Adam sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the apple he had eaten earlier.
"Okay… that was weird," he muttered. "I actually… saw the tree. Every cell, every leaf… even the DNA. What the hell?"
He flexed his fingers, watching his arm closely. The green tint had faded, but the memory of what happened lingered.
"I can… I can actually change myself," he whispered. "I can manipulate my own DNA? No way. This is insane."
He focused, ordering his body to produce more digestive enzymes.
"Let's see… if I can generate more energy, I'll be able to experiment more. I can slow my metabolism too… conserve energy for this… thing."
He got up and went to the kitchen. Vegetables, fruits, leaves—everything looked like fuel for his new experiments. He ate slowly, thinking about photosynthesis.
"If I can fuse plant DNA with my own, I could… use sunlight as energy. But I don't want to turn green. People would notice. I need it to look normal."
Adam imagined the pigments in his cells changing, blending photosynthesis ability with normal human tones. He could feel tiny oxygen bubbles forming in his bloodstream. It was subtle, but it worked.
"Not much, but… it's a start," he said softly.
He turned his attention to animals. Cats, pigeons, frogs, eels… all had incredible abilities he could use.
"Hmm… what's nearby? What won't attract attention?"
A sleek cat slept on the windowsill. Adam approached quietly. He stroked its back, careful not to startle it. A single hair fell into his hand.
Adam stared at the tiny strand of cat hair on his desk.
"Alright… let's see what you can give me," he whispered. He chewed it carefully, feeling it dissolve. "Digest… integrate… joints… reactions… slowly."
He closed his eyes, entering a dream-like, yoga-like trance. In this state, his mind floated above a 3D model of his body. Every joint, tendon, and vertebra stretched and shifted.
"Flexibility… yes… spine… joints… perfect… reactions faster…" he muttered, almost to himself.
He started listing the powers he wanted from the cat:
Night vision: "So I can see in the dark… adjust sensitivity… only in dim light."
Higher reaction speed: "Reflexes need to be fast… neural pathways… optimized."
Flexible joints: "Like a cat… I can roll, twist, survive
He imagined detailed drawings of cats, the muscles and skeleton, how their eyes focused, how their nervous system reacted. "I have to copy this… integrate… modify a little to fit me."
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Time moved strangely. Minutes in his consciousness felt like hours outside. When
He tried moving… and fell
"Too flexible… need training… but faster adaptation is good," he muttered, rolling and stretching.
After after stretching for a while he realized that this was night time for some reason and then he realized that he was living for about 8 hour and it was already midnight
He realize that light was turned off but she was able to see perfectly even though there was no early in the life so I'm human will not be able to see a thing but he can see everything clearly thanks for notification but he said why don't I want to see what would happen when I turned on lights so when he turned it on it was so bright that his eyes started to hurt The world glowed unnaturally bright. Night vision was activated
"I'm an idiot," he whispered. Quickly, he modified it to only activate in dim light.
I need another animal Adam said to himself so he start listing animals animals that he can find where he lives one of those animals are pigeons so he start searching for information about them in the internet he found that they could offer hime those abilities
Hollow bones: "Lighter… faster… still strong. Will reduce body weight and improve agility."
Wings: "Flight… need proper bone structure, strong muscles, aerodynamic integration."
Special lungs: "Efficient oxygen processing… insane stamina… can sustain high activity."
Electromagnetic sense: "Navigation… locate position anywhere on Earth."
Special eyesight (UV & zooming): "See more detail, even beyond human vision." Adams start sneaking out of the house trying to search for a pigeon to get its DNA but I was already past midnight, and he wanted to sneak out of the house. Thankfully, with his newly enhanced, cat-like flexibility, he easily slipped through the window. The apartment wasn't very high—just the second floor—so the drop to the ground wasn't dangerous, and he landed silently, almost as if his body had learned the art of stealth overnight.
Adam moved quietly through the park, weaving between shadows and tree trunks. His enhanced senses picked up the faint coos and flutter of wings above him. He scanned carefully, and after a few minutes, he spotted them—pigeons nesting high in the branches. He waited, patient and silent, until he could reach three eggs without alarming the birds.
Cradling the fragile eggs, he climbed back to his apartment, careful not to drop them. Once inside his room, he set the eggs on the desk, examining them under the dim light.
"Alright," he thought, "let's see if this works."
He made his way to the kitchen, cracked one egg into a hot pan, and fried it. The smell made him hesitate, but he ate it anyway. Almost immediately, he realized something was wrong.
"No… this isn't right," Adam muttered under his breath. "The DNA—it's damaged. The heat destroyed most of it."
He frowned, setting the plate aside. "I'll have to eat it raw… disgusting, but at least I'll get what I need."
One by one, he imagined integrating these abilities:
Eyes fused (human, cat, pigeon)
Hollow bones restructuring his skeleton
Electromagnetic field sensing
He paused before the wings and lungs. "These are tricky… could destabilize my body… must go last."
After hours of modifying his body, visualizing, and fusing the new DNA, Adam's body felt like it had been through a storm. Every muscle, every cell screamed with exhaustion, and even his mind was overloaded with calculations and adjustments.
Frustrated and drained, he muttered to himself, "I can't… I can't keep doing this without food."
He moved toward the kitchen, counting to two in a shaky rhythm, as if that small act could summon strength. Then, almost without thinking, he grabbed everything he could find in the fridge—vegetables, fruits, leftover snacks—and ate it all in rapid succession, shoving food into his mouth as his body absorbed every bit of energy it could.
Once he finished, he felt his energy returning, though slowly. His body was heavy, his thoughts sluggish. He climbed the stairs back to his room, barely noticing how late it had become.
He collapsed onto his bed, letting the exhaustion wash over him. His eyes closed almost immediately, and sleep claimed him before he could think of anything else.