All the heavens, starting as the ruler of the universe

Peter stood in the laboratory for a long time.

He stared at the six symbionts of different colors inside the magnetically confined container, which looked like six sleeping living things, slowly rising and falling.

"I need an answer," Li said calmly, standing beside him.

Peter didn't say anything; he had already made up his mind.

Although he wasn't the weakest in the chat group, he still hoped to become stronger.

It's not that he's dissatisfied; it's just that sometimes, late at night, as he swings across rooftops and stops at the edge of a water tower in an apartment building, he takes off his mask and watches the group messages scroll by, and he thinks: Is there anything more I could do?

More importantly, he trusted Lin Yan.

If the symbiote really gets out of control, with Mr. Lin Yan's strength, a single symbiote wouldn't even be considered a speck of dust.

This is his bottom line.

"Two conditions," Peter said.

Li's eyes lit up. "Go ahead."

"First, I need one symbiote; second, what if the rest get out of control—"

"I will destroy them myself." Peter's eyes were unwavering.

Lee looked at Peter, his dark eyes unwavering. "Deal."

"Dr. Walker, bring the blood-drawing equipment up."

Less than three minutes later, a short-haired, capable woman pushed a medical cart in.

The blood draw, tube insertion, and analysis were all completed in one smooth motion.

How long does gene matching analysis take?

Alison was operating the touchscreen, "Two hours."

Two hours later, the laboratory door slid open.

Allison stood in the doorway, holding a data tablet in her hand, her expression showing barely suppressed surprise.

"Compatibility result: Black symbiote, 97.3% compatibility with Mr. Parker."

Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't the dark purple symbiote that was most compatible with him.

"How well do you fit in?" Peter asked Lee.

"Eighty-three point six." Li pointed to the symbiote: "The dark purple one."

"Take it out." Peter's face was expressionless.

Li retrieved the dark purple symbiote from the incubator and embedded it into the robotic arm on the control panel. "Ready?"

Peter nodded and placed his right hand on the sensor area on the top of the container.

The suppression field is gradually released.

A dark purple substance gushed out from the valve, like a living tentacle, hesitated in the air for half a second, and then suddenly wrapped around his wrist.

It's not pain.

It is warm and soft, like some long-lost creature finally finding its way home.

It spread upwards along the forearm, each extension bringing a tingling tremor that surged into the spine through the nerve endings.

It was a sense of satisfaction emanating from the genetic level, as if his body had been waiting for something to fill a void, and now that void had been filled.

Then the reinforcement begins.

Muscle fibers are reorganized under the catalysis of the symbiont.

It's not a mutation, it's an optimization; strength, speed, reaction time—everything has been pushed to new limits.

The symbiote began to evolve, its dark purple color surging into a more restrained dark gold, expanding in size and rapidly covering its entire upper body.

Peter's vision was covered by a dark golden film, yet it was clearer than before.

He could see the dust particles floating in the air, hear Alison's suppressed breathing, and sense Lee's heartbeat quickening.

Then the noise exploded.

High-frequency sound waves poured out from the speaker, and the magnetic confinement field precisely enveloped every inch of the symbiote.

The peeling began, and the symbiote was forcibly torn off his skin.

It struggled violently in mid-air, its dark golden body twisting into various shapes, but under the combined pressure of triple magnetic constraints and sonic waves, it was squeezed back into the container in less than five seconds.

The valve was closed, and the laboratory fell silent.

Li braced his hands on the control panel, his shoulders rising and falling slightly.

He stared at the now quiet, dark golden symbiote in the container, his eyes filled with barely suppressed ecstasy.

"It's a success!" His voice was a half-tone higher than usual. "The feedback mechanism is working!"

Peter looked down at his right hand.

There were no marks left on his skin, but he could feel the difference.

The optimization of muscle fibers is still ongoing, but it has begun to slowly decline.

He rolled up his sleeves and put on his coat.

"Keep the black one here for now. Don't touch it."

Li nodded.

"I'll bring some people over in a few days."

"Bring people?" Li raised an eyebrow.

Peter didn't answer. Instead, he turned to look at him and said, "Would you like to give it a try?"

Li paused for a moment, then asked, "Now?"

Peter gestured with his chin toward the container. "We'll have to try it sooner or later."

Li looked at the dark golden substance inside the magnetic confinement container.

It curled up quietly at the bottom of the tube, its surface shimmering with a metallic sheen. Compared to ten minutes ago, its color was darker, and the rhythm of its pulsation was more steady.

Like a wild beast that has just eaten its fill, satiated and docile.

He remained silent for about five seconds.

Then I placed my hand on the sensor area.

The suppression field was released again.

The dark golden substance flowed out of the valve at a faster rate than before.

Without hesitation or testing, like a dog finally waiting for its owner to come home, it suddenly wrapped around Li's wrist and spread upwards along his forearm.

Li's breathing suddenly became rapid.

His feelings were completely different from Peter's.

Peter is a superhuman, with muscle density and nerve reaction speed several times that of an ordinary person. For him, the attachment of the symbiote is like putting on a tailor-made suit.

But Li's body had not undergone any enhancements—every inch of the symbiote was violently and drastically altering his cells.

Pain, then numbness.

Then came a sense of power that surged from the depths of my bones, a power I had never experienced before.

Dark gold covered his entire right arm, continuing upwards, climbing over his shoulder, and spreading to his chest.

Li looked down as his body was enveloped layer by layer by that living metal, his pupils dilating slightly.

His vision began to change—the world became clearer and the colors sharper than before.

He could hear Dr. Walker's heartbeat, the sound of coolant flowing in the cooling system, and Peter's steady breathing.

No, it's not just about hearing.

He could sense the location, distance, and direction of those sounds, like a three-dimensional map unfolding in his mind.

This is symbiosis, this is power.

"Can you still control yourself?" Peter's voice came from the other end of the line.

Li suddenly raised his head. His eyes had been stained a dark gold by the symbiote, and his pupils had shrunk to narrow vertical lines. He looked at Peter, breathing heavily, his right hand, covered by the symbiote, clenched and unclenched its five fingers, the sharp claws at the tips reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

"……able."

The voice came from his throat, at least one tone lower than usual, with a metallic resonance.

But he can control it.

The consciousness of the symbiote was surging in his mind, not in language or images, but in a pure, primal instinct—evolution!

Peter looked at him and nodded after a few seconds.

"That's good."

Li looked down at his right hand, which was covered in dark gold, and slowly closed his five fingers into a fist.

Power surged from every point of contact between the symbiote and the skeleton, as if a silent volcano had been buried within the body.

He succeeded.

He had been waiting for this moment since the first day he transmigrated to this world.

Then he pressed the peel button.

High-frequency sound waves exploded, tearing the symbiote off his body and squeezing it back into the container.

Li leaned against the control panel, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

His right hand returned to its original color, but his fingers were still trembling slightly—not because of weakness, but because his body had not yet fully recovered from that feeling of power.

He stared at the dark golden symbiote that had quieted down in the container, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.