Billionaire Reboot: Building A New World Order
Chapter 41: Beyond Human 3

Chapter 41: Beyond Human 3

By chance, he found himself sitting across the very genius destined to change and revolutionize human soldiers in the future.

He didn’t see it coming, but it wasn’t a bad surprise. More like hitting the jackpot without buying a ticket.

Terrence set his phone on the table, trying to steady his hand.

He failed. A slight twitch gave him away.

Still, he spoke evenly. Now that he knew her identity, it was important to stay on her good side.

"Didn’t know I was sitting across from a global icon."

Anna leaned back against the leather chair, holding her coffee.

She chuckled, the sound bright enough to cut through the hum of country music in the background.

"It’s New York. You trip over celebrities on sidewalk corners. You could even brush shoulders with the richest man alive at a charity gala and barely notice."

Terrence let a smirk slide across his lips. "True. but money’s something you can chase. Intelligence like yours? That’s priceless."

For a second, she didn’t know what to say.

A soft laugh slipped out, but she looked away quickly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"That’s... probably one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me today."

"I doubt that." A small smile tugged at his lips. "I’m sure a lot of people compliment you all the time."

She gave a small nod. "Mm-hmm... but coming from you, it feels different."

"Same here. I don’t hand out compliments that easily," he replied, then glanced at her. "But with you... it’s kinda hard not to."

She gave him a sideways glance, lips pressed together in a small smile, cheeks just a bit pink.

"You’re good at this, you know."

"At what?"

"Making my heart race," She traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip. "I usually analyze everything—IQ , speech patterns, even micro expressions. Hard to feel much else when my mind’s cataloging flaws."

She paused, eyes locked on his. "But there’s something about you. I even wondered if you secrete some kind of hormone that triggers attraction."

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "That’s... oddly specific."

But inside, he tensed. That guess came uncomfortably close.

It wasn’t hormones. What she sensed was the mana he was unconsciously releasing.

No wonder she was called a genius.

"So, what field do you specialize in?" he changed the topic.

She settled into a more confident posture, folding one leg over the other.

"Same with my father. I specialize in human genetics, specifically in how to enhance or trigger certain traits through gene manipulation."

She paused for a second, watching his reaction. "In simple terms, I work on pushing human potential past its natural limits."

Terrence arched an eyebrow. "Did you have any successes?"

Her lips curled into a proud smile.

"In lab rats, at least. Reflexes doubled, memory spans increased, some immunity factors activated. It’s early data, but the results are... promising."

"Aren’t you breaking some kind of confidentiality agreement telling me all this over coffee?"

She laughed again, the sound like glass chimes.

"Technically? Probably. But my gut tells me you’re not just another rich guy...Besides, I only gave you the fun, none classified highlights."

As she spoke of gene sequences and her wild ambitions, he realized why she was destined to change the world—the same way she just rearranged every particle of his curiosity.

Time passed, but he didn’t mind. Talking to her wasn’t just entertaining—it was surprisingly eye-opening.

Every topic she brought up had depth, layered with facts and insight that made it hard not to listen.

At one point, she changed the conversation toward history.

"Did you know," she began, stirring her drink, "that during World War II, the Soviet Union actually experimented with creating enhanced soldiers?"

She didn’t stop there.

"They used all kinds of methods—drugs, brutal training, insane endurance drills. But some experiments were darker. Chemicals to kill fear. Electric shocks to the brain to force out more strength."

Terrence frowned. "That sounds less like science, more like torture."

She leaned in slightly. "I agree. They even tried matching people with ideal genes—smart, strong, healthy—hoping it would lead to better future soldiers."

He let out a low breath. "Breeding humans like livestock... that’s messed up."

Her voice lowered. "After the war, a lot of that research didn’t disappear. It just went underground. Even the West picked it up. Programs like Operation Paperclip brought Russian scientists into the U.S. to continue the work."

"Wait, are you saying super soldiers actually exist right now?" he asked, half-joking, but part of him really wanted to know

She opened her mouth like she was about to answer, then paused and smiled.

"Time’s up. I have to go." She stood and gently smoothed out her dress, then gave him a soft look.

"If you want to hear the rest... take me out on a date. And this time, don’t make me ask first, okay?

She glanced away for a second, then back at him with a shy smile. "I really like talking to you... but it’s a little embarrassing when I’m always the one doing the asking."

"I’ll text you." He kept it simple—no teasing this time. Best not to ruin the moment.

Outside, he caught a glimpse of her stepping into a sleek black luxury SUV. Four others followed behind it in a tight convoy. Must be her father.

Terrence watched the vehicles disappear into traffic, then stuffed his hands into his pockets.

’I should head out. Emily’s probably annoyed right now,’

He sighed and headed off, bracing himself for whatever mood was waiting on the other end.

Emily lived in a penthouse too, but hers was in a far more exclusive building. In fact, her family owned the entire building.

Surprisingly, she didn’t say a word. No glare, no comment. She just got into his car without a fuss.

In his rearview mirror, he spotted a line of black SUVs trailing behind.

This night was either about to pay off, or go completely wrong depending on her mood.

But he wasn’t nervous. If anything, his body itched for some action. Something to help him stretch his muscles and test his new powers.

’I hope that sunglasses guy shows up,’ he muttered. ’I’ve got some stress to vent out,’

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