"A creature with only one heart, it really is too fragile."
This was what Wayne heard from a bizarre creature, possibly an Elder or Priest, when he infiltrated the underwater lair of the strange race, listening to the insane assertions made by its kind nearby,
"If we want to survive here, we must rid ourselves of fatal weaknesses!
mbers of our race must have at least two or more hearts, stomachs that can extract nutrients from stone, kidneys that can break down poisonous substances, stronger vision and hearing organs, muscles containing more powerful strength, tougher bones and scales..."
"..."
Wayne stood in the shadows, making himself undetectable to any creatures, acting only as an unnoticed observer, watching the madness of a race he had never encountered before in his life.
Yes, madness, besides this kind of description, Wayne didn’t know what other adjectives he could use to describe their actions.
Because upon delving deeper, he found the various parasitic organisms used by these mbers weren’t any special species but were hatched together with them at birth.
This bizarre race and the various parasitic organisms they used were blood relatives, you could say they were truly brothers and sisters, thus during fusion, there were almost no obstacles or stagnation.
He had never seen such a race, transforming their own kind into biological tools. Although these monsters themselves lacked that awareness, they took this as a natural adaptive evolution.
However, it must be admitted that such thods, which annihilated ethics and morality and trampled on worldly views, indeed allowed this race to occupy a place in this resource-rich marsh.
The separate individuals of these creatures led very difficult lives, only becoming the lowest of the food chain. But once three to five of them fused into an Eight-Ard Fish Dragon, they gained the qualification to compete for resources and expand territory within the marsh.
But it was only qualification. In the ecological niche of this marsh, they remained at the middle level, still hunted by top predator beings. The label of food on them had not been removed.
rely a composite creature piled up in quantity couldn’t achieve qualitative change, so the Elder or Priest-like ruling class of this monster tribe ca up with even more insane ideas.
Biological transformation!
A creature naturally born with only one heart, even if pressed by environntal demands, will take many years in normal life evolution to grow a second heart, along with compatible internal organs, bones, muscles, and a complex system of blood circulation. Such a long ti was sothing they could not wait for.
Compared to natural evolution, it was obviously faster to insert a heart through surgery.
Of course, such a statent is too crude. The actual operation must be more ticulous because what’s inserted is not just a heart, but also specially cultivated organs that can establish a cycle with the existing organs.
This is why Wayne considered this group of creatures too crazed, because their theories were not only insane, lacking enough knowledge support; their techniques were crude to the point of being unbearable, yet they dared to put them directly into practice.
Even a Mage Apprentice would shake their head at the theoretical and technical level, along with the blood-soaked, slaughterhouse-like operation table devoid of any sophistication, yet these monster Elders dared to strap their kind onto the operating table for biological modification.
Barbaric, bloody, primitive, crude, as well as stupid, ignorant, and naive. Any derogatory term could apply to them.
Biological transformation, for a knowledgeable Transcendent like Wayne, was not sothing remarkable.
Many species currently existing in the Material Realm were not naturally evolved but were born from various magical experints.
Yet, the birth of these species involved quite a rigorous process, the most typical being the Chira, a creature pieced together that has now evolved into its own independent monster race.
But beneath this successful case lay countless failures, and many Mages who exhausted their hearts and minds couldn’t create a qualified Synthetic Beast.
A group of creatures lacking theoretical knowledge simply saw a different mutant kin at birth and wanted to transform those ordinary individuals into a similar form, hoping to concentrate all advantageous mutations onto them.
It’s simply an Arabian tale, delusional!
Wayne originally intended to curse that way, but in this weird Half-plane, under the unabated sacrifices and relentless modifications of these monster Elders, a monster indeed survived the surgery and lived.
Although it was a Four-Ard Giant without any aesthetic, entirely crafted to pursue greater power, ugly and bloated in size, even the blue-green fish scales covering its entire body couldn’t conceal the explosive muscles exuding a violent aura.
Standing upright, it didn’t even reach five ters tall, far inferior to those peers who ard and fused their siblings on themselves. Yet, it had not accepted any biological fusion, or rather it had shoved its siblings into its body, and there was no more fusion disintegration—it was a standalone biological entity.
This was an extrely absurd case, so absurd that even Wayne, who was no Spellcaster, felt a sense of breaking conventional worldviews and understanding, an absurd feeling.
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