Maxwell's Genetic Potential!

He reached a spot about two kilometers from the base city and released the mutated zombie along with the level 5, 7, and 9 male zombies.

Maxwell planned to have them find a horde of zombies and gather some to bring back for Fusion.

The four male zombies received their orders and quickly departed.

Maxwell then stood up, preparing to return to the base city.

With the mutated zombie leading, there shouldn't be any trouble. Maxwell planned to return to the base city to regroup, open a few more treasure chests to become stronger, and then plan his next move.

The base city had suffered significant losses in the recent massive zombie siege. Not only had a lot of ammunition been used, but the prolonged fighting on the high walls had also resulted in considerable losses of combat personnel. It was said that a small portion of zombies had breached into the city, biting many people and creating small clusters of zombies within.

However, this chaos was limited to areas close to the high walls; further inside, life went on as usual, seemingly unaffected by the turmoil.

...

Base City, Testing Center.

This facility was located in the very center of the base city.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, I actually have B-grade genetic potential! No wonder I could lift a rock weighing over five hundred pounds right after my 'Strength' awakened!"

A man laughed as he spoke.

"You are incredible! That's over five hundred pounds! My brother also awakened 'Strength,' but when his ability first awakened, he could only lift about two hundred pounds."

The other testers present also exclaimed in amazement.

At that moment, Maxwell made his way through the crowd to the testing area.

"Hello, I'd like to test my genetic potential," Maxwell said.

"Do you have a food coupon? At our center, only tests for D-grade and above are free. If the test results show that your potential does not reach D-grade, then you will need to pay 5000 grams of food coupons."

A man dressed in the testing center's uniform spoke.

5000 grams of food coupons was no small amount. In a world where many people subsisted on concentrated food, 5000 grams could sustain them for at least ten days or more!

Maxwell said expressionlessly, "I have it."

"Alright, then I've made myself clear. Don't come up short later, or I'll have no choice but to keep you here to do hard labor. Of course, this rule isn't just for you. It applies to everyone. Now, please step inside."

The man in uniform then opened the testing machine and gestured for Maxwell to enter.

Maxwell stepped into the machine, and as the door slowly closed, he could distinctly feel the air pressure inside the chamber increasing.

After some time, a light outside the door suddenly lit up.

"The indicator light is green, B-grade!" the uniformed man muttered to himself, his gaze shifting as he looked at Maxwell differently.

A B-grade!

Reaching B-grade genetic potential was already quite impressive. This meant that it was almost certain this B-grade individual would become an evolver in the future.

"Another B-grade?"

The crowd around them gathered once more.

"It's incredible to see two B-grades today!"

"Reaching B-grade means you are exceptionally talented! You're definitely going to become an evolver!"

"Ah, it's a pity, my genetic potential is only D; I don't have much hope."

The crowd began to discuss among themselves.

Even the man who had previously awakened the "Strength" ability looked over in their direction.

But just then, the indicator light changed color, shifting from green to red.

The uniformed man's face changed dramatically: "It's red! A-grade!"

This was an A-grade, the same level Carline had achieved. She awakened her abilities at ten, became an evolver at fifteen, and even almost reached the highest echelons later on.

"Wow!"

The crowd burst into a buzz, everyone exclaiming in shock.

But this was not the final result. Soon, the indicator light changed again.

The uniformed man could no longer contain himself, staggering back two steps with his mouth agape and a look of disbelief on his face.

"How is this possible! Purple! This is S-grade!"

"Wow!"

The noise from the surrounding crowd grew even louder.

S-grade genetic potential, even in this base city with a population of over a hundred thousand, might not be found in a single individual!

Finally, the test ended and the door opened. Maxwell stepped out.

"So it's S-grade now? It seems that adding all those gene points had some effect after all," Maxwell thought.

He had come here to test and see what kind of changes would occur after integrating the gene points he had acquired from the treasure chests into his body. The test results seemed to indicate that the gene points had a significant impact on him!

As soon as Maxwell stepped out, he became the focal point of everyone's attention.

"Do I still need to give the food coupon?"

Maxwell asked, looking at the somewhat dazed uniformed man.

The man quickly shook his head, squeezing out a smile, "No, no need for that."

"If that's the case, then I'm leaving."

"Hey, wait a minute, wait!"

The uniformed man suddenly chased after him.

"What is it?"

Maxwell furrowed his brow.

"Hello, with your impressive genetic potential, it's a waste for you to stay in Diego, this inconspicuous base city. Although I work here, I also have a part-time job recruiting talented individuals for the Supreme Hall. With your level of genetic potential, you're definitely qualified to enter the Supreme Hall. It's one of the top powers within the Martial Alliance! I'm not sure if you might be interested?"

The smile on the uniformed man's face carried a clear hint of ingratiating intent.

"Supreme Hall?" Maxwell paused slightly, the name sounding familiar—it was almost the organization Carline had joined!

Seeing Maxwell's pause, the uniformed man thought he was interested and continued, "Yes, the Supreme Hall. It ranks within the top ten in the Martial Alliance! It's quite remarkable!"

However, Maxwell shook his head, "I'm not interested."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Oh, but... friend..."

The uniformed man wanted to step forward and stop him to persuade him further, but in the end, he didn't dare to intervene, just watching helplessly as Maxwell walked away.

Not long after, within Diego base city, many factions received the news that the base city's testing center had conducted a genetic potential test on an S-grade talent today.

Maxwell had just exchanged food for a temporary residence and was planning to take a bath, and then give Eva a bath, when the doorbell rang.