Very soon, the train arrived at Fortress Three. Li Zihao stood up from his seat, his height rightfully scaring Xiang Ning. He hadn’t noticed his height when seated, but was that really a sixteen or seventeen-year-old? He was even taller than Lei Zhongyuan. 

“Hehe, don’t look at me like that. My ancestors gave me this height, I didn’t have a choice. My genes were like this, I’m befuddled too.” Li Zihao scratched his head. He was already 2.21 meters tall at seventeen. Although human physiology had improved after the Great Disaster, few achieved two meters, let alone more. 

If this were before the Great Disaster, his parents would have considered...