“There was no other way. Jin senpai refused to go with her, and as an alien, she has too much energy with nowhere to vent it. So she could only use me as a punching bag.”
Sorata shrugged and shot back without hesitation.
“I think Jin senpai should treat me to a meal to show some gratitude. After all, I’m the one taking the blame for you.”
“Eh? Your comebacks suddenly got sharp, Sorata. Did something happen that I don’t know about?” A glint flickered in Mitaka Jin’s eyes.
“Heh heh…”
At that moment, Sengoku Chihiro returned from outside with a cold laugh.
Judging by the timing alone, Sorata did not need to guess to know her mixer had failed again.
Having already adapted to Kanda Sorata’s instincts, he replied naturally, “You’re back pretty early, Chihiro sensei. Failed again, as expected?”
“Hmph. I was tricked. There was no doctor at all. That guy lied about his background, and I exposed him on the spot. The nerve.” Sengoku Chihiro spoke through gritted teeth.
“Uh… it goes both ways. Didn’t you also say you were twenty seven, Sensei?” Sorata remembered clearly how she always claimed to be forever twenty seven in front of them, and even said the same thing at mixers.
“Sigh. It would be great if all the happy people in the world just disappeared.” Sengoku Chihiro muttered devoutly.
“Chihiro, keep it up. kohai said that if you can’t find a husband, he’ll marry you.” At the top of the stairs, Misaki and Shiina came down after putting away the luggage.
Misaki in particular shouted it loudly.
“Hey, hey… senpai, don’t make things up. I never said that.” Sorata felt speechless.
Chihiro’s gaze swept past Sorata and the others before settling on Shiina.
“I didn’t expect you to actually come.”
“Mm.”
The girl standing behind Misaki made a soft sound.
Her face was expressionless as always, but there was a faint curiosity in her eyes as she watched the group bickering.
That evening was Sakurasou’s long standing welcome hot pot banquet.
After everyone introduced themselves to Shiina, the atmosphere quickly grew lively.
Only Sorata’s next door neighbor, Akasaka Ryunosuke, never came out of his room.
By the time everything was cleaned up, it was already past eleven at night.
Sorata returned to his room, shut the rickety door, took a shower, and collapsed onto his bed, too lazy to move another inch.
Meow…
The black kitten Nozomi leapt out from under the bed, sniffed around Sorata, yawned, then curled up near his pillow.
Next came the white kitten Hikari.
She ran straight onto Sorata’s stomach, her soft paws pressing here and there before she finally found a comfortable position to settle down.
The white cat’s eyes were bright and alert.
Lying on his stomach, she stared down at him as if questioning who the human woman he had brought back earlier was.
“You two sleep properly later. No disturbing me, got it?” Sorata did not care whether they understood.
After saying that, he closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink inward.
He was ready to begin condensing the bloodline mark.
So called bloodline power was essentially a force rooted in the deepest layers of genetic cells.
Animals, humans, dragons, even descendants of deities all shared similar structural foundations.
The difference was that divine beings and naturally powerful supernatural lives possessed bloodline genetic forms that existed between energy and matter.
If one magnified the deepest layers of their genetic cells millions of times, one would find chains of information composed of laws too subtle to see with the naked eye.
These law chains hidden within the body were unimaginably complex, like coded programs resonating with the laws of heaven and earth.
As they matured, such beings would naturally gain terrifying strength and unique abilities.
When Sorata first obtained an Innate Chaos level bloodline, he had researched it.
Bloodlines of that level all contained higher order Law rule rune structures in their deepest layers.
Under normal circumstances, even with knowledge of this law information, relying solely on weak mental strength to alter one’s own genetic structure and transform into a supernatural life would take at least a year to complete even the lowest level transformation.
As for condensing a Golden Superman bloodline mark, something comparable to a Law grade, and fusing it into the body, its complexity was akin to creating a microscopic world.
However, the awakening of his True Spirit meant Sorata could use a power far beyond immortals and gods to drive his mental strength, achieving a rule reversing creation like effect.
Recalling the structure of the Kryptonian bloodline’s law information, Sorata did not intend to condense the Golden Superman bloodline directly.
Instead, he planned to form only an ordinary Kryptonian bloodline mark.
If the two were compared in difficulty, one would be a max level ninety nine, while the other was barely level three.
“Absorb solar energy. Physical evolution. Speed. Flight. Strength. Steel body…”
Within his sea of consciousness, mental threads formed under the guidance of the True Spirit.
Slowly, from nothing, a three dimensional mark composed of three thousand six hundred law runes began to take shape.
At last, an entry level genetic chain bloodline mark cell containing three thousand six hundred law runes was completed.
Condensing an ordinary supernatural grade bloodline mark was simple for Sorata.
The limitations came from his current body and environment, which prevented him from using many methods.
“Next, embed it into the spinal cord and begin assimilating and altering this ordinary human body’s genetic bloodline.”
The human body was as vast and intricate as a universe.
Bone marrow carried genetic information and produced blood.
The heart was merely an important organ.
Therefore, the bloodline mark had to fuse into the marrow.
Under his control, the Superman bloodline mark moved smoothly toward the lumbar vertebrae.
This was the final and most crucial step.
The genetic cell mark, which carried immense law information, needed to shift from illusion to reality and integrate into the body’s genetic chain without rejection, assimilating and transforming him.
Buzz.
Invisible to anyone, a thin strand of white light shot from Sorata’s translucent soul and landed on the Superman bloodline mark within the spinal cord.
“Hiss… just mobilizing a trace of True Spirit light is this taxing?” Sorata suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night.
His face was pale.
Condensing the bloodline mark had already drained his mental strength.
Forcing out even a sliver of True Spirit light to reverse the rules placed a heavy burden on his fragile soul.
“But it’s fine. The first step is done. From here, I just follow the plan and wait for the first stage of Superman bloodline transformation to complete.”
With that thought, his exhausted soul and mind gave out, and he fell into a deep sleep.
When a ray of morning sunlight slipped through the window and the seven o’clock alarm rang, Sorata opened his tired eyes.
He had only slept normally and had not practiced any mental recovery techniques.
His mental strength had recovered by barely ten percent, leaving him lacking energy.
“Should I just skip school?” The thought surfaced lazily as he lay there.
As a former god fiend level powerhouse, attending school held no real meaning.
With the vast knowledge stored in his mind, he could live well in this world even without relying on supernatural power.
While he lingered in bed, reluctant to move, voices drifted in from outside.
Mitaka Jin’s voice.
The heavy thumping of Misaki running down the stairs.
Speak of the devil.
Bang!
The already fragile wooden door, left unlatched for the cats to come and go, crashed to the floor.
Misaki burst in energetically.
“kohai, get up! It’s the first day of school!”
Without waiting for any response, she spun around and rushed out like a gust of wind.
Her energy seemed endless.
If you’re going to come in, just come in.
Why break the door?
Does she think it fixes itself?