Crime Prison Island
Chapter 154 - 67: Daddy’s Knowledge

Chapter 154: Chapter 67: Daddy’s Knowledge

Noon.

"Ugh..."

Gao Xin yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He woke up in a daze, reached to throw off the blanket, but realized he was only wearing charred rags.

This snapped him back to reality, making him aware of what had happened in the past few days...

It was all like a big dream.

"I survived..."

He held his head as many memories began returning, and his eyes instantly reddened.

He clenched his fists, feeling the strength in his muscles, hopped on his legs, and felt light as a feather.

"Did it work? That was so difficult."

Genetic collapse indeed was a disaster that no species on Earth had ever overcome.

If it hadn’t been for the lightning strike at the last moment, gathering the Thunder Fire and completing the life transition, he surely wouldn’t have made it.

"That last lightning strike was critical."

"I finally waited for you, I’m glad I didn’t give up..."

He opened his arms, embracing the sky, thankful for the last night’s downpour.

He then bowed down, touching the earth, thankful also for the soil and the grass.

"Thank you, thank you all..."

In the end, he hugged the tree with the scorch marks from the lightning strike, rubbing his face against it.

"And you, Tree Bro! You worked hard. Thank you."

He talked to the soil and caressed the tree like a madman, his eyes reddened, emotional and sentimental.

This unnamed little hill was where Gao Xin was reborn, how could he not be moved.

He bathed in the sunlight, took in the mountains, enjoyed the warm breeze, and listened to all the delicate sounds around his ears, paying attention to the rhythm within him.

There were too many things in life to be moved by, and in the end, he had to thank himself: Chongguang, you’ve worked hard.

It took a while for him to compose himself.

Then he ran wild on the mountain like a carefree monkey.

"Oh oh oh haha!"

He jumped, tumbled, and spun around.

The charred and rotten material fell from his body, revealing fresh, new skin underneath, smooth as a newborn’s.

Soon, he caught sight of a pond, formed by the convergence of streams on the opposite mountain slope.

Gao Xin immediately sprinted down the hillside, dashed a hundred meters, and leaped into the water.

"Splash!"

Water splashed several meters high, and fragments of char floated to the surface.

After a while, Gao Xin rubbed his forehead and stood up in the water, which came up only to his knees...

Now cleansed of all filth, he was completely nude and carefree.

Looking at his reflection in the water, Gao Xin noticed he had lost too much weight and even his appearance had changed.

He used to weigh a hundred kilograms, but after these three days, at a height of 182 centimeters, he seemed to weigh only fifty kilograms.

He had lost half his weight, looking like a mere stick.

"Tsk, even thinner than when I first arrived on the island."

"I’ve lost so much material these three days, many cells have died, plus reconstructing my body and self-healing all caused major consumption."

"Ah... I’m so hungry."

Gao Xin had previously inhibited all sorts of meaningless warnings of pain to save brain cells, not allowing his brain to generate these things.

Now back to normal, with his gut bacteria protesting wildly, he naturally felt extremely hungry.

He randomly picked some wildflowers and grass, munching away.

"This is so delicious." Gao Xin feasted; if these plants were good for cattle and sheep, why not for him?

As soon as these reached his stomach, the digestive bacteria rapidly broke them down.

"Not enough, not enough..."

Gao Xin became more addicted as he ate, stripping bark from trees, and when thirsty, put his mouth to the stream for a hearty drink.

"Even though it’s all rough fiber, as long as it’s digestible, it can provide my body with plenty of glucose and protein..."

"Eh? Glucose? C6H12O6?"

While eating, Gao Xin suddenly paused; he actually knew what glucose was.

Beef and milk are known to be rich in nutrients, and they all come from grass.

So relying on a gut flora to eat grass could also replenish what his body needed, which was something he would know with a bit of reasoning.

But he shouldn’t have known the molecular formula for glucose...

Gao Xin knocked on his head, calmed down, and started to recall; a long and vague dream surfaced in his mind.

"Glucose is the most widespread and important monosaccharide found in nature; it is a polyhydroxy aldehyde. Its melting point is 146 degrees Celsius, boiling point 527.1 degrees Celsius..."

"I learned this in junior high school..."

"Wait a minute... where did I get a junior high school from?"

Gao Xin knocked on his head again, realizing he might have had a very long dream.

Pieces of a life, like a cascading slide show, flashed through his mind.

Childhood in the early 21st century, kindergarten, elementary school, junior high, high school, college, grad school, up to being a professor...

"No, no, that’s not me... that’s Gao Jiaoji... that’s my father’s life..."

"But this knowledge is real... how could I know it?"

"So, it wasn’t a dream?"

Gao Xin finally remembered that before the lightning strike, he seemed to have exhausted the last vestige of life.

Then he plunged into boundless darkness, into a dream full of imagery.

The dream felt very long, as if he had lived two lifetimes!

But it also seemed so short; waking up felt like just a nap.

His mind retained only broken fragments of memory, almost completely forgotten.

"Right, that wasn’t a dream, it was my near-death experience!"

Gao Xin tried hard to recall, even engaging his emotional brain, and finally, remembered more.

In a flash, he envisioned a vague and majestic Great Spirit in his mind!

Just that glimpse made him feel a surge in his Heart Power.

Whoosh, Silver Hand emerged from the pond: "Rat! Come fight!"

Gao Xin, still contemplative, waved his hand: "No fighting, no fighting, don’t bother me, I’m not training today."

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