Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
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Chapter 81: A Sea of Memories
“Ghk...!”
Lannor’s vision blurred without warning.
Instinctively, he swallowed a mouthful of liquid. A heartbeat later, the burning sensation in his throat made him cough violently, spraying it back out.
The colossal voidship, vast enough to rival a city, vanished.
He was back in the cramped inn of a medieval fantasy world.
Arya’s frightened, anxious face hovered before him. In her hands was the bottle of enhanced White Honey.
Lannor braced himself against the wooden floorboards. A drop of black blood fell from his nose and struck the floor with a hiss, like acid eating into metal.
The witcher’s eyes were unfocused.
“Emperor’s ... Children?”
The gulf between memory and reality was too vast.
The body he remembered and the body he possessed now felt like creatures from entirely different worlds.
For a few seconds, he could only murmur the final fragment that lingered from the vision.
“My lord? My lord!”
Arya shook his shoulder frantically.
“You have to drink it! Your face is still white as a sheet!”
The girl pushed the bottle toward his lips.
Lannor did not resist. He took the enhanced White Honey from her hand.
Yet once it rested in his palm, a strange thought surfaced.
With the level of toxicity still remaining in his body ... whether I drink this or not almost doesn’t seem to matter.
“Mentos. What’s going on with that feeling?”
He shook his head, uncorked the elixir, and drank anyway.
Whatever changes had occurred, it was safer not to gamble with witcher toxins.
Assessment:
Perception Analysis
Status: Confirmed
Details: Subject’s sensory judgment is accurate
Gene Seed Implantation
Physical Enhancement: Not yet significant
Internal Regulation: Active
Effects:
• Hormonal secretion efficiently coordinated
• Internal organ functions optimized
Toxicity Resistance
Increase: Approximately 50%
The result was astonishing.
If an ordinary human gained fifty percent greater toxin resistance, they might survive some of the weaker witcher elixirs.
But this increase had been applied on top of a witcher’s already abnormal resistance.
Lannor estimated he could now drink enhanced Thunderbolt and enhanced Blizzard simultaneously while remaining within a low-toxicity state.
In other words, until the effects expired, the poisons would barely harm him at all.
Which meant that, provided he carried enough elixirs, he could maintain a combat rhythm one and a half times faster indefinitely.
First strike.
First strike.
And I’d still get the first strike.
After three blows, even if you hid behind a shield and tried to weather it, I’d split the damned thing apart.
And this was only the immediate benefit of the Gene Seed implantation.
From those brief memories, Lannor had learned something else.
The final result of that line of human enhancement was called a Space Marine.
A warrior created through nineteen separate surgical transformations.
Each procedure implanted a new artificial organ with extraordinary capabilities.
The Gene Seed itself was merely the foundation.
Those additional organs were the true weapons.
“What a shame...”
Lannor pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed.
“Just implanting the Gene Seed nearly killed me trying to meet the requirements.”
The remaining procedures required artificial hearts, auxiliary lungs, synthetic glands, engineered membranes surrounding the brain...
Even the most advanced laboratories from his original world would have looked primitive beside technology like that.
And he was a university student stranded in a medieval fantasy world.
There was no point dreaming.
Having the Gene Seed at all was already a blessing.
Lannor was in the middle of convincing himself to be content when he waved to Arya, indicating that he was fine, and pushed himself up from the floor.
Then his gaze fell upon his left hand.
His movement froze.
... Hm?
“The proportional structure of the left index phalanx is slightly flawed. It compromises aesthetic balance and reduces precision during sword handling. If the second ligament of the ring finger is bypassed and the base of the phalanx lightly reshaped, overall efficiency would improve considerably. Swallow combined with a standard nutritional solution would facilitate ligament-tearing exercises. At the current rate, maximum extension could be achieved within seven days while maintaining combat readiness.”
The analysis surfaced in his mind naturally.
Second ligament?
Standard nutritional solution?
This wasn’t Mentos.
He knew the Intelligence Core too well to mistake its voice.
The thought had originated from himself.
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