Chapter 676: Extra 27

Life is like a game of chess; once a move is made, there's no going back.
Each move is a choice made at countless crossroads.
Which path leads to the throne, and which to the abyss? Mortals cannot foresee; they can only gamble with their lives.
But Su Hao is different.
His intuition, like a ruthless prophet, always manages to forcefully extract the optimal solution from this intricate game, issuing a frantic warning to his very soul!
Thanks to this inexplicable force, Fanghuan Group not only maintained its rock-solid size but also achieved a phenomenal, leapfrog growth that defied all logic.
Moreover, it built a vast charitable empire.
It saved countless impoverished people struggling on the brink of starvation;
It funded the treatment of numerous intractable diseases and medical challenges;
And now, with this incredible technology, it has sent humans to Mars, creating a completely new home for survival!
'Therefore, before my physical body decays and my time comes, I must rely on this power even more frantically, so that this human world, this Illusionary Empire, may enjoy lasting peace and stability…!'
Just as this overwhelming sense of mission surged into his heart—
'Ugh!'
Without warning, a sharp pain exploded within him.
It felt as if someone had wielded a cold, steel awl, shoving it deep into the back of his head!
Even the extremely shrewd Su Hao couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of agony.
His straight back stiffened abruptly, his fingers gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
'Chairman...?!?'
'What's wrong! Are you alright?!'
The executives, who had been chatting and laughing just a moment ago, were instantly horrified. The screeching sound of chairs scraping against the floor filled the air as they jumped to their feet, their faces filled with horror.
Su Hao took a deep breath, forcing a faint smile through the excruciating pain in his head, to reassure everyone.
"It's nothing. Don't panic, it's just a sudden migraine, an old problem."
"Chairman, this is no joke. We'll arrange for you to go to Fanghuan Hospital right now..."
"Really, it's nothing, don't make a fuss."
Su Hao raised his hand, interrupting them, and pointed to the back of his neck.
"Besides, as you all know, thanks to this implanted biochip, I'm undergoing 24/7 health monitoring.
If there were any organic lesions or serious problems, the medical team would have already broken down the door."
The executives exchanged glances before finally managing to sit down.
Despite his words, Su Hao's inner turmoil was far from calm.
This sudden, soul-crushing headache had been tormenting him on and off for months.
What troubled him most was the increasingly unbearable frequency of the attacks.
For this matter, he even canceled a national-level meeting a few days ago and secretly underwent a thorough full-body examination to determine the condition of every single cell.
But the results were ludicrous: all indicators were completely normal.
'What on earth is going on lately!'
A headache that even the world's most advanced medical equipment couldn't find the cause of.
Su Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, a shadow of gloom flashing deep in his pupils.
Could it be… because of that "ability" he was so proud of?
Just as humans age, telomeres shorten, and bodily functions irreversibly decline.
This seemingly divinely bestowed ability…
Is it also beginning to age?
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Su Yun knew better than anyone just how terrifying his father's ability, called "intuition," truly was.
While his father's ability and his own were of the same lineage, they were fundamentally different.
Su Yun also possessed a so-called "intuition," but it was merely a probability calculation under extraordinary mental power, triggered infrequently.
His father was different.
His father's intuition was an absolutely precise causal weapon.
As long as specific fragments of information were collected as input, that intuition would be immediately and forcibly activated;
and automatically deduce an absolutely correct conclusion, using this as the sole ironclad rule for making decisions!
This was, in Su Yun's eyes, his father's true "intuition"!
That wasn't some human sixth sense...
It was a "divine eye" that surpassed all contemporary supercomputers combined, capable of perfectly predicting timelines in the distant future!
At this moment, inside the extremely secretive underground research center of the Gaia base.
"Su Yun, you've made an unparalleled contribution by sending civilians to Mars without any side effects this time.
You know, before this, even NASA and Gaia, with their world's top think tank...
had racked their brains for years, spending billions of dollars, yet couldn't solve this century-old problem, and you cracked it as easily as doing elementary arithmetic!"
Zhou Yi walked to Su Yun's side, patted the young man on the shoulder, his tone containing both the familiarity of an elder and undisguised awe.
"Uncle Zhou, you flatter me."
Su Yun, dressed in an extremely plain white lab coat, remained expressionless.
"This is the result of the tireless efforts of all the R&D staff, working day and night.
I merely provided a little insignificant assistance at a few key points."