He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

He raised his hand.

It was still the same hand of a three-year-old child, small and chubby, with neatly trimmed nails.

But my skin is different now.

Previously, it had the delicate whiteness of a baby's skin, so thin that you could see the blood vessels underneath.

It's still white, but it's different now—like porcelain, it has a layer of glaze.

The light doesn't reflect directly onto the skin; instead, it seeps in a little before shining through, leaving a warm and moist feeling.

He clenched his fist.

The power increases.

It's not that it's gotten a little stronger, but that it's gotten a lot stronger.

He didn't yet know exactly how much stronger he had become.

But he could sense that, in terms of explosive power alone, it could unleash at least a hundred times its own level.

More importantly—he stared at his own soft, white hands, every thought and movement on his mind.

Layers of scales grew from the palm of my hand.

Not just one piece, but one whole area.

Scales emerged from the palm of the hand, black and fine, each only the size of a grain of rice, with edges as sharp as blades, arranged neatly like a finely crafted chainmail.

He turned his hand over.

The same scales emerged from beneath the skin, spreading from the fingertips to the wrist, from the wrist to the forearm, and from the forearm to the shoulder—

He saw himself in the mirror.

A three-year-old child, half of whose face still retains a human appearance, and the other half of whose face is covered by black scales.

The left eye is the human eye, while the right eye becomes a vertical pupil.

The transformation is complete.

[Genes already fused: 100]

[Ability Unlocked]

[Snake scales: The skin can generate keratinous scales, increasing defense by 800%, and is resistant to high temperatures, corrosion, and insulation.]

[Frog Legs: Reconstruction of leg muscle fibers allows for jump heights up to 20 times body length and increases explosive speed by 500%.]

[Eagle Eye: Its visual focus can be adjusted from 0.1 meters to 3000 meters, and it can perceive the ultraviolet spectrum.]

[Bat ears: Their hearing frequency range extends to 2Hz-120kHz, enabling them to receive ultrasonic echoes for localization.]

[Ant Power: Increases muscle fiber density, with a maximum strength of 300 times body weight.]

Spider silk: Glands in the webbed arms secrete highly resilient protein fibers, with a tensile strength five times that of steel wire of the same diameter.

[Jellyfish regeneration: Initiates rapid repair after tissue damage, with a single regeneration limit of 15% of the total volume.]

Chameleon camouflage: Controllable color change of epidermal pigment cells and adjustable infrared reflectivity achieve dual concealment through both visual and thermal imaging.

[...(The remaining 91 abilities have been integrated into the passive state)]

Looking at the half-human, half-beast face in the mirror, Yun Yi felt no fear, but rather wanted to laugh.

He had a thought, and the scales on his face shed, revealing the fair skin underneath.

The pupils changed from gold back to black.

How a three-year-old should behave.

This ability is even stronger than expected.

He glanced at the life genes needed for the next transformation—

[Transformation Requirements: A minimum of 100 units of life genes must be collected to initiate a second transformation.]

Seeing that the minimum was still 100 units, Yun Yi was somewhat surprised.

But then I thought about it again and saw the word "lowest," and I understood.

It seems that 100 is the basic threshold for every transformation.

But if you want to transform next time, you can't just use 100 as a perfunctory measure.

At least—we need to collect more.

The knocking interrupted Yun Yi's thoughts.

"Xiao Yi? Are you awake?"

Sister Liu's voice came through the door, gentle and soft, with a hint of caution.

For the past three years, she has maintained this tone, as if she were speaking to a fragile object.

"woke up."

Yun Yi responded softly, his voice carrying the childish tone of a three-year-old.

Sister Liu pushed open the door and came in, carrying a glass of warm milk.

"Madam said you didn't eat much this afternoon, so she asked me to heat up a glass of milk for you."

She placed the milk on the bedside table, bent down to look at him, and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just woke up."

Yunyi took the milk, held the cup with both hands, and drank it in small sips.

Sister Liu stood to the side, her gaze sweeping over his face. Finding nothing amiss, she turned to gather the dirty clothes that had been taken off the bed.

She paused for a moment when her hand touched the small shirt stained with grayish-brown leather.

"What is this?"

She picked up the shirt, looked at it against the light, and then smelled it.

"Xiao Yi, is something wrong with you?"

Yun Yi glanced at her from above the rim of the cup.

"I'm sweating, and I feel sticky."

Sister Liu frowned, folded the shirt neatly, and stuffed it into the bottom of the laundry basket.

"I'll wash it for you in a bit."

She didn't ask any more questions.

Having cared for the child for three years, she knew his temperament well—he didn't like to talk, didn't cry or make a fuss, was quiet, and occasionally did things that were hard to understand, but never caused trouble.

There's just one problem.

They like to touch small insects and animals, and then those things die.

The story spread among the wives' circle, and several wealthy women dared not bring their children to visit, fearing that their children's pets would be "accidentally" knocked away by this young master.

Sister Liu privately felt that this matter was quite strange, but she was hired and was paid to do the work, so she didn't ask questions she shouldn't ask.

"Sister Liu."

Yunyi put down the milk cup and wiped his mouth with his sleeve—this was a gesture he had deliberately practiced; it's normal for a three-year-old not to wipe their mouth after drinking.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's Mom?"

"Madam is resting upstairs; she hasn't been feeling well these past couple of days."

After packing her things, Sister Liu walked to the door and glanced back at him.

"Shall we go see the lady?"

Yun Yi shook his head, slid off the bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

The carpet was thick and fluffy, and your toes sank in halfway.

"I'll play by myself."

Sister Liu nodded, closed the door, and left.

Yunyi stood in the room, listening to her footsteps fade into the distance, then went downstairs, through the living room, and into the laundry room.

Then he heard the sound of the washing machine running.

He listened upstairs again.

It's very quiet.

The mother, Wen Ruotang, was breathing very lightly and evenly in the master bedroom on the second floor, separated by a ceiling and a whole corridor.

He silently calculated in his mind—she was seven months pregnant.

Since last autumn, Wen Ruotang's belly has grown bigger day by day. By this spring, she rarely went downstairs and spent all her time lying in bed. Her family doctor would come by every few days.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Yunyi stood by the window, looking at the roses in the garden.

The clump of flowers that stung Sister Liu that afternoon is now blooming quietly, its red, pink, and yellow hues edged with gold in the setting sun.

The wasps have disappeared.

……

Time flies.

For Yunyi, time has never been an issue.

But for Wen Ruotang, these past few months have been very slow.

Her belly grew bigger and bigger, and she became thinner and thinner.

It wasn't the kind of thinness caused by malnutrition; it was as if something had drained the life force from a person, leaving their skin so thin you could see the blue veins, their eye sockets deeply sunken, and their cheekbones protruding, like a weathered statue.

The family doctor, Shen Jianguo, came every day to take blood pressure, listen to the fetal heartbeat, and draw blood for tests. Then he would lock himself in the study and talk to Yun Tianheng on the phone, his voice very low. Yun Yi could hear him even from two floors away, but he was too lazy to listen.

The message they conveyed was always the same: the wife was unwell, but the child was fine.

As long as the child is alright.

Everyone in this family thinks this way.