I Have Infinite Skill Points

For every vaccine he encoded, Wang Lan would receive five thousand experience points and several hundred skill points. Creating forty vaccine codes would allow him to level up from Star Cloud One to Star Cloud Two and also raise all his skills by one level on average.

I can produce a hundred in just one day! Wang Lan boasted to himself.

But… ideals are bountiful; reality, however, often delivers a harsh slap.

To avoid appearing too outrageously talented, Wang Lan didn't dare go all out. After all, if he cracked a hundred Star Martial Toxins and developed their vaccines in a single day, he'd likely be on the gallows by the time all the viruses were resolved. Even if he wasn't burned at the stake as a heretic, he'd most likely be sent to a research institute for dissection.

Of course, that was just a dark joke. The truth was, every time he developed a vaccine, Wang Lan had to painstakingly explain every step of the process over and over again.

For seven or eight consecutive days, Wang Lan felt like he'd said more in those few days than he had in his entire life.

Apart from Sun Li, who had barely grasped the genetic formula encoding, the other senior students remained utterly confused, as if listening to an indecipherable text. No matter how he explained it, they just didn't understand. The usually composed Wang Lan was tempted to resort to 'persuasion by virtue.'

"Listen, everyone," Wang Lan began, his patience wearing thin. "You're supposed to be the elite, aren't you? I've explained it so clearly and thoroughly. How can you still not get it? Weren't we told the average IQ here is one hundred fifty? Are you sure you didn't underreport by a hundred?"

With a loud THUD, Wang Lan slammed a brick onto the office desk. Carved squarely into the brick was the character for 'Virtue'.

Over these past few days, Wang Lan's authority had solidified. This was especially true after the first sample of the Black-speckled Spider Toxin Vaccine was returned, confirming not only its effectiveness but also its perfect safety in human trials. All the senior students were now genuinely and wholeheartedly convinced of Wang Lan's capabilities.

That's how it worked in this world. While unspoken rules about seniority existed, ultimately, capability trumped everything. Besides, they were all students, so seniority wasn't really a factor. Since Wang Lan possessed the skill of an instructor, he naturally commanded an instructor's authority.

Even a Buddha would lose their temper if pushed too far. Wang Lan, infuriated by this group of slow learners, finally snapped. He began spouting classic teacher tirades without holding back.

"Wang Lan, are you sure this is simple?" one senior asked. "Each step is like a labyrinth, full of twists and turns. A single small step requires considering dozens of variables and satisfying more than ten conditions simultaneously. And there are hundreds of such steps! Without computer assistance, how could a human brain possibly manage it?"

"Then why don't you use a computer?!"

"But I haven't got the formula down; I can't edit it to input into the computing software."

"I…"

Three words stuck in Wang Lan's throat as if a fishbone were lodged there.

Sun Li intervened. "Alright, alright, everyone has worked hard these past few days. Understanding and mastering the gene-editing formula isn't something that can be achieved overnight. Otherwise, after Ms. Wang Qi published it so long ago, someone would have claimed to have fully mastered it by now, yet no one has.

It's truly difficult for you to master it in just a few days when so many top scientists haven't managed to. So, how about this: tomorrow, I'll give you all a few days off to relax your minds."

"Teacher… you haven't mastered it yourself and now plan to abandon us, have you?" a female student asked, her expression mournful.

"Hahaha… silly child, what are you saying? Am I the kind of person to burn bridges?" Sun Li chuckled.

All the students nodded vigorously, completely disregarding Sun Li's attempt to save face.

"Zhang, go fax the virus vaccine data we've compiled these past few days to Jiayi. Tell them to prepare the samples for us as soon as possible. I plan to go into seclusion for a week. Don't disturb me during this time unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Huh? Teacher, does that mean I can stay here and continue encoding virus vaccines for the entire week?" Wang Lan asked, his eyes shining with eagerness.

Without the teacher's supervision or the drag of his senior classmates, Wang Lan could go full throttle. Earning five hundred thousand experience points a day would be a breeze. Ah, the mere thought of it was wonderfully intoxicating!

Sun Li looked at Wang Lan with a mixture of pity and sly amusement. "Silly boy, have you forgotten you're still a student? And have you forgotten how many classes you've missed? Hurry back and make up for your absences. Otherwise, failing your finals and having to retake them won't look good on your record."

"But didn't you…" Wang Lan asked cautiously, "Didn't you talk to those instructors? And smooth things over for me?"

"Yes, I did," Sun Li replied. "I 'smoothed things over' by applying for a ten-day sick leave for you."

Wang Lan stared at Sun Li, horrified. A teacher who trolls her own student so expertly? I can only bow in admiration!

"Make good use of this week, all of you," Sun Li continued. "I'll be busy again once I come out of seclusion. The rest of you students, too: lab reports, study reflections, class notes—not a single thing should be missing. I'll be checking everything when I return."

After leaving the medical department, Wang Lan dragged his exhausted body back to his dormitory. Compared to the two slackers in his dorm, their life was what real college was like: sleeping through classes, gaming after lectures, and occasional impromptu barbecues for no particular reason.

"You're back early today?" He Jing looked up and asked casually on seeing Wang Lan return so soon.

"I've been liberated! I'll go to class with you guys normally from tomorrow," Wang Lan called back, then flopped onto his bed to sort through his gains.

In the past ten days, he had cracked some eighty-odd Star Martial Toxins, earning nearly five hundred thousand experience points and thirty thousand skill points. His Star Martial Art level had not only reached Star Cloud Two but was also just a step away from Star Cloud Three.

To avoid causing too much of a stir, Wang Lan had chosen to level up discreetly by retreating to the restroom. He'd essentially used a 'tactical toilet retreat' to avoid a potential jealous beating from his senior classmates.

He hadn't used the thirty thousand skill points yet; besides, they weren't immediately needed, and the number thirty thousand itself felt auspicious. However, now that he had some free time, it was indeed time to consider how to allocate them.

Song of Life, Gold Two! As Wang Lan's innate Star Martial Skill, it was also the Star Martial Skill Wang Lan valued most.

Remote healing, mobile healing—none of these mattered as much to Wang Lan as the ability to heal himself. His Self Healing Star Martial Skill, even at Silver Nine, could already bring someone back from the brink of death.

As long as his head wasn't instantly severed, Wang Lan was confident he could revive with full health. After Song of Life evolved to the Gold level, there seemed to be no particular changes to its self-healing aspect…

Well, there was one. Regeneration of severed limbs!

Even if his limbs were severed, they could rapidly regenerate under the light of Self Healing. Of course, if an enemy was capable of severing Wang Lan's limbs, then severing his head wouldn't be much more difficult. So, this skill still seemed somewhat redundant.

What was the point of regenerating limbs if the head couldn't be regenerated?

Must add points!

Spending ten thousand skill points to upgrade Song of Life to Gold Nine yielded no substantial changes. Apart from increasing the number of people he could heal and the range of the healing, there was no alteration to its self-healing capabilities.

But upon deeper reflection, Wang Lan realized that wasn't entirely true. Although no outward changes were apparent, he sensed his body undergoing some kind of… mutation.

The sensation was like… being a flower bud on the verge of blooming, feeling an intense urge to open. Yet, even after upgrading to Gold Nine, this metaphorical flower hadn't successfully blossomed.

Perhaps the powerful abilities stemming from this would only manifest after reaching the Platinum level.

As for his other Star Martial Skills, he figured that after entering university, competitive sparring matches would cease, and opportunities for one-on-one duels would also become scarce. From what he'd gathered from his seniors, mastering an area-of-effect attack skill during university was crucial.

In the future, whether supporting operations abroad or interning in Pioneer Spaces, when facing swarms of Exotic Beasts, the effectiveness of a wide-range Star Martial Skill would be far superior to that of any single-target offensive skill.

Wang Lan's Earth Surge Fire Sea was quite effective, so he upgraded it to High-Gold rank. As for his other Star Martial Skills—Phantom Tracer was excellent, Universal Decomposition was incredibly potent, and then there were the four foundational Star Martial Skills like Inch Strength Fist… all of these also required continuous upgrading.

Thirty thousand skill points seemed like a lot, but in reality, it was nowhere near enough.

While Wang Lan was carefully and prudently assigning points in the system, over in Suzhou City at Jiayi Technology, Ms. Wang Qi's office was enveloped in a different kind of emotion.

Three days prior, the sample of the Black-speckled Spider Toxin Vaccine, developed by Wang Qi herself, had been sent to Modu Star Martial Academy. She had considered it a minor event. Even if it were to be mass-produced, that would surely take some time.

Within Jade Country, Poisonous Beasts weren't particularly common, and Black-speckled Spiders were typically found in Different Dimensional Spaces connected to the South African plate. Jade Country hadn't provided support to that region for many years.

But unexpectedly, a mere three days later, they had received data for over eighty different vaccines requiring sample production.

What on earth was going on? Could there have been a breakthrough in developing Star Martial Toxin Vaccines? Was it like when she herself had developed the Life Potion? But it had taken her nearly ten years to create the Life Potion, and that was just for a single type of potion.

A potion applicable to most cancers.

However, each Star Martial Toxin Vaccine was unique. Wang Qi had initially assumed that the first vaccine—the one for the Black-speckled Spider—was the culmination of years of research. But now, in just a few days, this team had managed to crack the formulas for over eighty different vaccines?

Her pen spun ceaselessly between her fingers as she pondered for a long time. Suddenly, Wang Qi reached a decision.

"Xiaoling, contact Modu Star Martial Academy for me. I'd like to pay them a visit tomorrow."

"Got it!"

The next day, Professor Zheng Gong's lecture was the first class in the morning. Wang Lan arrived early, settling into the classroom and setting up his laptop in front of him. To be honest, he was panicking internally.

He felt just like an elementary school student who had forgotten to do his homework and was now dreading the moment the teacher would come to collect it.

The classroom gradually filled up, the bell signalling the start of class rang, and Professor Zheng Gong stepped into the classroom with his teaching materials under his arm.

"Good morning, students. Today, we're going to discuss Memory Imprinting," Professor Zheng Gong began. "First, I must state unequivocally that Memory Imprinting is an extremely dangerous procedure and must be approached with utmost caution.

Whether imprinting another's memories or your own, the risks are identical. The slightest error can obliterate the subject's brain. And once the brain is destroyed, the person effectively becomes an imbecile.

I am not fearmongering; such tragic incidents have occurred even here at Modu Star Martial Academy, teaching us harsh lessons. I recall a case from the class of '08. That year, a student, lacking proper mastery, recklessly experimented with Memory Imprinting. While attempting to extract his own memories, his unstable control over his spiritual power caused it to detonate within his mind.

The result… his mental capacity was reduced to that of a three-year-old. He essentially bid farewell to his future. So…" Suddenly, Professor Zheng Gong's voice trailed off.

His gaze swept across the classroom and, by chance, landed on an ostrich-like figure hunched behind a laptop.

Heh. So, you finally decided to show up?