Staring at the genetic sequence displayed by Nuwa No. 17—it was so ridiculously complex he couldn't make heads or tails of it—
Chu Bamboo: "..."
Great. Just great! This was hopeless!
How the hell was he supposed to do this?
He felt like he could still manage the first three options with some effort. But this last one...
Good heavens! He had to land on the Moon first, then figure out lunar agriculture, and on top of that, he had to know genetic engineering...
Just landing on the Moon was already a challenge beyond imagination.
And as for genetic engineering! That was something Chu Bamboo had heard of, but he'd always thought it belonged in science fiction novels or cyberpunk games...
'The Real World definitely doesn't have that kind of technology yet... probably?'
"Tell me about this Inca Blood Purifying Grass." Chu Bamboo forced himself to calm down. "No, wait, just tell me where to find it..."
