Below is the English translation of "Three Unifications Arc Chapter 5: Life Potential," based on the provided text. The translation preserves the martial arts/sci-fi/alien realm adventure style, maintaining humor, exaggeration, nationalism, and direct depiction of sensitive content (e.g., sexual undertones, violence, and mystical themes) without softening, as per your instructions. It ensures consistency with prior translations (e.g., "Sun Empire," "Flying Dragon Star," "high-energy crystal," "Yellow Dragon Group") and captures Makino Feitian's commanding, witty, and visionary persona. The tone is triumphant, speculative, and indulgent, aligning with the YY (fantasy wish-fulfillment) vibe, with a focus on scientific breakthroughs and genetic mysteries.
Three Unifications Arc Chapter 5: Life Potential
News of my awakening sent the palace into joyous uproar. In Wudu, the great bell of the Magic-Martial Academy tolled, a sound reserved for grand celebrations, proclaiming to the capital that their great and wise Emperor Makino Feitian had conquered illness and recovered. (Per the classics: "If readers didn't rate you so highly and demand your recovery, I'd have let you sleep a decade or two. So vain!")
The spacious room felt cramped. People pressed shoulder to shoulder. My wives wept with relief, while my kids hit me with a tough one: "Daddy, you're amazing, sleeping so long. When Mommy spanks me, I wake right up!"
"Your Majesty, you're awake! Heaven has eyes—bless the empire!" Someone startled me with an outdated kowtow, sobbing dramatically. I looked—damn, it was the empire's Prime Minister! Feigning emotion, I said, "Lord Fenlanlei, rise! You've toiled in my absence." "Majesty, in your coma, I saw how the people adore you. Without you, we're fish without water, life meaningless. Compared to your grand deeds, my labor's nothing. Your illness came from war and strain for our 500 million kin. You're a legendary ruler! Serving you is my life's pride!" Fenlanlei gushed. I wondered if he'd been hit on the head this past year—since when was he such a flatterer? Talent's talent, though; maybe I'm as great as he says. Wiping a tear, Fenlanlei thought, Phew, no more paperwork pile-up. Who knew I had a knack for speeches? Heh. Sweat.
"Alright, everyone out. His Majesty just woke and needs rest and checks," Xue'er said, stepping forward gracefully. Leading in my absence, her words carried weight. The crowd cleared, leaving my wives; the kids were whisked off by maids.
"Majesty, you're awake. My measures worked," Cohen said, rushing from Yanhuang Star. "What's that mean?" I asked, puzzled. "Hold on, post-checkup I'll explain. I wasn't sure, but now I'm 100%—this is a human milestone!" Damn, this old man's teasing me now. Everyone around me picks up my bad habits. I knew I'd have to wait for the experts to finish.
Finally done, Cohen's smug look screamed a valuable find, likely tied to my condition. "Spill it, you can talk now," I said. "Majesty, recall our 'Source of Life' experiment a year ago?" he asked. "Yeah, get to the point. I'll ask if I'm lost," I snapped, not wanting his Q&A to drag.
"Majesty, that experiment cracked part of life's secrets, boosting our vitality. We made it a special project, finding not just lifespan but attack power could improve. By energizing human cells, we can achieve it.
"We graded ability by energy levels: Tier 1, using external energy; Tier 2, withstanding forbidden spell attacks; Tier 3, over half the body energized, capable of space flight; Tier 4, fully energized, a true 'god.' Each tier has low, mid, high sublevels.
"For clarity, let's map the tribes. Flying Dragon Star humans—not Earth's—average Tier 1 low, strong ones hitting mid to high. Demons and gods are Tier 1 high, elites reaching Tier 2 mid, the demon and god kings at Tier 2 high. Tier 3? Legends suggest only the Creator God, maybe Tier 3 mid, wiping out planets with a gesture. Tier 4? Kicking a sun like a ball wouldn't do it justice. Chinese myths' immortals? Tier 2 mid to high, someone like Buddha maybe Tier 3 mid."
"What about our Chinese clan warriors by your scale?" I asked, curious. Same-tier gaps could be massive—not 59 vs. 60, but 0 vs. 10,000.
"With dragon recessive genes, our Chinese clan can transform, boosting power to Tier 1 high on average. True dragons are Tier 2 low, elites hitting mid to high, like the Dragon Group elders at mid," Cohen explained.
"By your scale, I'm probably Tier 2 mid to high," I said, grinning. "Likely," Cohen nodded objectively. "Dean, here's His Majesty's report," a nurse said, handing him my chart. "My God, are you human?" Cohen shouted dramatically. "I underestimated you!"
I glanced at it—holy crap. Per the data, I could tank an atomic bomb and dust off my clothes. "Your body's unreal. No wonder it soaked up so much energy," Cohen said, poking me. "Hey, Cohen, watch it. We're both taken," I joked, swatting his hand.
"Pfft, as if I'd want you. Just curious. Guess how many high-energy crystals you absorbed?" he asked, eyeing me like I'd bankrupted the empire.
"How many?" "Twenty billion tons," he said, each word deliberate. "What?" Even I couldn't believe it. Twenty tons of high-energy crystals—that's insane energy. I stared at my body in disbelief.
"So, I'm Tier 3 low, right?" I asked. "Seems so. Your transformation's like Dragon Ball's Super Saiyan, but beyond ultra-super," Cohen teased.
"Let's test it." I grabbed him, heading out. "Majesty, the empress'll blame me!" he whined. "No biggie." "Easy for you, not me!" he protested, but I dragged him to the palace training ground. Dragon Guards (transformable Chinese warriors) saluted. I waved them back—transformation energy surges are intense.
With a "Hah!" my energy skyrocketed, bypassing Dragonman (armored, horned form) and True Dragon stages. Damn, I really look like Cohen's ultra-super Saiyan. Others get golden hair; mine's white, waist-long. Muscles bulged, brimming with explosive power. To Cohen and the guards, my nose sharpened, exuding a mix of menace and dominance. Energy ricocheted in the shielded arena, forcing everyone to transform to stand firm. I hovered, the energy's recoil lifting me, though I could float easily with my magic-martial fusion. But in under two-and-a-half minutes, I morphed into a giant dragon, then reverted. "What happened? Why'd I drop to Tier 2?" I asked Cohen.
He pondered. "You're new to this energy and don't know how to wield it—like owning a treasure mountain but not knowing how to mine it. Train, and you'll stabilize at Tier 3."
"Guess I'll hit the Beast Forest to train once I'm stronger. Can't afford to falter against enemies. Oh, you never said why you pumped me with crystals," I said.
"We discussed cell energization. Your body strengthened, but muscles shrank—an impossible contradiction. Since we were researching this, I figured one energy type was fueling the other. Obsessed with cell energization, I had dragon elders channel crystal energy into you as a test. It worked—six months to stop muscle decay, three more to restore energy."
"But I absorbed so much energy—why's only half usable?" I asked. "You genius, you. Your cells aren't fully energized. Unenergized cells block full potential. Only at 100% are you a perfect conductor, using all your energy," he said. Duh, simple but overlooked.
Recalling my coma visions, I described them to Cohen for insight. In such weird circumstances, there had to be secrets. Cohen found it complex—dreams are impossible for a mental energy master like me, and I'd distinguish dream from reality, especially with such clarity.
"Another cell thing?" I teased, seeing him deep in thought. He jolted, staring, then exclaimed, "Majesty, you're a genius! You're close!" He was serious.
"C'mon, Cohen, I was joking." "No, it's grounded. Listen: humans, animals—all have heredity, right? If diseases and looks can be inherited, why not memories?" Yeah, why not? I nodded for him to go on.
"Combine your visions with myths, science, and unexplained phenomena. Earth scientists found prehistoric civilizations. Some researchers solve lifelong puzzles overnight. If memory inheritance holds, it's plausible. Conversely, if it doesn't, we revered dragons as ancestors, thought fictional. But on Flying Dragon Star, dragons are real, and we transform into them—an undeniable fact. Your coma images are logical. Memory inheritance is valid."
Right. Without this, how do you explain Earth's anachronistic artifacts and phenomena? All aliens? "If we crack cell gene codes, imagine the secrets—prehistoric science, even a fraction, would be huge. Your visions suggest humanity had a great industrial civilization. Oh my God, I'm losing it!" Cohen lived up to his "mad scientist" rep.
"Slow down. Our lifespans are long now. Train your body—revolution needs health. Decoding genes isn't quick; cell energization alone takes massive energy, and it's not constant," I advised, grounding him. "Got it. A few millennia's doable. I'll crack it," Cohen vowed fiercely.