Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

I left home in the early morning and arrived home at noon.

For Furen's first "cultivation," he felt there should be some sense of ritual.

Whether meditating, lying down, or sitting, Fren always felt something was missing.

Looking at the bright midday sun, Floren, wearing only trousers, slowly walked to the lakeside and found a shallow area of ​​water less than half a meter deep.

"Ah~~"

"Comfortable."

This is the special throne that Furen built. Under his buttocks is sand with water plants growing on it, and two very rounded stones are placed on both sides as armrests, allowing Furen to lie on his back at about 30 degrees.

When sunlight shines through the water onto Fren, you can see the reflection of the ripples.

The lake water just reached above Fren's shoulders, wetting his wisps of hair without getting it into his ears.

He rubbed his buttocks together, then took his hands off the handrail and stretched them out before throwing his underwear into the water and onto the shore.

I feel much more comfortable now.

With his eyes closed, feeling the warm sunlight on his head, Furen once again activated his flesh manipulation.

Unlike the mutation that occurred when he used tentacles, this time Furen had much more refined control over his body.

The process of physical growth is like riding a bicycle, and now Fren has turned the bicycle into a sports car. He only needs to fine-tune the steering wheel to prevent the sports car called "body" from going off track.

As for if you accidentally crash, it's not a big problem, there's always the option of self-healing to cover it up.

The body is submerged in water, and the various tissues within it gradually become active, beginning to divide and develop under its control.

The growth and meandering of muscle bundles is not simply a matter of increasing quantity; even their strength is beginning to change.

In the world of low-level and mid-level martial arts, such an effect would require a miraculous elixir.

"Too much of a good thing is bad."

Two hours later, Fren stopped the muscle-strengthening process. Of the accumulated fat, a small portion had been used up during the morning's "digestive enhancement" session, and now, by focusing on muscle strengthening, another small portion had been burned off.

Furen clenched his fist suddenly in the water. There was hardly any sound coming from the surface of the water, but a ripple suddenly appeared, with a undulation of about half a centimeter.

The guy with the bowl cut hair who was the first one I killed yesterday had the strength to crush the enamel-covered exoskeleton like a cookie with his bare hands; that was truly outrageous.

I haven't reached that level yet, but my strength has increased by about half. My eighteen-year-old body is barely comparable to a muscular man who trains regularly.

And this was only the result of two hours of intensive training.

The remaining excess fat, Fren planned to use for simple sensory enhancement and digestive system stimulation.

The speed of electrical signal transmission in the nervous system is sufficient for the current Freon, so the only improvements are to the transparency of the lens, the strength of the intraocular muscles, and the thinness and resilience of the eardrum to better receive vibrations.

The stomach wall and gallbladder remained unchanged; the main improvement was in the function of the small and large intestines. At this stage, Fren's body is not absorbing nutrients comprehensively enough, so there's no rush to strengthen the stomach wall and gallbladder.

Compared to the energy expenditure of muscle strengthening, these two types of strengthening are insignificant, but when Furen opened his eyes again, he had a completely different feeling.

The enhancement of senses is the most direct; mild myopia is not only restored, but the eyes can also see details as small as 1mm beyond five meters. Even the slightest rustling of leaves on a tree is heard.

Frenz remained silent for a long time, feeling a great sense of dissatisfaction.

This strengthening was incomplete; the senses of smell, touch, digestive organs such as the stomach wall and gallbladder were not strengthened, and there is still much room for improvement in the muscles.

To maintain balance, the state of all organs and tissues in the body must develop in a coordinated manner. Otherwise, one may see and hear things, but the body cannot react in time, or muscles may become so powerful that they crush one's bones.

Thinking about this, Furen felt that he still needed to strengthen his bones and other internal organs. The bones went without saying, but the lung capacity of the internal organs was directly related to his endurance.

Otherwise, they can only gradually work on their body's weaknesses, like ordinary flesh-and-blood ability users, in order to continue to improve the strength of their muscles, senses, and digestive abilities.

In short, the more you strengthen it, the more you feel like your body is a wooden bucket riddled with holes, leaking everywhere, and a sense of dissatisfaction naturally follows.

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Furen decided not to go out on Sunday. He would eat more to replenish his nutrients and then raise his three enhancement abilities to the limit without affecting his balance.

Regarding strengthening bones and internal organs, let's see if we can come up with other methods before encountering corresponding flesh-based abilities. Internal organs are hard to say, but bones shouldn't be a problem; Furen just needs to find a way to increase bone density.

The kind of surgery Wolverine underwent, which involved replacing all bone except the bone marrow, is best left for now. Furen feels that his healing factor isn't strong enough to handle such a serious injury.

While preparing food, Furen pondered how to refine his "Unorthodox Transformation Plan." He knew that university would offer different cultivation methods, but Furen didn't believe they would contradict his own plan.

We must grasp both aspects firmly.

For their youngest son, who lived alone on the estate, the Holmes couple would replenish his food every week and put it in the refrigerator and cellar to ensure that their reclusive son would not starve.

Fren ate what was left on the estate's stock: a whole ham, 4kg of foil-wrapped grilled beef, and perfectly cooked rice. There wasn't time to make any stew, so Fren began to feast.

Through his digestive system, Furen's body, like a sponge, continuously absorbs various substances, and his three enhancement abilities are steadily improving.

Opening the attribute panel, Furen saw the two attributes that had changed the most.

[Refined Level 2 (20/100)]

【Flesh Manipulation Lv3 (312/1000)】

Despite becoming so much stronger, my [Spirit] only increased by 13 experience points.

Furen pondered that perhaps level 2 with full experience was the limit that humans could normally reach.

What kind of strength does level 3 have?

And then there's [Qi] and [Spirit], both still pitifully at level 1 (0/10), with absolutely no way to gain experience points. Furen really wished his character panel had a one-click stat allocation function.

Ugh......

"jingle!"

Just then, the phone rang in Fren's bedroom.

There are many telephones in the manor, but no one else lives here at the moment; only the one in Fren's bedroom is connected to the line.

"Chief Scientist Francis, this is Demetrius Desmond. I apologize for calling so abruptly."

His voice had the crispness of a young man, but the tone was flat and monotone, like reciting lines dryly without any emotion.

Exactly the same as what Fren remembered.

"Demi, it's been so long since I heard your voice."

As he spoke, Fren quickly retrieved information about Demetrius from his memory. The Desmond surname was the pinnacle of the Ostania Kingdom.

His father, Donovan Desmond, was one of the highest-ranking nobles in the country.

If the emperor of this country stands at the highest point, then Donovan Desmond is like Li Si of Qin Shi Huang, Xiao He of Liu Bang, Fang Xuanling of Li Shimin, and Yao Guangxiao of Zhu Di.

However, Fren didn't seem to have much of a reaction. When he saw the Desmond name at school, he didn't shout like the other students. Firstly, he didn't want to dishonor his adoptive parents, and secondly, his older brother Mycroft was probably the Zhuge Liang of this country.