Under the gazes of An Xora, Lappland, and the gathered Lupo girls, the Lupo standing before Lappland began to undergo a rapid transformation.
Her originally dark-colored hair quickly turned snow-white. Her body became slimmer yet more elongated, lithe but brimming with power. Her skin grew fairer, her posture more refined and perfect.
In the end, arcs of electricity burst forth across her body, accompanied by a powerful aura far surpassing her previous self!
"Not bad."
Standing some distance away, An Xora sensed the aura emanating from this newly transformed white-haired Lupo and nodded slightly in approval.
Lappland, meanwhile, continued the transformation process on the remaining Lupo girls. The method was simple and brutally direct—first injure herself, then stab the other party—allowing blood infused with her genes to enter their bodies and complete the transformation.
There were, of course, cases where the transformation initially failed. But with the aid of An Xora's Horse Talisman, they could repeatedly restore the subject and try again. In the end, all one thousand female Lupo present were successfully transformed by Lappland.
"Father!"
As the final Lupo completed her transformation, the thousand white-haired Lupo girls dropped to one knee in unison and shouted toward Lappland.
"…What do you mean, 'father'? How did I suddenly become your father?"
Lappland was completely at a loss.
Being knelt to and called "father" by over a thousand same-race, same-age girls—this was a scene so absurd that even someone who had grown up amid Siracusan gang warfare had never experienced anything like it.
"Father gave us rebirth. Your blood flows within us, and thus we are your children. You are our progenitor—our father!"
Just like the bond between An Xora and Lappland, upon completing the transformation, Lappland had formed a similar connection with these Lupo girls.
From Lappland's perspective, she could at any time perceive their truest inner thoughts through this connection, and even directly influence their actions with her own will. In turn, these transformed Lupo girls felt an intense closeness toward Lappland—one that far surpassed friendship, love, or even familial bonds.
After all, no matter how close blood relatives might be, they couldn't compare to this literal, genetic-level connection born from the deepest layers of blood and lineage. To these transformed Lupo girls, Lappland was the one who had given them new life.
There was no more fitting description than father.
"Offer our loyalty to our shared father!"
Faced with the kneeling crowd, Lappland's expression grew complicated. Becoming the "father" of a thousand same-age women was, frankly speaking, surreal.
At that moment, An Xora stepped forward.
But before he could say anything, the white-haired Lupo—who had just finished kneeling to Lappland—turned and surrounded him as well.
"We greet our benevolent father!"
An Xora halted mid-step.
…This involved him too?
Well—on second thought, it did make sense. Lappland had undergone the Fusion Warrior surgery using his genes as the base. These transformed Lupo carried Lappland's blood—meaning, ultimately, they carried An Xora's blood as well.
In fact, to these Lupo girls, their sense of closeness toward An Xora might even surpass what they felt toward Lappland. After all, An Xora was the true genetic origin—the ultimate source of the bloodline shared by everyone present.
But then shouldn't he be the grandfather? Why were they calling both Lappland and him "father"? How exactly were these generations supposed to be counted?
"Alright, all of you, stand up first," An Xora said, waving his hand.
"We'll sort out the issue of titles later. For now, let's test your abilities."
Gesturing toward the training equipment at the edge of the outpost's open area, An Xora gave the order.
The white-haired Lupo girls wasted no time, immediately demonstrating the powers they had gained after transformation.
Powerful yet incredibly agile bodies. Lightning abilities several tiers weaker than Lappland's, but still destructive enough to easily melt steel. The Lupo race's already sharp senses, now enhanced to an extreme. And a terrifying regenerative ability—one that allowed even fatal injuries, like a destroyed heart, to heal in a short time.
To fully demonstrate their capabilities to their "benevolent father" and "father," one Lupo girl even had a companion twist her head clean off—then calmly reattach it in front of them, fully recovering within seconds.
By An Xora's estimation, in a frontal confrontation, two to three of these transformed Lupo could reliably defeat a single Wendigo. In non-frontal combat, their mobility far surpassed that of the Wendigo legions.
"Without question," An Xora concluded,
"this is no longer the same species as ordinary Lupo."
"Agreed," Lappland nodded emphatically.
For her current self, this level of power wasn't particularly impressive. But if these thousand transformed Lupo were unleashed upon the world, no one from other nations would believe they were still Lupo.
Creatures with terrifying physical strength, capable of wielding devastating lightning, and nearly impossible to kill—ninety-nine out of a hundred people would assume they were some newly discovered godfolk race that had never existed before.
"So," An Xora asked,
"have you considered officially classifying them as a new race—and giving that race a name?"
Lappland shrugged, utterly indifferent.
"You name them. I've got no interest in that sort of thing."
"Alright. Let me think."
Rubbing his chin, An Xora pondered for a moment.
On Terra, "Lupo" already meant wolf. Combined with their overwhelming physical strength and powerful regeneration, An Xora—who had never been great at naming things—decisively borrowed a name from a neighboring world.
"These transformed Lupo… we'll call them the Borisin."
Wolves. Overwhelming physical power. Extreme regenerative ability.
Transformed Lupo = Borisin.
The equation checked out.
"Thank you, benevolent father, for granting us our name!"
The highly perceptive white-haired—no, Borisin—girls had naturally overheard the conversation. Upon receiving their new racial name, they immediately dropped to their knees again.
"Alright," An Xora said.
"For now, stay here at the outpost and familiarize yourselves with your new strength. I'll have work for you later."
He hadn't had Lappland transform these Lupo girls just for fun.
While he currently had little interest in acting against Yan, that didn't mean he lacked ambitions elsewhere on Terra.
Siracusa. Leithania. Columbia.
All were excellent targets.
However, after conquering three nations in quick succession, Talulah wanted to give the populace time to recover. And An Xora himself didn't want to push her into nonstop warfare, which would only trigger extreme reactions from other nations and end up harming civilians.
So instead, he decided to cultivate a new proxy.
And his own dog was the perfect candidate.
An heir of one of Siracusa's Twelve Families—cast out and erased by her own "old bastard" of a father?
It was time for the dragon king's return.
Time to make those lawless mafia families—and that worthless old man—taste a real, merciless punch.
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