Prime Evolver System

The pain was overwhelming, Lucien felt as if he was thrown into the midst of a burning, raging inferno. The sensation was so animated that Lucien could clearly feel no, sense his skin being slowly melted away, leaving him like a peeled orange. 

He couldn't actually see, just as he closed his eyelids, and as the torturous experience flared up, he suddenly lost all of his visual, auditory, and vocational abilities. Heck, he couldn't even sit up, he was like a log that caught a flying spark, feeding it and turning it into this hell he felt being inside at the moment.

Still, something forced his consciousness to stay awake. Like back in the facility, he once again wasn't the one in control, but a mere passenger of his own body. He was thrown into the deepest, darkest pits of his own inner soul space.

However, unlike last time, now, he couldn't even spectate the events as they transpired. He only knew… no, he could only HOPE, that his body wasn't in any sort of danger, and all that was happening was merely the direct result of his body undergoing the selected mutations. 

Though he wasn't aware, he would be shocked if he could see himself from the outside…

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Just as he felt it, in reality, his skin has indeed been burned off from Lucien's fragile-looking lithe body. The thin, elastic, natural protective layer melted under the intense heat his body was radiating. The strange viscous liquid, however, for some inexplicable reason didn't leave him, but instead together with the dark, oily dark liquid that his now visible organs, veins, and bones have released, it gradually formed a dark, egg-like shell around the boy. 

The layer was thin, looking more like a weird plastic, futuristic-looking, oval body bag, than anything else. To keep it in place, black tendrils shot out from the surface, attaching to the solid walls, ceiling, and even to the floor below. Tendril after tendril shot out from the surface of the oval cocoon, rapidly creating something akin to a hive from the sci-fi horror classics.

The furniture has long since vanished, turned into particles, and sucked away by one of the countless tendrils latched onto the floor. The egg now fixed stably in the air, was pulsating, its core glowing with a bright neon blue light. 

Though Lucien was unaware of it and felt as if he was once again a prisoner in his own body, in reality, there was no body to speak of, he was reduced to a sort of formless, amorphous blob deep inside its hive-like cocoon, fixed up in the center of the room.

Time slowly passed, seconds turning to minutes, minutes to hours with the only activity being the gradual, rhythmic pulses releasing from the brightly glowing neon-blue core of the cocoon. 

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity to the boy trapped inside his own goo, oblivious to anything that transpired around him, the blob was slowly, gradually transforming.

From the previous formless appearance, a shape, vaguely resembling that of the silhouette of a human was created. A blueish, glowing venous system could be seen, forming a halo of the Meridian Vessel the boy have selected.

The reinforced circulatory system had 8 brightly glowing centers like separate cores glimmered with a profound light. 

Still, that was not enough. Over some more time, slowly, one by one, smaller seed-sized little dots, burning with a bright white light. In the span of several hours, the full package of one hundred and twenty pressure points appeared all over the new vessel's circulatory system, evolving, mutating the host's new body according to the selected mutations.

As the system was now put in place, the viscous fluid inside the cocoon began to heat up, soon turned into a violent bubbling jacuzzi under the intense heat it so swiftly reached.

The room, which was now dark as a damp, undiscovered cave deeply tucked away from the world's light, have lit up suddenly once more. The core placed at the hive's center flared up, radiating the weird, neon-blue luster that it had before. The hollow silhouette of a humanoid body could be seen shining through the thin membrane in a curled-up position at its depth.

The pulsing, active energy slowly increased its hue and warmth, gradually losing its color gradient, and over the span of a few minutes filled the room with its overwhelmingly brilliant, blinding light. Even the ebony black tendrils could not be seen, gobbled up by the greedy, hungry burning luster.

Still, despite its all-powerfulness, or maybe due to the carefully placed tendrils, none of the blinding creamy, white illumination managed to escape the constraints of Lucien's room, nobody was aware of the vast changes the young resident was going over.

Well, almost nobody. One faithful blond maiden was sitting in the same seiza position his old master had taught her once, were looking towards the closed-up enclave just opposite of her room with a mysterious, profound light flickering in her eyes. As if her glimmering irises could not be thwarted by the mere physical obstructions that were the walls and doors, her eyes were strangely fixated towards a particular point in space. 

Suddenly as if connected by the resident in the other room, she felt the weak, but clearly present thump of his heart. A thin smile began to curve at the edges of her thin lips, she revealed an enchanted, joyous expression. 

As if knowing that everything would be alright from now and that the crucial, critical part have passed, she returned her attention to her own body and resumed cultivating in silent focus.

Her body, once again, began to sing with a faint platinum shine, as she shifted her attention in practicing the technique her master had taught her. Her mind now settled, she could once again focus on herself. 

She knew, that in order to be useful to the Young Master now, and in the future, she needed to be powerful. Stronger than their opponents, she needed to be the stable pillar he was to her in the past. 

Now, this was her chance to return all the care, all the attention she got from him all that while ago. Building from all the past experiences from the other world, the timeline they came from, Sera was determined to not let the past tragedies repeat themselves. This time will be different, this time… They will not fail.

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Back in Lucien's room, the blinding radiance slowly began to recede. As it began to fade, the tendrils slowly began to follow along, and detached themselves from the walls, returning into the vastness of the cocoon, and vanishing from sight one after another. 

As the time hit the twelfth-hour mark, just as the system estimated, the egg's surface which was no longer fixated in the air and was laying on the velvety carpet laid out on the floor began to wobble. Ripples spreading along its surface, its shape changed, reforming the outline of the boy's body that was lying underneath.

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