Chapter Seventy-Six: Yang Luo's Evolution

Through subsequent transactions, Huang Yuanguang could be certain that this person was definitely not a colleague, and was not fishing for information. The evidence lay not only in the 3.1 bitcoins currently in that wallet address, but also in the half a million USDT previously withdrawn from sales and transferred to another secret wallet. According to the latest exchange rate, those five hundred thousand USDT could be exchanged for over three million yuan. With today’s new income, the funds in Huang Yuanguang’s blockchain address now exceeded four million yuan. Coupled with his past savings, he could fully afford a second-tier school district apartment in Qingxia City.

“If I work a little harder, a second-tier school district won’t be enough. I want a first-tier one, and I want to pay in full... No, apart from buying a home, I need to save more, prepare for the future, so Yiyi can live a better life...”

Amidst the curling smoke, Huang Yuanguang gazed at the “friend” named “fire punch,” long since offline, desire burning deep in his eyes.

“...After all, I haven’t betrayed any state secrets... I’ve merely revealed some conclusions that are already public consensus—what’s the harm in that?”

Of course, he could easily imagine that the person trading with him was likely deeply involved in the 8.12 case, perhaps even someone who had always eluded the police’s notice. If such a person were caught, the major case, which had mobilized tens of thousands of police officers and shaken the highest authorities, might finally be resolved.

But what did that have to do with him?

...

Just after Huang Yuanguang’s transaction was completed and his contact’s status went dark, he remained unaware that the man behind the name “fire punch” was sitting calmly in the center of a spacious office, his eyes fixed on a bank of screens before him.

One screen displayed the newly received documents. Another showed the completed communication. And a third—on which was clearly visible the scene of Huang Yuanguang sitting in his study, smoking and daydreaming, along with real-time surveillance of every detail of his computer, both hardware and software.

“Trying to rely on free antivirus software to check for my implanted programs? If antivirus software was so effective, why would game companies spend tens or even hundreds of millions each year to purchase professional security solutions?”

Yang Luo watched the man on the screen with a cold smile.

Several months had passed since he left Qingxia City. In that time, Yang Luo had returned to his hometown, a third-tier city in the southwest. Back in his native city, armed with billions in liquid assets and overwhelming martial prowess, Yang Luo’s life over these months had been almost absurdly smooth, like something out of a wish-fulfillment novel. In just a few months, he had become a local kingpin, an honored guest among officials and tycoons, crushing the city’s original gangs and rising to a position of quiet dominance.

The “Divine Evolution Elixir” had transformed him on all levels—not just physically, but mentally as well. After his “physical transformation,” he found his senses and mind sharper than ever, surpassing normal human limits; after his “spiritual transformation,” which awakened the hidden potential deep within, Yang Luo entered a realm that only a select few could ever approach.

Thus, during these months, while settling into his hometown, he had devoted less than half a hand’s worth of effort to handling minor affairs, yet still secured his current status. The remaining energy—one and a half hands and both legs, so to speak—was entirely devoted to learning.

Yes, learning.

He studied social sciences, the latest in criminal investigation, multiple languages—and most intensively, science and technology.

Foremost among his studies was computer science. He had been able to join Shengyi’s server team and IT department because he had majored in CS at university and had solid technical knowledge. After his “spiritual transformation,” his cognitive abilities soared; he could master anything almost instantly. In just a few months, his expertise in all areas of computer science grew by leaps and bounds. Despite the professional barriers between cybersecurity and general CS, Yang Luo had now reached the level of a top-tier expert.

That was how he was able to track Huang Yuanguang on the dark web, implant hidden programs in his computer, and obtain all relevant information.

His gaze shifted to the left monitor, where he swiftly skimmed through the files sent by Huang Yuanguang. He didn’t bother lingering on the conclusions from the “8.12 Case” meetings—those were only to be expected. When he killed Wang Changming, Yang Luo had used his own “Malevolent Flame” to erase most traces linking back to him.

The terrifying power of the “Malevolent Flame” would also mislead almost everyone, making them believe that no single person—or even two—could have caused such an effect. As long as the police kept chasing the case itself, they would remain trapped in this misconception. For Yang Luo, the real threat came from another case that might expose certain connections.

Yet—

“As expected, it’s been closed.”

Yang Luo smiled faintly.

Back when he first gained his powers, his mindset had shifted dramatically and he had made some mistakes, but he had later taken steps to cover his tracks.

—Now it seemed those measures had worked perfectly.

Thus, the two threads were now completely severed; no one could ever link them together. As far as these cases were concerned, he could finally step away.

The only lingering doubt...

At this thought, Yang Luo’s expression darkened. He tapped on the keyboard, clearing the screens and replacing them with a video clip.

—It was a real incident said to have occurred a few days ago in Tokyo.

In the footage, a young girl stood on a street in Mokuchou, and with a wave of her hand, blood surged like a tide.

Later, online sources tried to debunk the video as CG from some company, but Yang Luo could tell at a glance: this was absolutely the work of someone extraordinary, like himself.

The look in that girl’s eyes was something no actor or computer graphics could fake—it belonged only to the truly transcendent.

Just like himself!

Staring at the video he had watched countless times, Yang Luo gathered his thoughts, and with reverence toward that distant, mighty being, he asked:

“Your Excellency... may I ask, is this girl also a transcendent who has undergone the ‘spiritual transformation’ like I have?”

(End of this chapter)