Chapter 205: I, the Rat, Truly Mean to Lead Everyone to Glorious Evolution

Above the Atlantic Ocean.

Rojie fell like a burning meteor, streaking across the sky in a blaze of brilliant light, plunging straight toward the sea.

Behind him, a pair of pure white wings unfolded, resembling Lucifer, the fallen Morning Star from myth.

When Rojie struck the ocean at nearly a vertical angle, a thunderous boom shook the very air.

The seawater instantly vaporized under the intense heat, forming a massive mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

Within a radius of several nautical miles, the explosion’s shockwave whipped up waves over thirty meters high, spreading wildly in all directions.

When the sea finally calmed, countless fish floated belly-up on the surface.

In the instant he hit the water, Rojie rapidly flapped his wings behind him, stabilizing his form.

Immediately, Rojie activated his onboard communication device and transmitted his location to the Planetary Defense Council.

Soon, a nearby naval base received orders, and several warships set out at full speed toward Rojie’s position.

When the warships reached the target area, a soldier suddenly pointed far off and shouted: “Look! What is that?!”

Everyone turned to follow his finger and saw a figure soaring above the sea, moving several times faster than the warships.

The figure rose high into the air, tracing elegant arcs, then plunged down hard, sending up enormous sprays of water.

“This… this is still human?”

A young soldier stared wide-eyed, muttering in disbelief, his binoculars nearly slipping from his grip.

Another soldier gaped, stammering: “An angel… it’s an angel?”

As the warship drew closer, Rojie landed on the deck and retracted his wings.

The soldiers on deck panicked, scrambling backward, their weapons instinctively trained on Rojie.

Yet among them, some devout soldiers knelt before Rojie, reciting sacred texts.

At that moment, Cant pushed his way through the crowd.

He adjusted his glasses, studying the man before him, his voice trembling slightly: “Professor Rojie?”

Rojie gave a slight nod and said gravely: “It’s me. Return to the Planetary Defense Council immediately.”

Cant froze for a moment, then snapped to attention and nodded quickly: “Yes… yes, Professor, we’re leaving at once!”

The warship turned around, its engines roaring again as it sped full throttle toward the nearby land.

Waves continuously slapped against the hull, spraying silver arcs of spray.

At midnight, as the warship slowly docked and the gangway lowered.

An armed convoy that had been waiting rushed forward, the headlights of black armored vehicles illuminating the pier like daylight.

Rojie stepped into the convoy wearing a white lab coat; armed soldiers automatically parted to clear a path.

Under tight escort, Rojie quickly reached the nearby airport.

Rojie boarded the aircraft; the roar of takeoff tore through the night sky.

As the engine’s roar grew louder, the plane slowly rolled down the runway and shot into the night.

Rojie gazed out the window; the city lights below shrank into scattered stars, then vanished into the endless darkness.

Cant sat across from Rojie, idly rubbing the armrest, several times opening his mouth but holding back.

His eyes brimmed with doubt, yet he swallowed his questions.

Time passed in silence; the cabin was so quiet only the hum of the engines could be heard.

When the private jet landed at the Planetary Defense Council headquarters, the horizon had begun to lighten with dawn.

The faint morning light cast a soft glow over the damaged building.

Though the dome had been hastily repaired, traces of the damage remained visible.

Rojie pushed open the conference hall doors; the hinges groaned.

Instantly, every pair of eyes locked onto him.

Below the stage, rows upon rows of representatives in suits and ties filled the seats.

The other four Wallfacers in the front row frowned or fell into thought, but all regarded Rojie with caution.

Rojie stepped onto the podium, smiled, and said: “It seems my space journey kept Itachi all awake.”

After witnessing Rojie’s terrifying power, no one dared interrupt him.

Rojie chuckled softly and said: “That Wallbreaker’s imagination is impressive—but his logic is riddled with holes.”

“My physical form can already tear apart planets easily—I don’t need gene technology to become a god.”

At these words, the hall fell deathly silent; everyone drew a sharp breath, some gripping their armrests unconsciously.

Rojie adjusted his glasses and continued: “I have no malice. I truly only wish to lead Itachi all to glorious evolution!”

“I study supergenes precisely to help Itachi keep pace with me.”

“To enable humanity to cross the stars with nothing but flesh and bone.”

When Rojie finished and signaled for questions,

a representative from a front-row nation suddenly stood, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently: “Professor Rojie—are Itachi human?”

These words were like a boulder dropped into a deep pool.

The entire hall froze; every gaze involuntarily fixed on the podium.

Rojie glanced at him and replied: “I am human.”

But he had no intention of elaborating—only answered the question.

Yet this answer eased the tension for many.

For them, it didn’t matter whether Rojie was human.

As long as he stood with humanity, that was enough.

With those words, they could now convince themselves.

Especially certain high-ranking officials of the Planetary Defense Council, who had already communicated with the Trisolarans via sophons last night.

They had learned that even the Trisolarans feared Rojie’s existence.

And because of that, they had chosen to seek peace with humanity.

What kind of being could make the Trisolarans fear? They dared not imagine.

As long as Rojie meant no harm to humanity, that was sufficient.

After all, he couldn’t be worse than the Trisolarans, who once saw humans as insects.

“Professor Rojie, what do Itachi intend to do?”

A woman’s voice broke the brief calm.

Rojie frowned, clearly irritated, and said: “My time is precious. Don’t waste it repeating questions.”

“I’ve said it—I will lead humanity into glorious evolution.”

In subsequent questions, representatives pressed him on resource allocation, technical challenges, and other issues—but Rojie’s answers grew ever briefer.

The meeting lasted until noon, when Rojie finally concluded the Q&A.

He then announced: “From now on, concentrate all resources on supergene research.”

“We aim to complete the first generation of supergene enhancement within the next decade.”

“Within thirty years, complete the second generation of supergene research and begin deploying gene engines.”

The attendees exchanged glances but dared not voice further opposition.

After demonstrating his power, Rojie’s authority had already surpassed that of any Wallfacers.

(End of Chapter)