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[Teen Wolf : A Chimera Rising—Chapter 56]
🕑 Added 2025-10-13 22:22:09 +0000 UTC—[2 Days Before Deadline Day]—
Markus grinned, staring at a pure white liquid inside a big vial.
Inside was the pure extracted Potentia-Gene liquid that he had worked all night proliferating and extracting.
With it he now had enough to create a serum, a strong and concentrated one or he could create multiple but with weaker potential.
But Markus wouldn't take less if he had better.
So with that he activated the ability [Aura Decryption].
Immediately he felt his consciousness drawn towards the liquid.
And just as soon as he did, he saw it.
Pure code, something that felt similar to sigils when he had [Aura Source] activated.
But this code, the language used was older, archaic in a way that he was sure that he wasn't supposed to glean it in the first place.
He wondered though as he stared at the code that seemed so expansive in size whether this was what he would see when he finally used [Source Comprehension]
Or better yet, when he activated it would he be able to fully understand it, learn from it and maybe incorporate it into himself.
But that wasn't what he was here to do, as immediately after seeing the code that was the representation of the Potentia-Gene, he felt his mana rapidly decreasing, even the power of his aura seemed to be slowly wavering.
This was new, when his magic clone had delved into the code of memories inside the homeless people they kidnapped, he didn't feel this way.
And just as soon as that thought crossed his mind [Genius Compression] a trait that had been with him the longest, one that had always been active in the back of his mind helping him understand and comprehend the phenomenon of the world stirred.
Instead of the soft understanding and comprehension it always trickled into him, this time it came with the power of a tidal wave.
His eyes widened.
The code which had felt archaic, a blend of runic and sigil languages that he didn't truly understand besides the instinctive pull his clone had been working on slowly started unravelling.
In doing so he suddenly felt his mind slowly throb, his mind absorbing the raw information.
It must have been a minute or so of this mind throbbing experience that he suddenly found himself understanding the lines of code, each line a directive and command for that one sole gene, from how it should act to what stimuli it should react upon—stimuli such as his gene splicing and editing.
He wanted to delve deep into the code of this gene, to find the correct stimuli that would give him the react that he wanted.
But that thought was quickly by his rapidly dropping mana and aura– which was energy he didn't even think could be depleted.
So acting on both instinct and knowledge he gained, maneuvered through the sea of code—searching for that one section of code that he could edit to ensure his goals.
And just moments before his mana could drop down to 30, he found it.
He quickly read through it, understood it and hoped that he could atleast get some insight on the untouched code before he edited it.
Then with a swift mental prompt, the code shuddered, lines of runes and sigils shifting and changing to his specifications.
Immediately as he did that, his mana dropped by 20%, leaving him with a measly 10%.
So immediately he pulled out, finding his consciousness back into his body reeling back with a gasp.
Immediately his clones were upon him, having been around him to ensure his safety.
He found that he had been stumbling, almost about to trip and hit the floor before being centred by a clone.
And as his consciousness settled he felt the rapid mana depletion hit him, he felt sick in a way that he didn't remember ever feeling.
He groaned, feeling his consciousness seemingly wavering between consciousness and unconsciousness.
“ Quickly! Check the Extracted Potentia-Gene and record any data change!” He gave his command, a clone grabbing the vial of white liquid and extracting a single drop before putting it under one of their analysis machines while another drop was studied under a microscope.
He was ushered into a chair, of which he immediately fell asleep on as his consciousness seemingly decided it had enough.
But while his eyes darkened, he couldn't help but grin at his accomplishments.
Said accomplishments only to be drowned as pop-up screens blared in his face from his System.
‘ later...’ was his last thoughts before completely blacking out, only the sounds of his clones rushing to him again, checking on his health.
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He didn't know how long he had slept but the him still feeling like shit prompted him that it couldn't have been that long.
He was now in his room, again.
‘ Damn, I should really stop fucking passing out so much..’ He thought, sitting up while shaking his head to rid himself of the grogginess he felt.
Grunting himself to his feet he slowly made his way to the door, his steps furthering up to his labs.
He had no time to lose or waste recovering, and the blinking ‘!’ that was his System.
For now he needed to know whether he was able to stabilize the Potential-Gene as a sole gene structure, not needing to be connected to foreign genes to survive or be usable.
So finally reaching his lab, he stilled himself as he opened the doors and stared inside.
Immediately seeing the scene infront of him he paused, blinking a couple times.
He had thought that they would be bustling around, carrying out research on the Potentia-Gene or something.
Instead, here they were— sipping coffee and eating scones.
And before he could ask as to what the fuck they were doing, a clone closest to him threw a tablet at him with a simple word. “ We did it.”
Hearing that he looked at the tablet, shown on the screen was data pertaining to the gene.
And looking at the resulting data and that that of yesterday he grinned.
“ Begin creation of the True Chimera Serum, now.” He ordered, his eyes still on the tablet.
He had done it.
The gene was stable.
His roast to his Magnum Opus in the form of a blank gene, one which was fully malleable to any stimuli it was presented upon—able to adapt, assimilate and evolve to suit whatever needs it is subjected to.
“ Finally...”
