go back to his room, for those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.

"Quick! Get him under control!"

Director Yang immediately gave the order.

Several medical staff rushed forward immediately.

"Dare to lay a hand on me?" Chu Ge turned around abruptly, his icy gaze sweeping over the crowd, his eyes filled with disdain.

After playing along with your act, you've really gotten too big for your britches?

It's only one against seven, the advantage is in my hands!

Chu Ge's spirits surged, and he roared:

"You are surrounded! Take this Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger!"

He instantly assumed a fighting stance, focused his fingertips, and struck out with a single blow, hitting the frontmost medical worker squarely in the chest.

The man was sent flying backward by the force, crashing into two people behind him and slamming into them, crying out in pain, "Ouch! What are you doing!"

"Overestimating one's abilities."

Chu Ge's eyes were indifferent, and he thought to himself that if he hadn't held back, this person would have been dead on the spot.

He looked at Director Yang again, his voice icy: "Get out of here now, and you can save your lives. If you keep bothering me, I'll really beat you to death."

Director Yang's lips twitched even more violently. So this kid, he thinks he can get away with killing just because he's mentally ill and it's not illegal, huh?

Today, this "Thunder and Lightning King" is going head-to-head with you, the "Azure Dragon Taoist."

Shatter the darkness with thunder!

Director Yang rolled up his sleeves and personally stepped forward to prepare for hard control.

"You dare to come again?" Chu Ge frowned, about to activate the second move of the Azure Dragon Transformation Technique—

"Bang—!"

A sudden, sharp pain shot through the back of my head.

"Who is it...?"

Chu Ge's consciousness blurred for a moment. He turned his head with difficulty and saw his father's trembling hand and a baseball bat.

"His head is so hard..." Chu's mother asked, her voice trembling, her expression panicked and full of worry.

"I hope the stick is alright..."

"Something's wrong..." Chu's father swallowed hard, staring at the shattered baseball bat in his hand, his legs trembling.

"It... is cracked."

These were the last words Chu Ge heard before he lost consciousness. Filled with resentment and shock, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Director Yang stared at the baseball bat, which was thicker than an adult's arm, his eyes twitching wildly, and only one thought remained in his mind:

These parents really went all out...

Also, is the conversation you just had... something a human could say?

Why can't I understand a single word?

"We'll take the person away for treatment first."

Director Yang left with a single sentence, waved his hand, and had someone carry the unconscious Chu Ge away. He then hurriedly left without looking back.

He cursed under his breath:

Damn it... not a single one of them is normal!