章 28: Chapter 28: Benevolence
Song Shi harbored a deep suspicion that she had already been influenced by the violent genetic factors inherent in her body.
Just moments ago, when her savage emotions reached their peak, she keenly felt a warm current rise from her chest. However, the boy's scream from the desk in front of her disrupted her thoughts, and the sensation vanished without a trace.
Song Shi instinctively placed her hand over her heart, reflecting on yesterday. The soothing force had emerged from her chest precisely when she had been on the brink of losing control while staring into the mirror.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Shi's brow twitched.
Two forces within her were in constant conflict.
The violent energy stemmed from her genetics—she was, after all, a high-probability candidate for the violent gene expression.
A hallmark of the violent gene was its insatiable thirst for blood and slaughter, making it nearly impossible to control.
This was evident from her encounter with the ground wolf beast in the alley, where she was saved just in time by two awakened individuals. Among them was Lu Xing, a violent-type awakened, whose uncontrollable bloodlust surged even after the beast had died. It wasn't until his guardian, Wu Zhi, called his name that he regained his senses, still stabbing the lifeless corpse.
As for the elusive soothing force within her, Song Shi couldn't help but think of the healing powers of a healer.
Zhao Jing, a healer-type awakened, passed on her genes to Liu Chichi, who inherited the healing gene. Song Shi, being Zhao Jing's daughter, could reasonably harbor this same power within her.
Whenever her violent gene awakened, the healing, soothing power emerged to calm her raging emotions.
But why did this healing ability exist within her?
Recalling a conversation she had overheard outside an office, Chen Lishu had said that her pre-high school genetic test revealed a 49% violent gene differentiation.
She wasn't certain whether the genetic test, a longstanding method in the Federation, had indicated that only her violent gene differentiation was at 49%, or whether other gene types were also present, with the violent gene being the dominant one.
If it was the latter, there might be traces of the healer gene within her, making it possible for her to awaken as a healer.
But why did both types of awakenings manifest simultaneously in her body now?
Song Shi's gaze wandered as she carefully recalled everything from the *Human Differentiation Guide*. Her brow furrowed; no such case was documented within its pages.
For now, Song Shi could only put this line of questioning aside, focusing on utilizing these powers to heal the wounds on her body.
Perhaps because she was in the differentiation phase, the awakened results of both violent and healing types couldn't stabilize within her, appearing suddenly and then vanishing just as quickly.
They needed a trigger.
Song Shi opened the page of the book that was smeared with blood. Over time, the once vibrant red stains had darkened to a deep crimson. She stared at the blood, attempting to stir the violent emotions within her, but the healing power never surfaced.
She failed.
At that moment, her emotions were unnaturally stable. In fact, upon realizing her own uniqueness, there was an inexplicable sense of joy.
Song Shi suddenly felt the urge to slap herself.
With no other course of action, she remained seated, enduring the pain in her body, waiting for her violent genes to recover on their own.
Her natural healing ability seemed no weaker than expected. Last night, she had still felt the sharp pain in her lower back while walking, but by morning, she was able to walk without any hindrance. It wasn't until she kicked the person rushing toward her from the opposite table in the cafeteria that a slight discomfort resurfaced.
Sitting there in silence, with the instructor's monotonous lecture echoing through the room, Song Shi became drowsy and eventually slumped onto the desk.
This caused her to miss lunch.
The regulation school did not have a break for lunch.
After eating, classes resumed.
The afternoon lessons were no longer moral education but standard school subjects.
Song Shi was awakened by the rumbling of her stomach.
Lifting her head, she felt her left hand, which had been pressing against her head as a makeshift pillow, go numb. She carefully stretched her wrist and looked toward the front, where a female instructor was lecturing.
A casual glance at the projected content revealed something familiar. Upon focusing, she realized it resembled the mathematics she had studied in her previous life during high school.
Even the examples the teacher used were nearly identical.
Song Shi was momentarily struck by a sense of déjà vu, as though she had returned to her high school days—if only she could disregard the waves of pain shooting through her face, back, and knees.
She recalled the schedule, remembering that the morning was reserved for moral education, while the afternoon would bring a change of subjects. Glancing down at her watch, she found, as expected, the time was precisely four o'clock.
Rubbing her stomach, the numbness in her left hand gradually subsided. Song Shi retrieved a stack of textbooks from her desk and peeled off the crisp plastic wrapping from the top one.
There were four books in total. She skimmed through each one quickly. Three of them contained content she had already encountered in her previous life, but one was entirely new:
*History of Crisis*
The book detailed the rise of the first beast in the human world, the subsequent struggle between humans and these beasts over territory, and how humanity had evolved to wield powers of their own, barely surviving amidst the ever-present threat of the beasts.
The final chapters offered a glimpse into the future.
Song Shi quickly scanned the entire book just as the bell rang for the end of class.
"Quick, quick, it's break time! I'm about to rot in here!"
"Today we're switching teams. We have to beat Xiao Huo and his gang!"
"I'll go for the ball first, you hurry!"
The instructor stood at the podium, watching as the students rushed out, then turned her gaze to the last row where Song Shi sat.
Her voice was soft and gentle. "You've been asleep during my lessons, including yesterday. Is it that you don't enjoy them?"
"Sorry," Song Shi replied politely.
The instructor chuckled lightly. "They all say you're a born violent-type, disrespectful, and arrogant, but here you are apologizing. I didn't expect that."
Had it been anyone else, Song Shi would have interpreted the comment as sarcasm and would have fired back instantly. But the instructor's expression held no malice, and her tone was more like friendly teasing, so Song Shi remained silent.
"Sleep does help dull some of the pain," the instructor continued, tidying the scattered books on the desk and packing them into her bag. She paused suddenly, her words seemingly pointed. "But it's also the easiest time to let one's guard down."
Song Shi's gaze flicked up, her wariness evident.
The instructor finished packing the last book into her canvas bag and placed it flat on the desk, leaning over with both hands pressed on the surface. Their eyes met. "Yesterday afternoon, while you were asleep, I walked around the room. I could feel a strong healing aura surrounding you. I thought, didn't you have a high violent-type gene differentiation?"
Song Shi's hand, which had been lightly resting on her injured knee under the desk, clenched into a fist. "You..."
(End of Chapter)
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