Prime Evolver System - Chapter 87

The outline of a young man slowly formed from the rough edges of the viscous dark primordial fluid. At first, it was nothing more than a tangible formation of what usually would be seen as a shadow creeping up at the side of the wall.

Yet, this one was different. It wasn’t just meager lines forming a contour, the outline of a person, but instead, it was a young man, a boy that had just gone through something that should have been impossible.

Slowly, as the substance began to solidify, a halo, something similar to the venous system lit up inside. It was the spiritual halo, the new vessel, full with the hundred and twenty pressure points, together with the eight meridians that served as the core of the energy to flow through freely inside his newly created body.

Golden, faint dots of lights could be seen traversing the thin canals, as they carried pockets of energy to all recesses of the emerging boy’s new physique.

Honestly, Lucien was thinking as if he was just born anew. His body, his muscles felt fresh. His skin was fair, tender, soft to the touch, just like a newborn’s. Still, he had a wild and lush, medium-length matte black straight flock of hair, cascading down and reaching all the way to his neckline.

His eyes, just like he had chosen previously, were brown like the trunk of a mature shagbark hickory, instead of being the strange and eerie two black holes with the scarlet outline on the left, further adding to the eerie experience. Even without mentioning the dark as the night sea that replaced the normally white sclera in his right eye…

Truth be told, the honest reality of his eyes would serve as the perfect nightmarish fuel for any sane being. The ability to transform them into relative normalcy was an incredible blessing that Lucien deeply appreciated.

His physique retained the same shape and form as before the transformation, but shredding the last remaining ounces of fat, transforming it into further strands of muscle instead.

His lean-toned, perfectly shaped mesomorph body would have been a sight for the sore, maiden eyes. From the scrawny, malnourished little boy, then lab-experiment, he looked like a literal model, the top of the créme at that.

Taking his time to look over his currently barren, naked body, it took Lucien a while to come back to his senses and nervously reach down to cover his delicate part and shift his gaze nervously towards the windowsill before slowly resting it at the closed door frame.

A moment later, as he made sure that nobody was present, and that there were no nosy, curious eyes, or the lenses of a camera spying on him, did he calm down and looked around the wreckage that was supposed to be his room to look for some clothes to wear.

Sometime later, finding a set of satin night suits, he walked back to the dark corner of the room. Taking a spot next to the remains of what was supposed to be his bed just a while ago, he silently sighed, closing his eyes, he resumed his nightly session.

Despite the grand changes, there was still a lot to do during the night. He was still yet to finish all he was set out to do, and as the sun was already peeking up from below the horizon, Lucien had only a couple of hours left to assimilate the stored up energy and convert it to proper strands of essence to further enhance the parameters of his body.

He was already aware that due to the arduously long incubation time of evolving, he had no time left to do the very last step in the process and complete the last and most costly part of enhancing himself.

The Spiritual Root mutation would have allowed him to most likely finally overcome his current block, and break through the limits of his current self and reach a state that would finally allow him to step into a new and mysterious realm.

He had no idea how much time this mutation would require. According to the system, the first step, that he had just completed in the span of half a day, he rebuilt his feeble mortal shell, his body into something much better, and now, with this pending upgrade, he would focus on his very soul and infuse it with this unknown source of substance, Qi.

Qi, or as the System referred to it, ‘Spiritual Energy’ was still something Lucien had a hard time having a grasp on. From what he understood from back in the depths of the inner section of the forest back in Eden, and from the bits and pieces he pieced together from the System and Pravitas, his other ‘self’, Qi was the Vital Energy, the very ‘Essence of Life’ basically that naturally existed in everything.

It was life itself, no living being could exist without it coursing in their veins. Although it had many names, be it Mana by the western world, Qi in the east, or just simply Energy by those few ‘Evolved’ existences spread around, it was the same source for everyone.

Still, although everyone had it, it was merely a sliver, a minuscule amount. A single drop would be enough to sustain the average human and let him live his feeble, mortal life to the fullest.

They were bound to the laws of the mortal world, not allowing them to escape the constraints placed upon them by the higher realms. Unless you were amongst the select few, had the innate ability to sense it, or perhaps were amongst the unique few that the whims of fate decided to place above the rest and be one of the ‘Evolved’, one of the rare few mutants, you had no chance to escape these shackles.

Or at least that was the general consensus, the widespread belief. The tireless works of the Facility, the inhumane experiments, and the lifelong goal of Dr. Frida were actually the first steps to find a resolution to this issue.

Though so far there have been only minor achievements, like the monstrous elite guards, the only ray of hope for a breakthrough only came when Dr. Frida finally discovered the peculiarity, the enigmatic existence, Lucien.

Her experiments, her research may have been horrific, and caused nothing but torture, scarring the boy for life, she was working to advance humanity as a whole. She may be twisted and be a literal demoness in the eyes of the poor youngster… But to the pages of history, she may very well walk down as the heroine, the savior of mankind as a whole…

Lucien frowned and shivered as the crazed, cruel, vicious look of her tormentor reemerged in his mind. His eyelids trembled as he did his best to keep them closed and clear his mind of the nightmares…

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