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Walking down the busy street of Chicago, I listen to the sounds of the packed rush hour. I look down the street, and I begin to think of places to infect.

'I would like to infect somewhere out of the GDA's view, but with satellites, that is pretty much impossible.

I could go the Thing route. Buy an alien ship, have it crash somewhere in a forest, then the GDA will continue their Men in black act and keep it covered up.

Oh! I could also Shin Godzilla Japan while I'm at it. That would be pretty cool.

Decisions, decisions.'

I take out my phone to look at the time, and it's 4 pm. I also got a message from Eve. It just says, 'school was pretty boring.' I message her back saying, 'Sounds about right.'

Speaking of Eve, she's fighting Harpy right now. I see a mass of multiple bird species forming what seems to be a 'birdnado,' which is promptly boxed in by a pink glowing light.

Only for that light to break as Harpy herself cuts it with her claws.

Atom Eve quickly creates chains of light and wraps them around each of Harpy's limbs, constricting Harpy's movement.

At speeds the birds shouldn't be capable of, they dive bomb Eve, cutting her and the suit she wore. 

Creating a shield of light above her, the birds are stopped for a moment before they change positions.

Noticing her struggle, I decided to help out. Walking closer, the cars filling the streets become quiet, most likely having evacuated.

As I get close, I watch the battle up above. Hurriedly growing bone-plated armor over my skin, and to cover my face, I left a left arm.

It expands to twice its size and begins to sink in, coiling and condensing. Aiming at the artificial bird person, my arm shoots off, connected by strong string-like tendons.

In an instant, my left hand grabs the back of Harpy's head, momentarily stunning her. Reeling her in, another large arm sprouts and expands on my left shoulder. As she comes crashing in, my newest arm punches downward and sends Harpy into the pavement, leaving her imprint and several cracks on the ground.

Eve slowly floats down and lands next to me. "Thanks for the Assist, Reform."

Looking over to her pink skin-suit-clad body, I nod. "It's nothing. I'm sure you were fine without me. I just wanted to expedite the process."

She nods back, creating a real set of pink chains around the Harpy's wrists and legs.

Looking at the bird person, I tilt my head. "So, she can control birds?"

The heroine sighs, "Seems like it."

In the background, the civilians begin to return to their cars. Eve managed to protect both the people and the cars while fighting. Honestly, quite impressive crowd control.

"Oh, yeah. It looks like I'm going to school again."

Eve tilts her head, and then what I said sinks in, and her face brightens up. "Great!"

"Yup, I'm going to somewhere called Reginald Vel Johnson High School. They said that I would be able to keep my secrecy there."

Her mouth agapes slightly. "No way! We'll be going to school together!"

"Even better," I say, holding up my hand to high-five her. She instead goes for the hug, surprising me.

Welcoming her presence, I hug her back. Seeing the flash of cameras, we both turn to the crowd of people cheering us on. We both look at each other, and Eve looks away, slightly embarrassed.

I, on the other hand, decide to double down, placing my arm around her waist once again. I use my other hand to wave at the crowd.

"Smile and wave, right?" Eve looks back at me, her blush slowly fading, and nods, waving at the crowd.

After a few minutes, the police show up, as well as a GDA containment van.

The GDA officers pick up the Harpy and throw her into the van, while the police question us to get our side of the story.

After a few minutes of questioning, the cops begin to move out, but I stop them. "Officer, if you don't mind me asking, the Harpy won't be going to a normal prison, correct?"

He nods. "Yes, villain class criminals are sent to what we call power prisons. Incarceration facilities that have been built primarily for super-powered individuals, in the case of higher threats, they may be transferred to a GDA facility."

Scratching the back of my head, I nod back. "That's good to hear. Good to know too, I'm still new to this whole thing."

He waves his hand slightly. "Ah, don't worry about it, son. We warn local groups, such as yours, if we hear of any escapes. Police departments around the country owe a great deal to hero groups. Be seeing you around, Reform, Atom Eve."

And with that, he tips his police hat and walks to a police cruiser.

Eve speaks up behind me, "Yeah, when I started, I didn't realize how institutionalized hero work was. If you work on your own for a bit, a GDA Agent will come around and scope you out before giving your relevant information to the cops."

"Hmm. Impressive." Looking around, I see that traffic has cleared up, along with the police and GDA. "Wanna go for a walk?"

Looking at her phone, "Sure, I don't have anything else planned."

Going into an alley, making sure we weren't followed, we moved out of our hero suits. She glows pink, and I retract the bone that grew around me.

Looking at the honestly visceral suit change, she looks at me a bit concerned. "Reform, does that hurt?"

I shake my head. "Nah, I tuned down my pain receptors a while back. Also, call me Kaleb."

"Kaleb, huh… I'm Samantha, Samantha Wilkins."

"Wait, where does Eve come from?"

She chuckles slightly. "It's my middle name."

Gaining a slightly amused face, I extend my arm. "Shall we go then, Samantha?"

Her face glows slightly before she slowly grabs my arm, like it were made of glass. "Just Sam works." I could feel her heartbeat quicken as her bust squeezed against my arm.

'Sam? I thought she usually went by Eve? Maybe she does later?'

The two of us walk down a busy street, with people still getting out of work, and we end up sticking close to each other.

As we continue down the street in silence, Sam begins to calm down, getting used to my touch. It was a somewhat awkward silence, mainly from Samantha, but I found it quite amusing.

I've been surprised by her almost out-of-character shyness. She must have gained a real confidence boost with Rex.

"So, Sam.. You're not coming down with a cold, are you? Because your face becomes red a lot around me," I tell her in a teasing manner.

"What?! No!" She uses her free hand to wave off that notion. "I've.. just never…" She mumbles the last bit of her sentence.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I say, leaning in, my smirk apparent.

"Ughhh. I've never hung out with a boy like this before. I went to an all-girls middle school, alright!" Her face became red again, obviously not having meant to yell that last part.

Sam notices the people around us, giving side glances, and shrinks slightly into my arm.

Looking down at her in my arms, I can't help but feel satisfied.

'Watching her squirm is cute.'

Noticing what she was doing, she looked up at me before letting go of my arm, embarrassed. Doing so pushed her away from me and almost into someone else, but I grabbed her by the waist and gently pulled her into my chest.

Feeling the people around us move, I pull us aside into the closest building. A clothing store.

Noticing our arrival, a female store clerk walks up to us. "Welcome, dear customers. Are you looking for anything in particular?"

With us entering suddenly, Sam freezes when she notices someone talking to us.

I look at the clerk and smile. "We're just browsing. Do you have any recommendations?"

The clerk smiles as well. "Ah, yes, we have a variety of new stock. Including the newest fashion, and brands like Supernova, Goose, and Overgloss. Though if you would like to treat your girlfriend to something extra special, we also have a wide selection in our undergarments section."

A bright red blush goes over Samantha's face, and her mouth opens slightly.

My smile widens. "Good to know, we will have to take a look." The young woman in my arms blushes, going nuclear, quickly deepening from red to crimson.

The clerkess nods and walks away.

Samantha lets go of my arm. "What the hell, man!" She quietly yells, trying not to be noticed.

I just chuckle in response. "What can I say, you're adorable when you squirm."

She kicks me in the shin, blush still apparent and deepening my laugh.

"Let's just get out of here." She goes to leave, but I lightly grab her hand.

"Let's not waste this opportunity, shall we? How about this, it will be my treat." She stops before sighing.

"Fine." She said begrudgingly.

Walking around, we examine some clothing. Stopping at the men's section, I ask for some advice on shirts and matching them with pants.

Then we move on to the much larger women's section, and gloss over the summer and autumn section, with the summer clothing being in an early clearance section.

I go up to Sam and grab her shoulder. "I propose a challenge, are you interested?"

She looks up to me with a questioning glance. "What kind of challenge?"

A devious smirk goes over my face, and she responds, "I think I'm seeing a pattern."

Slightly chuckling, I answer her. "We both collect 3 outfits, whoever looks better wins."

"And why would I do that?"

With a smile, I answer, "I'll buy your outfit if you win. "

She looks at me for a second before answering. "Alright, you did say it would be your treat." Walking off to grab the outfits, I go over to grab mine.

After twenty or so minutes, we meet at one of the changing rooms. She came back with a slight redness to her cheeks. Walking into it with our outfits of choice, we go into the changing area.

We decided that the challenge will go like this: I will change and be judged, then she will change and be judged. And we would repeat.

She handed me her first set of clothing, and I walked into the changing room.

After quickly changing, I walk out wearing a slim-fit suit. It was a sleek navy blue, with a light blue dress shirt on the inside. A warm brown leather belt and smart-looking dress shoes of the same color. Followed by an orange, blue striped tie and pocket square.

'A good combo. Might even get this set.'

Looking at Sam's face, I can't help but notice her stare. Not even hiding it. She is becoming bolder by the minute.

"I'll take the look on your face as a good sign. Though I'm sure you'll be tough to beat."

Looking away for a moment, she walks up to me, and I hand her the outfit. Sitting down in a suit again feels pretty nice. Maybe I should start wearing them again.

'I should probably find a way to buy this stuff too.'

Browsing around, I find a currency section.

'Man, this thing has everything.'

I pick out something called [Money Glitch Credit Card] for 25,000 credits.

[Money Glitch Credit Card]

[Description:

This credit card makes use of sophisticated artificial intelligence, with the only function being to produce untraceable money. The program targets forgotten accounts around the world, abuses, rounding errors of companies, and generates electronic currency of the user's choice, all while being undetectable.

When used, the card produces enough funds for the purchase in question. The purchase does not go to any one account; money is simply taken out for use.

This item can only be used with the appropriate equipment: this includes card scanners, online services, and like operations.

The card itself is a mat, metallic black, with the appropriate hardware of the 21st century.

Does work in the MRE shop.]

It enters my inventory as she walks out of the changing room.

A soft, oversized sweater hangs off one shoulder, its knit loose and inviting, the color of a muted earth tone that complements her skin like the stroke of a painter. Beneath were high-waisted jeans that hugged her frame with structure and ease; they were cuffed at the ankle.

We share a look for a moment, and I stand up and walk to her.

"Well, are you just going to stare?" she asked, unable to meet my gaze. Pulling up her chin with my hand, I smile.

"You look good, really good." Her face gains her familiar blush.

Jerking her head away, "You too…"

"Are you sure you're not sick, Sam? You've been turning red a lot lately."

"Oh, shut up, you know exactly what you're doing, Playboy." She picks up the next set of clothing and hands it to me.

A bit later, I leave the changing room, this time in a black turtle neck sweater and black dress pants combo, finished by a matching black belt and dress shoe pair. The sweater hugged my body enough to show muscles.

"So, which do you like better, Sam?"

She thinks for a minute with her hand to her chin. "Well, while I like the style of what you have on now, the suit did look better on you."

I nod with her analysis. "I agree with you there, though I am sure I look good in whatever you put me in."

"I think you might be right about that." Walking over to the pile of clothing, I hand her the next outfit. A special one made for swimming.

"Really? We just met yesterday, and you want me to show off a swimsuit for you?" She looked a bit surprised by my audacity.

I chuckle some. "Well, you don't have to wear it. I'll be a bit sad, but I won't force you." I said, scratching my cheek, with the smile of a man who got caught red-handed.

She looks at me for a bit. "UGH! Why can't I say no to you?" She said, grabbing the swimsuit and storming off into the changing room.

After begrudgingly changing, she opened the door slowly. Carefully stepping as if testing the water. Partially hiding behind the door wall, she only showed off half of her body. Meeting my gaze, she looks away, blushing, as she walks out fully.

Her two-piece bathing suit was simple, yet striking—a deep, oceanic blue that complemented her skin like the sea complements the sky.

The top was crafted to perfection, offering both grace and allure, with slender straps that helped frame her shoulders and collarbones as if they were hand-drawn.

The matching bottoms sat confidently on her hips, somewhat revealing, but deliberate, showing a strength and comfort in her skin. The whole set gave her the allure of a confident and sexy woman, while her posture made her seem more cute and innocent.

As if embarrassed by being seen in such a revealing outfit, she covered her breasts with her arm and her crotch with the other.

The way she placed her arms said everything—shyness, maybe—but the way the top stretched slightly at the seams said more. She moved hesitantly, the fabric taut across her chest, as if it too was stunned into silence.

Looking over, I nod in satisfaction. "Yup, you won this round."

"Are you happy?!" She said it out of embarrassment.

"Very."

My blunt response surprised her and made her blush spread to her ears.

Walking back into the changing room, she quickly puts on her old clothes and leaves the changing room. Dropping my clothing in my lap, she sits down on a chair with a huff.

Entering the changing room, I grin at the change of clothing she gave me. She gave me a dark blue Speedo.

'It seems we had the same idea.'

I change, and before I leave, I place Eve's next outfit in the changing room.

Before opening the door, I manipulate my body slightly. Emphasizing my muscles and figure, just enough to give me the perfect swimmer's body.

Walking out, I see her jaw drop. Flexing into a pose to show off muscles, I see that dumbfounded look on her face. Her eyes are glued to the Speedo she picked out.

Walking over to Sam, her back touches the wall. "I look good, right?"

She blinks, flustered. "That's… Yeah. You do. Really."

"Good to know," I say with a wink. Changing out of the swimwear, I hand Samantha her next set.

After a moment, the door cracks open. With a struggling appearance, she slowly walks out, crossing her arms as if trying to cover her chest. Stealing my breath, and my cheeks naturally red for the first time.

Samantha walked in with the ease and brightness of early summer sunlight, her yellow sundress fluttering as she walked out. The fabric is soft and delicate, a radiant shade of marigold, draping gracefully over her bountiful curves, pinched gently at the waist to highlight her figure. Thin shoulder straps revealed the gentle slope of her collarbones and the smooth elegance of her shoulders.

The dress itself flowed loosely, playful yet sophisticated, falling just above her knees and swirling lightly around her legs as she moved. Her skin glowed warmly against the cheerful color.

I stand, and my jaw drops. We stare at each other, drinking in one another's image. I close my mouth and slowly walk forward. She looks away, not able to meet my eyes.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn't come. Samantha still wouldn't meet my eyes, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her dress.

For a moment, the world felt suspended, like we were on the edge of something, but neither of us dared to step forward. Stuck in our worlds.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," I say softly, careful not to break the moment. "If anything… You have a lot to be confident about."

Stepping forward, inching closer to me, she looks towards me, still not able to meet my eyes.

My arms open slightly, like an offering.

Finally, she crosses the last inch and falls into my embrace like she had been holding her breath all night.

Slowly pulling her into a hug, I rub her back affectionately. "Tell me what has your mind in a knot, Samantha."

Accepting my warm embrace, she wraps her arms around me and melts into my arms.

We stood there for what felt like hours, getting used to the other's warmth. Samantha would slightly nestle her head into the crook of my neck, and I would rub circles around her back. Until she spoke again.

"I… I know this might be too fast. I barely know you, and yet… I feel like I already trust you. It scares me." Looking up into my eyes, filled with doubt and insecurity. "I want to take things slow… But, it's like I'm drawn to you… I just don't want you to think I am a slut…"

I just smile, not in a fake or salacious manner.

'Perhaps, I've been laying it on a bit too thick.' I thought to myself. I chuckle slightly. "Perish the thought, I would never see you less than who you are. In fact, I want to see more of you, I want to learn who the real Samantha Wilkins is."

She laughs slightly, "God, I'm such a girl." She said with a light sniffle.

Carefully resting my hand on her head, I squeeze lightly. "Nothing wrong with that, Sam."

Slowly placing my forehead on her, as if trying to give her my emotions. Closing our eyes, as we share a moment. Losing each other in our embrace.

"Are you sure you're not a playboy?" She said with a healthier laugh.

"For you maybe," I say, joining in the amusement.

As we hesitantly let go of each other, even just for a moment, we change into our normal clothes. I walk her to the counter and pay for our picks with my new card.

The clerkess, folding the outfits with a smile, asks, "Did you enjoy your time?"

I nod without hesitation. Sam does too, but slower; it was like she was still processing what happened.

We leave the store hand in hand, a quiet but noticeable electricity between our fingers.

As we walk, we swap stories, learning strange things about each other. How we both loved the way the woods smelled after the rain, or that she secretly was obsessed with The Thing.

To be honest, I didn't expect to connect with her like this. Not so quickly. Not so completely.

It felt like magic.

As the sun started to lower and brushed the world in gold, we strolled through the quiet maze of suburbia.

I watched her walk beside me, her stride relaxed and her laughter unguarded.

Most wouldn't notice the subtle change, but I did.

And it lit something in my chest.

Stopping in front of her home, neither of us said a word.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and searching, as if trying to memorize every line of my face before the moment passed.

I was lost in her brilliant green eyes, in the slight parting of her lips.

Slowly, she stepped closer. Her hand pressed gently against my chest.

Eyes fluttering closed.

And then she kissed me.

It was soft, hesitant, and sweet. Almost like a secret passed between us.

But I didn't want it to end here.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I drew her in. She responded instantly, her hands rising to cup my face as she leaned into the warmth between us.

The kiss deepened. No longer cautious, but hungry.

A current ran through me, sharp and electric. Goosebumps traced my arms.

Something clicked.

Something shifted.

And for that one moment, it felt like the entire world narrowed down to her lips on mine, and the truth in the way she held me.

Slowly parting, breathless, we kept each other's embrace. Not wanting to let go. Not wanting this moment to end.

But it did, not without promise of returning.

"Call me," Sam spoke with a newfound confidence, like everything made sense to her.

I nod, smiling.

Our hands lingered, still clasped, even as we stepped apart.

Fingers slipping free, one by one.

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After the long, yet impossibly short afternoon with Eve, I changed my focus once more to Apricot as Kaleb left for the base.

Standing on top of the Empire State Building during the night, I watch as the streets nearby are thrown into chaos as a small group of Hounds rob a bank. Not just any bank, either. A bank known to all as impenetrable. The Iron Wall Bank.

From an alley, I created a portal from Kamui, having five Hounds run out and charge into a bank.

The bank itself loomed over like a fortress of glossy marble, placed between towering office buildings in the heart of the bustling streets that New York is known for. The bank's appearance was a grand tribute to the neoclassical style.

Columns lined the entrance, thick and precisely carved, holding up the institutions named, etched in Romanesque writing. Iron doors, heavy and tall, gleamed with aged lion-head knockers.

The first Hound simply kicked open the doors, while the other four pushed beside him and ran towards the tellers.

Inside, the ceiling almost soared, adorned with gold leaf, intricate molding, and a vast mural of commerce, gods, and industry stretching overhead. Light poured in from towering arched windows, filtered through heavy stained glass.

The light caught on the polished stone floors, checkerboard marble in ivory and black. The sounds of footsteps echoed with every footstep, with cold, cathedral-like precision. At least, it did.

The pawed feet of each werewolf left foot prints pressed into the marble flooring, deformed by the pressure of each Hound's step. Making a harsh, creaking noise in each step, it echoed a terrible cracking sound with each movement forward.

With such speed and intensity, the noise alone was enough to bring the people inside to the ground in fear, believing the building was going to crash down.

Why was such a bank considered impenetrable?

New York City was known to be the Immortals' territory. A viltrumite level character.

Even if he is not to the same scale, I'm pretty sure he has Smart-Atoms or something.

From above, I watch the Immortal charge in and tackle the hound at the door. He must have been nearby.

The smile under my mask deepens as everything goes according to plan.

Grappling the Hound, he overpowers the wolf with a struggled but practiced ease.

He stands tall and imposing as he chokes the werewolf, with a powerful frame accented by a sleek, form-fitting costume of deep blue and yellow, detailed with white lines.

His dark hair is cropped, complemented by a neatly groomed beard, framing a face defined by rugged strength and aged with time. His face is serious, disciplined, and focused, showing his age and projecting his presence as a seasoned hero.

Feeling the wolfman fall unconscious, he throws him out of the building. Leaving himself open as the claws of two Hounds stab into his skin, drawing blood.

Taking advantage of his stationary position, the other two wolves come from up behind.

Not caring for the harm done to his body, he swipes down with both hands in a chopping motion, breaking the arms of the two wolves.

Both retreat and tend to their wounds, as their brothers in arms swipe at the Immortal's Achilles heels. Grounding him for a moment, as the Hound he threw out of the bank comes rushing in and lands a heavy, soaring punch to the face.

Resulting in a small shockwave.

Resisting the blow to the head, the Immortal pushes back the Hound with his face. Grabbing him with both hands and slamming the wolf into the marble. Creating cracks.

A wolf lunges and clamps its teeth onto the Immortal's arm, only to be pulled off, resulting in the Hound tearing out a strip of skin with its sharpened teeth.

Out of the corner of his eye, the Immortal notices, his ripped flesh and blood that were on the wolf's person slowly sink into its skin.

In an instant, I change my focus and look to the Kamui Dimension. I analyze the Immortal's DNA, the method of his power, and I internalize it in my flesh.

Looking back on the fight, I let my Hounds begin to heal.

The Immortal hears the sound of snapping bones and flesh behind him as he turns his head. Only to be met with one of the arms he had broken, digging into his chest.

The petrified civilians in the bank watch in horror as one of the strongest men in the world has his chest pierced by a werewolf.

Not forgetting his duty, the Hound begins to flood the Immortal's chest with Flood Super Cells.

The Immortal feels something off, but with the claw in his chest, he has other things to worry about.

Grabbing the head of the werewolf, he crushed it like a ripened watermelon. Spilling gore from his fingers.

His wound heals, as the old flesh returns to his body, he unconsciously creates new blood and skin to cover what was lost. But his chest still aches. Something is wrong.

Turning his head to the remaining Hounds, he quickly grabs the two near him and throws them out of the building.

Only for his leg to be picked up, causing him to hit the floor. The wolf slammed into the floor, looked to be back to full strength, and threw him out of the building as well.

As the Immortal slams into the building across the street, three Hounds walk out of the bank, and the two that were outside rejoin them.

Looking at the scene before him in surprise, he goes to call for backup, only for the wolves to slowly teleport away in black and furry brown swirls.

Leaving the Immortal-shaped indent on the building, he flies off. Placing a finger to his ear, to the earpiece he wore.

"Cicel. We have a problem."

Unnoticed by anyone, I watched from above as he flew away. Giggling to myself.

{Just as planned, Apricot.}

'Indeed, it is. I even have a taste of what's to come.'

The world spins around me as I send myself to Kamui as well.

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Landing on a large rock, in a large meadow-like forest, I walk to a nearby cliff. Looking over the edge, I see my Wolfgang—countless werewolves of varying sizes and powers.

For the assault, I have decided to use twenty Hounds, five Mauler Wolves, and a new werewolf.

Originally, I had planned to give the Mauler Wolves wings, but I decided to retract them. I now wanted to provide only one wolf with the ability to fly.

And now, I had my genetic material. A definite boon of assimilating one of the Mauler Twins was his medical expertise. Using that, I had a better understanding of genetics as a whole, rather than a gut instinct.

The Immortals' DNA gave a plethora of wealth, and when He finishes talking with Cicel, I will assimilate him too.

While my goal is to get the Viltrumite DNA, the Immortal's is good enough at the moment.

One of the Mauler Wolves walks forward as his body begins to change. Going to one knee, as his skeletal structure begins to morph.

Growing a few feet in height always hurts. 

The wolf's muscles bulged even farther, and his fur turned a darker brown. Letting the Smart Atoms flood his body, as his DNA changes to be able to manipulate them.

The stress of the transformation is enough to make the newly designated Smart Atoms activate, keeping his muscles working under the intense stress of transforming.

I open up the menu to look at the new ability in my Status screen.

[Smart Atoms: Immortal]

[Description:

Smart Atoms are a special type of atom that can "remember" their structure and respond to the environment or the user's will. Through specialized DNA, the user can manipulate these atoms inside or near their body to greatly enhance physical abilities, maintain structural integrity under extreme stress, and even manipulate surrounding matter (protecting the user from re-entry friction).

For instance, atoms in a muscle can ensure that the molecules behave normally even under extreme forces.

These atoms are also capable of drawing energy from the background or vacuum energy, making them highly self-sustaining and adaptable.

This special variation of Smart Atoms specializes in efficient positioning with regenerative properties. Making the user all but Immortal, the weakness being the head and/or heart.

The user is rendered ageless and incapable of experiencing the natural process of aging.

The general strength of positioning and energy efficiency of these Smart Atoms is much weaker than that of the Viltrumites, but still a force to be reckoned with if given enough time.]

If I am correct, these Smart Atoms keep the muscles operating as if they were operating normally. Keeping their atomic structure despite highly intensive scenarios.

Meaning that they tear and repair normally as well.

From this, I can gather that when someone with Smart Atoms lifts something heavy, their DNA keeps their muscles working at normal capacity, even if the person in question is lifting several tons.

And because the muscles are still working as normal, they tear and repair normally as well. Effectively, removing the limit of muscle growth the body naturally has.

The same principle applies to flight as well; it is just manipulating the position of their entire body. As long as there is resistance, one could theoretically move at close to infinite speeds.

But, I'll need to get a few samples of DNA that can manipulate Smart Atoms in order to crack how they work.

For now, I'll let my newest member of the Wolfgang test them out.

Looking at the hulking werewolf below me, I smile. My newest creation was at least twelve feet tall. It howled loudly as it grew large, black angel wings. Wings that expanded easily twenty-four feet with each wing.

"I dub you, Fenrir. My Alpha unit."

From within my skin, Flara watches the scene before her play out. She couldn't figure out her creator, not one bit. If he wanted to take over the planet, why didn't he simply do as his species' name implied, and flood the surface?

Are there truly creatures that even her creator feared?

That thought didn't settle well within her.

{Creator… Apricot as we move forward, you manage to amass incredible amounts of power in short amounts of time. But what goal does it satisfy? Will it lead closer to Synthesis with Coral?}

Hearing her thoughts, I think for a moment.

"Flara, do you know what I am?"

{You are a massive, hivemind flood organism.}

"You're correct. And do you know what the Flood are?"

{I… I am not sure, creator…}

"The Flood may seem like a large grouping of malleable microorganisms, but we are parasitic in our youth, collecting intelligence and wisdom with each new host."

{Parasitic?}

"The more we consume, the more we add to our minds. Until a tipping point is reached, and I am born."

{…}

"I, the formation of untold minds, The Gravemind was born. Yet something different happened when I came to be."

{What?}

"The Flood is not just a galactic parasite; we are Precursor in nature. A race of god-like beings that understood the universe to such a degree that causality itself bent to thought alone with the use of something they dubbed Neural Physics."

{Neural Physics?}

"Due to my nature as a Gravemind, my consciousness is woven into the fabric of existence. There can only be one True Gravemind."

{…}

"Yet, I, the Gravemind, did not remember anything other than the past of a single human. Not the billions of years of battle and corruption, the anger or sadness. Only a single life to control what was meant to be overseen by a creature much greater than I."

{But then, how do you do?}

"To reach that level, to ascend to my proper position as the Gravemind, I must consume. I must learn."

{Consume?}

"I must learn all that I can, to consume the knowledge of others and to ascend, to find why I, The Gravemind, have lost my memories."

{Then the Coral? My brothers and sisters, do you wish only to consume us as well?}

Laughing slightly at her insinuation, I respond honestly. "While it does sound appealing, I am more interested in our Synthesis. The idea of your energy, becoming my flesh, and my flesh becoming your energy."

Shaking my head slightly, I look towards my horde of wolves. "But, for that to happen, I must reach a level where I can interpret your energy. Where I can glimpse Neural Physics."

{And to do that… You must… Consume…}

A heavy silence descends on us. Looking to the horizon, I see the sun set.

{I understand Creator… Gravemind… While I do not approve of the wholesale consumption of life, deep inside, I wish to bond with you. To feel your waves against mine. My flesh against yours. If this is the path to do so, I will follow.}

"I couldn't do it without you, Flara."

{Then promise me this, just as you use your clones, use Coral. Give purpose to those without it, give me purpose.}

A warm smile crosses my face, one that holds both gratitude for a friend, a partner, but also a monstrous tint, one that promised to corrupt and to consume.

"Of course, Flara."