Chapter 2 - Nobody Care About That MF (1/2)

”So close, so close to failing. My heart won't stop beating if I don't replace my oxygen distribution with 'energy assimilation'. Too close, this is crazy.” The blue-haired girl took a whole marathon to get herself out from the collapsing civilization. In spite of the fact that she was the one who created the ensuing shenanigans, the jog lasted for a while, she trekked 4 kilometers from Tidal Citadel into a swamp biome where unthreatening beasts reside.

Stage fright struck; her contagious nervousness was commendable for the risk she increased back then on her first ever act despite harboring a massive inability to play a character. It took a while for her to temper her own DNA schematics to fit the right variable for the right job.

But it wasn't as easy as it was now.

This all started when 'she' was a 'he', when 'he' still didn't know how to manipulate his genes as a result of Project Valhalla's failure. Yes, she was formerly a 'he'. Her old self was a weak, feeble, disgusting, and an utter defect of a species from numerous demi-human races that travels around the post-apocalyptic world.

3000 years ago.

MFX90 was her former codename. The ninth original artificial bioengineered individual who bore the trait of an aardwolf, a shy and nocturnal monogamous hyaenidae. But something occurred within the altercation phase where he was given the worst genetic modification possible. Right after the results indicator brought the research asset on his six month of gaining a sentient mind, they decided to throw him off the ark and was preserved within a cryo chamber.

Because of a defective mutation, his brain was able to stay conscious through the whole hibernation process. Resulted in his consciousness strings being utilized faster than the norm due to the insurmountable stress he had within the cryo tube.

What people known as soul was actually their core of consciousness all along, this hidden and complex non-dimensional core had an anchor and tentacles that permeate a living being.

There are around more than hundreds fundamental part of a soul or consciousness, but science were able to utilize one amazing section of them called the 'consciousness strings'.

This consciousness string is metaphysical matter connected to a sentient life where they can use it to alter reality at an atomic level, although only with years of training they could do that. At most, one could do a small alchemical process at small size.

It was the very same method and tools for Usurpers to cultivate mana and strengthen themselves. Depositing the converted nuclear-like energy within a miniature realm within one's center, for most humanoid beings are near their belly button.

There is no such thing as superstition, the path of immortality that the elder paved wasn't really anything fantastical nor magical, it was all science.

But this scientific method to get stronger isn't available for MF09X because his pain of insanity with the cryo tube had trained his consciousness strings to be as dense and responsive to the point where he breaks the line of consciousness itself to his miniature realm.

Of course, this unsatisfactory pain did gave him a strong consciousness with the stress alone, but like an excessive training for muscle, it gave him a severe backlash. It restricted him from the path of great ascension and grandeur..

He then left the destroyed facility at the age of 1938, by that time, some of the surface had been recovered and the underground bunker was left in ruins. Still in the state of a baby with an insatiable thirst for capabilities and knowledge, he awakened in the frozen tundra at the most top location on the globe, freezing and hungry, he is lucky that the low temperature reduces the metabolism and energy usage of his whole body.

It took 9 years for his baby-walk to reach the cold ocean with leering Calamities left and right. Strange it was for the center pole of the earth to not accommodate any of those dastardly creatures, questions that he began to ask inside.

MFX90 didn't know what was a magic circuit nor mana at first, but he caught the secreted wavelength from the unknown formation by his dense consciousness strings, then decided to brute-modify his mitochondrias to create the same frequency all over his body. Although the cold made the biochemical reactions to be slower than it was supposed to, he stood still for 6 hours while naked until he replicated the same wavelength to repel the pesky Calamity.

Now what? He dived into the ocean and sank like a rock as his body got immobilized by the frozen water. He couldn't breathe, a half-calamity fish then approached him as both stared eye to eye. He fought the cold as much as he could to chomp the fish fierce enough to take a peek at the swimming creature's DNA by the touch.

He started to replicate the schematic of the fish unorthodoxly, his mind strings then tried to change the DNA's RNA, forcing the protein factory to brutally modify the lungs into feathery organs full of inaccessible blood vessels akin to the fish's gills to directly extract oxygen from the water he inhaled. After he was convinced he was done, he turned his whole body online from the temporary dead-state and filled the new vessels with blood. Funnily enough, he can now be categorized as a fish!

This process took 8 hours. It's painful but the pain had become his breakfast at this point.

By also coating his whole body cell with antifreeze protein, he felt like the ocean is a true home to him.

Slowly and surely, he learned how to swim faster than a sonic-jet underwater monster. His whole appearance now became that of Aquaman!

Two years later, he finally found land after a long voyage. He survived because he was smart enough to know what food is and what saw him as food. By reverting back to his original state, he appeared to be bigger and taller than the average human size due to the difference in gravitation.

But the sea feels like his home already, why did he leaves? Firstly, he was curious, he wanted to know more. If he was created to walk on land, then he must walk on the land.

After more years of adapting on the none-aquatic surface, he met smaller people with antlers and decided to copy their appearance and shrink himself. Despite not directly confronting them, he tinkered his body to be able to see the mouth movement unnoticed and heard more voices from afar. His brain wasn't accustomed to it but now his brain capacity has adapted to store and process more information!

Three months passed, and he learned the universal language, writing, basic poetry, and body gesture from the kind elk folks. As for food, he ate everything his stomach could digest.

He even went as far as making his own clothes and precious trinkets from nature!

Another year passed, and he ventured to the other land. He found that numerous gazes made him uneasy. Forced to join a shady caravan to another land, it turned out to be a group of malicious bandits, they beat him and even slithered his neck, then took all of his belongings. Naked in the Sahara desert at night, he remembered his old self back on the north pole.