Super God Gene

There is a long line of teams in the certification bureau, more than a dozen certification windows are lined up with dragons, but the vast majority are only certified by original and mutant evolutionists. Although the mutant evolutionists also have noble seals, they are naturally much worse than the divine blood nobility.

Though humans are now living better and better in the First Shelter, and more and more people have the ability to hunt down divine blood creatures, it is still the horns of the phoenix that are able to achieve great success in the divine genes.

Hanson sees the team lined up a long time, randomly looking for a team that feels less crowded in the back.

The team moved forward a little bit. It took half a day to move forward a little, but there was no alternative but to continue the queue.

Because some testing was required, there was no way to apply directly online, and Hanson had to come to the lobby to certify his registration, and Hanson had to wait.

“Little brother, so young to be promoted to an evolutionary, less than twenty-three, right?” A big brother in front of Hanson looked like he was about thirty years old. Wanting to be an idle man, he never saw the team go forward, so he talked to Hanson.

“Almost. Almost.” Hanson smiled and actually hasn't had his 21st birthday yet.

“Full of primitive genes, right?” Brother asked again.

“Full.” Hanson nodded.

“Young people nowadays are amazing, so soon the primitive genes are full, I wonder if there were so many masters in our time, killing a primitive creature requires a group of people to work together, in the end it is inevitable to hurt a few...” Big brother recalled that year.

“Brother, are you full of mutant genes?” Hanson asked in due course.

Big Brother stood up to his chest and said proudly: "After all these years, it finally came out. Dude, you should make another few years. The gap between full mutant genes and full primitive genes is huge. A mutant aristocratic seal name can make your future life a lot smoother...”

Many of the people around them cast an enviable eye on the big brother. Thirty years old can be promoted to the full evolution of mutant genes, which is already a very enviable thing among ordinary people. After all, for modern humans, thirty years old is only the beginning, and there is a very good future.

Thirty-year-old mutant evolutionists are actually quite young, truly able to survive, and there are not a few who are very successful at 40 or 50 years of age with mutant genes.

But for 300 years of evolutionary life, it's not unacceptable for most people to be 40 or 50 years old, mixed mutant evolutionaries.

Of course, there are many young people who are anxious to succeed, and there are many who mix the primitive genes to promote evolutionists. Everyone thinks differently, chooses different paths, and cannot say who is right or wrong.

“What are you yelling at? Mutant evolutionists in their thirties are also ashamed to show off here. If it were me, I would be ashamed to talk to others.” A young man lined up next to him, wondering if the big brother was too noisy or what, scornfully cold-hearted.

Big Brother blushed and shouted angrily: "What's wrong with more than thirty? More than thirty are also mutant evolutionists, much stronger than one of your original evolutionists. ”

“Who told you I was an original evolutionist? You think everyone's as dumb as you, you're 30 years old, and you mix mutant genes? Twenty-year-old mutant gene. Haven't you seen it? More than ten years faster than you.” The young man's nostrils swept away, he said.

Big Brother was not able to say anything when he was swallowed. He just blushed. Both fists were squeezed, but there was no excuse.

The other evolutionists in the queue were very surprised to hear that the young man was a very successful evolutionist of the mutant gene, and even some girls glanced straight at the young man.

Twenty-year-old mutant evolutionists have unlimited future prospects. Such men are quite popular among young girls and are typically young.

“Friends can't say that, if no foreigner fought in the shelter, figured out foreign habits and weaknesses, fought back the original flesh and animal soul, let us enter the shelter and have foreign flesh to eat, have experience to learn, have animal souls to rely on, how can you be so quick to mutate genetically satisfied? We only have to stand on the shoulders of our predecessors to achieve this kind of achievement. We ask you not to be grateful, but to have the least respect for our predecessors.” Hanson couldn't help but say one thing.

Humanity can achieve today in shelter, and indeed the former has done much, the harder it is for those who enter shelter in the early years, and now those who are in the first shelter are very happy.

“Well said, little brother.” The big brother said with some emotion.

People who were older than teenagers were very touched by Hanson's words. Twenty or thirty years ago, the environment of the First Shelter was much worse than it is now. Let alone kill divine blood creatures at that time. In general, people want to hunt mutant creatures at great risk.

Wherever, as long as you have patience, it's easy to mix a mutant gene at the age of 30 or 40.

“The weak are the weak. It's useless to talk so much nonsense. What good man are you pretending to be here with me as a primitive evolutionist?” The young man stared hard at Hanson and said in disdain.

“What is the difference between a weak, minimal human etiquette and a foreign organism that drinks blood from boiling hair?” Hanson said softly.

The young man was changed by Hanson's face and stared at Hanson with great embarrassment: “There are always so many excuses for trash. If you have the ability to talk on the fighting stage with real talent, beat me, you can say whatever you want. If you can't beat me, shut up. ”

“Huh.” Hanson shrugged his shoulders and stopped saying anything. He had been through so much that he was too old for a meaningless struggle with the hairy boy. He was really not interested in comparing himself to this young man.

In Hanson's view, this young man is not entitled to let him waste a minute, let alone a fight, which would be a waste of his life.

Hanson stopped talking, the young man thought he was afraid of him and made a few cynical remarks, but Hanson ignored him.

The big brother really can't watch anymore, he wants to theorize with the little youth, but Hansen caught him: “Brother, it's almost your turn to certify, it's important to do business, don't be like children. ”

“Garbage is an excuse for more.” The young man heard yet another sarcasm from Hanson.

Hanson ignored him. People like him, that is, dare to be so arrogant in the League, even if they did go to the fighting stage, at best they were beaten up. If they were in the shelter, he would already be dead.

Hanson ignored him, and the young man also seemed to find it a little uncomfortable to be seen by so many people, so there was nothing left to say. Everyone continued to wait in line for certification.

After a long time of waiting, it was Hanson's turn to complete the certification of the mutant evolutionist.