Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Sing’s solution.
As Sunshine left the training field, the chatter of the soldiers still echoed faintly behind her, she heard them gasp in unison when Carson said that one of the teams was going into the forest that afternoon.

A part of her wondered if she was doing the right thing. There was always a possibility that they would die out there. The base was so safe and comfortable, there was no doubt that many had the urge to just hide in their bubble and wait for the apocalypse to end.

But the thought of being boxed in and ruled by others made her more uneasy. The expansion needed to happen. Safety was for cowards. She had lived without the bubble and walls in her last life. She had lived without the bountiful supplies she had now and yet she survived.

“Have I become too reliant on the bubble?” She asked herself in a whisper.

She would have pondered more on the question if Day did not turn up the music, playing his favorite rap song. Like she did sometimes, Sunshine joined him, singing as if she had zero problems.

When she reached home, she didn’t head straight to the shower even though sweat trickled down her forehead. Instead, she crossed into the living section of the space and began to train her abilities. Without others watching her, she felt comfortable to use all of her strength and abilities.

It was not just humans she was hiding her abilities from, the watchers too. Especially Pink. The watcher was still trying to find different ways to destroy the bubble even though the artificial moon had been taken down.

She had no plans of bringing out the moons ever again until the darkness came. It was enough to know that it worked.

“Alright, concentrate.” Sunshine shook out her arms, spread her legs, extending her one hand, feeling the familiar sting as the cold rushed through her veins. Frost veins_ thin, luminous like they were charged spread across her forearms like treads of crystal, pulsing gently in blue light. The air stiffened.

She raised her other hand, concentrating even more.

Then shatter bloom!

A burst of ice exploded from her palm, expanding into the shape of a frozen flower before fracturing into a hundred shards that clattered harmlessly on the fogged ground.

Sunshine winced, unhappy with the results. “Too much pressure,” she muttered to herself, steadying her breathing. “I will go again.”

She gathered water from the pond, turning it into ice swords with a sweep of a hand. With a single finger, she controlled them, slicing the air with a whoosh.

Satisfied with that, she sent the swords into the pond and gathered more water, solidifying it into a crystal orb of ice. It was precise work, delicate, demanding control because one crack could ruin it all. She pushed it forward and shattered it from above. Thousands of little sharp shards fell down.

“Yes!” She shouted as the shards scattered in the range that she wanted.

Next, she tried the glacial move, one that she was still finding difficult to maneuver. She closed her eyes and took in long breath, slowing her heartbeat. The place around her seemed still, even the fish were not moving. Frost spread upwards from her feet, coating the floor in a thin white layer. She wanted to create an explosion of ice that was so great, like a bomb going off and destroying an entire city.

Red lights began to blink erratically on her virtual screen.

[Warning! Warning! Host, you are drawing too much energy.]

Sunshine exhaled, giving up. “Not again!” She growled in frustration.

[With practice you will get there. Rushing is not the solution.]

“Easy for you to say.” Sunshine said.

She started on her electrokinesis training, spending forty minutes on it. By the time she finished, her knees were a bit wobbly, and sweat was dripping down her back.

But she did not waste a single moment. One of her reasons for asking Sheldon to sell them seeds was because she planned to plant some in the living space. It was an experiment; one she hoped would succeed.

She had already acquired farming tools from the system and repaired others. They could function without her involvement and all she needed to do was throw seeds in the holes.

[This was not the intended purpose of the space.]

“I believe it was created for repairmen to plant their own food for days or months when they live in the space doing their job.” She replied to the system.

[The nerve of you!]

She smiled. The system was showing small emotional fluctuations like an AI gadget. Laughing, she sowed her seeds and left the space. Sunshine went to the bathroom, letting the water wash away all the sweat that was clinging to her body. After, she dressed and headed to the main laboratory.

More singing accompanied the journey, and it only stopped when they reached the lab building which was heavily guarded. As the car slowed down, Sunshine saw Dr. Sing siting on one of the outside benches, a cup of tea between his hands. She had a feeling it was green tea, the only tea he drunk.

Sunshine smiled as she approached. “It is nice seeing you taking a break from work Doctor Sing.”

Dr. Sing lifted his eyes, then stood up to greet her. “Only because I have very little pending work: hybrid grain seeds.”

Sunshine’s brows arched. “Really? Does that mean that you have finished your experiments with the mutated snake meat? What is your conclusion doctor?”

He gave a small nod and then turned towards the door. “This way.”

She couldn’t tell whether he was leading her to a triumph or disappointment. Still, she followed, her boots echoing against the sterile floors as they entered the cold rooms.

A gust of chill air met her face, carrying the clean scent of stored samples. Rows of labeled containers filled the shelves, each containing neatly packed portions of very pale meat.

Dr. Sing stopped at one of the steel counters, removed his gloves, and gestured to a slab beneath a glass cover. “We isolated the mutegenic enzymes that were breaking down human-compatible proteins,” he explained, his tone simple and patient. “Then we introduced a balancing enzyme made with the outer layer of red fang flowers and unknown edible flora that you gave to me. The mixed solution neutralized the mutation’s aggressive reaction inside the human body.”

Sunshine blinked, almost speechless. “So, in a layman’s language….it is safe for barbecue?”

“Completely,” he said. ” The tests came back clean. It is not just safe, it’s nutritious. The mutation’s energy clusters were restructured into stable protein chains. The human body will process it like normal meat; the only change is that the meat loses a certain level of color after being dipped in the solution.”

For a moment, Sunshine only stared at him. Then she covered her mouth, eyes widening in disbelief and awe. “Dr. Sing, you made the impossible….possible.”

What only she knew was that he was the same man that accomplished this very thing in her last life. It just happened in the third year of the apocalypse. She had provided all he needed to speed up his achievement.

Then the excitement left her face. “But we still need someone to taste it.”

He gave her a small smile. “I already have….it tastes better than chicken.”

The two burst into laughter for a while.

“Ma’am, this solution does not just work on meat but some mutated crops as well. The toxins in the plants break down and become harmless. Of course, this doesn’t magically make everything edible, it just lowers the possibility of being poisoned.” Dr. Sing informed her.

Sunshine shook her head in disbelief; she placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Well done doctor, truly. Because of you, people will not starve to death. Your name will be remembered in the new history of the new earth. We’ll call it Sing’s solution so everyone will know it came from you.”

“Sing’s solution.” The man pinched his chin, smiling bemusedly. “I like the sound of that.”