Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Chapter 462: LV4

Hearing Zhang Yi’s words, Bian Junwu suddenly chuckled.

“Oh? Do you think my understanding is incorrect?” Zhang Yi asked.

Bian Junwu shook his head. “There are indeed some nuances. The so-called classification of superhuman abilities doesn’t directly correlate with combat strength.

“What it represents more is the potential ceiling of one’s ability.

“Superpowers vary greatly—not all are combat-oriented. Some are auxiliary or fall under entirely different categories.

“If an ability is countered or the environment isn’t favorable, it’s not unusual for a higher-level superhuman to be defeated by one ranked lower.”

Zhang Yi nodded in agreement.

If superpowers were akin to weapons, then their effectiveness depended on the wielder's skill and the circumstances.

“So,” Zhang Yi said with a smirk, “you’re saying I’m a Delta-level superhuman, or LV4? That means we’re the same rank. You sure have a high opinion of me!”

Taking a sip of tea, Zhang Yi began calculating in his mind.

Bian Junwu had no reason to deliberately mislead him, so there were two possibilities for his claim that they were on the same level.

First, despite Bian Junwu’s immense strength, his abilities might have significant drawbacks. Otherwise, his destructive power would far exceed anything Zhang Yi could currently match. Of course, in terms of defense, that might be a different story.

Second, Bian Junwu recognized the potential of Zhang Yi’s spatial abilities.

Spatial powers weren’t purely combat-oriented, but their versatility was undeniably formidable. Combining offense, defense, and logistical utility, such abilities could justify a Delta-level rating.

Bian Junwu elaborated, “My assessment of you is based on what I’ve observed. Official evaluations are conducted by professionals in the major districts.

“These rankings aren’t absolute and depend on demonstrated abilities.

“From my experience, I’d categorize you as Delta-level.

“Keep in mind, advancing to the next level is always possible for superhumans, but Delta represents a critical threshold. Without the ability to ‘Assimilate’ other energies, a superhuman can’t progress beyond LV3.”

As Bian Junwu explained, Zhang Yi gained a clearer understanding of superhuman classifications.

For now, Bian Junwu’s judgment placed his potential at Delta, or LV4—a level brimming with possibilities but not necessarily indicative of sheer combat power.

Despite this, Zhang Yi couldn’t help but grow curious about the enigmatic LV5, the Epsilon-level superhumans.

How strong were they?

Had such individuals already emerged in this world?

Unable to resist his curiosity, Zhang Yi asked, “Mr. Bian, have you ever seen an Epsilon-level superhuman?”

Bian Junwu slowly shook his head. “I haven’t.”

Zhang Yi was about to comment on the disappointment when Bian Junwu added, “But I know for a fact that there’s an Epsilon-level superhuman in the Shengjing District.”

Zhang Yi’s eyes lit up.

“There’s really someone like that?”

As a superhuman, Zhang Yi couldn’t help but feel intrigued by such an existence.

Bian Junwu chuckled. “It’s not exactly a secret.

“The major districts, tasked with managing vast territories in the apocalypse, rely on absolute power to suppress mutant creatures and lawless groups.

“Such overwhelming force is necessary.”

When mentioning the Epsilon-level superhuman, Bian Junwu’s eyes gleamed with admiration and envy.

“That individual’s power has reached a level that defies logic.

“They say anyone targeted by them, no matter the distance, can be killed with a single thought. That’s true divinity.”

Zhang Yi nearly dropped his teacup. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Bian Junwu.

“You… You’re joking, right? Killing someone from a thousand miles away? What are they, a satellite-guided missile?”

Bian Junwu smirked and gazed out at the snowy landscape.

“It’s far more convenient than that. From what I’ve heard, there’s no escape for anyone marked by them, no matter where they hide.”

Zhang Yi rubbed his temples, feeling overwhelmed.

“This sounds more like metaphysics than science!”

Bian Junwu said calmly, “The universe is filled with mysteries. Even the divine rolls dice. The world’s unpredictability is no surprise.

“In theory, there’s one more level beyond Epsilon: the legendary LV6, Omega-level superhumans.

“This classification exists only in theory, as no such superhuman has ever appeared. It refers to individuals with infinite growth potential and no upper limit to their strength.

“At that level, they would truly be gods…”

Bian Junwu’s words trailed off as he suddenly leaned on the table with one hand, covering his mouth with the other, and began coughing violently.

The force of his coughs made the table shake, spilling water from their glasses.

Instinctively, Zhang Yi slid his chair back half a step and asked, “Captain Bian, are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”

Bian Junwu finally stopped coughing after some time. Wiping a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, he spoke nonchalantly.

“No need. It’s just an old condition.”

Noticing Zhang Yi’s curious expression, Bian Junwu remarked flatly, “I have a terminal illness and only a short time left to live.”

He spoke so matter-of-factly that it sounded like he was describing someone else’s situation.

“If not for this, I wouldn’t have volunteered to lead this team and deal with such troublesome matters.”

Zhang Yi’s suspicions were confirmed.

As he suspected, Bian Junwu’s body had significant issues.

Was it a natural illness, a side effect of his abilities, or the result of being artificially modified, like the cyborgs at West Hill Base?

Speculation churned in Zhang Yi’s mind, but he refrained from prying further, as such details likely involved Jiangnan District’s classified information.

Instead, he offered comfort.

“With today’s advanced medicine, even cancer can be cured. Surely there’s nothing that can’t be treated.”

“My family doctor was a lead physician at Tianhai City’s First People’s Hospital. Perhaps she could examine you?”

Bian Junwu’s face remained impassive as he let Zhang Yi finish before responding.

“There’s no need to probe. I’m a dying man. I took on this mission to ensure that, after my death, my wife and children could live better lives.”

As he spoke, he removed his signature sunglasses, revealing a face even paler than before.

His eyes were eerily gray, devoid of pupils, filled with a lifeless hue.

“My ability comes at the cost of my vision and health. That’s why it’s limited to Delta-level.

“Otherwise, with more time, I might have reached Epsilon-level myself.

“Unfortunately, its fatal flaws make me a superweapon with limited uses. Do you understand now?”

Zhang Yi’s suspicions were confirmed. Bian Junwu’s ability not only consumed his vitality but also drastically shortened his lifespan.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yi sighed softly.

“I see. But I didn’t expect you to share the details of your ability so openly with me.”

Author's Note

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