Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 282 Metamorphosis, Growth, and Anomalies
Lin Bo basked in the gentle night breeze, while the Tower Dragon whispered his congratulations in his ear.

One of the three stages of the Ascension to Ancient Saint has been completed, and the forging of the Spirit God has also made progress and has a plan. Only the final step of condensing the Holy Embryo remains to be seen.

The monk looked down at his own flesh and blood, opened his palms, clenched his fists, and exerted force throughout his body, allowing his nerve endings to perceive every muscle texture.

Upon closer inspection, he sensed an indescribable sense of novelty, like a familiar old machine being completely refurbished; although the exterior remained the same, the interior was no longer what it used to be.

A perfect physique means no hidden injuries, an immortal body unaffected by the ravages of life, and an indestructible form that can be quickly repaired even if damaged.

As long as the philosopher's stone inscribed with the incantation remains intact, the cells can regenerate infinitely and never wither.

He can still eat, digest, breathe, drink, sweat, and bleed normally, and is almost no different from an ordinary person.

However, the 30 trillion cells with chromosomes in his body will not die. Only cells without chromosomes, such as red blood cells and platelets, will undergo metabolism and cycle replacement.

At this moment, Lin Bo felt a hunger, and he knew very well that this new body desperately needed nutrients.

Enchanted chromosomes are much larger than the original biological chromosomes, and the cells they produce are also much larger, which directly leads to an increase in body size.

Simply absorbing the body's original cellular material is far from enough to meet the nutritional needs of the new chromosomes.

It needs more than just ordinary meals; it also needs raw materials for the anemone's organelles.

Trace elements present in volcanic ash, as well as light, heat, and electrical energy, can be transformed into magical energy substances through a bio-alchemy process.

Lin Bo has not yet fully understood the alchemical principles of the Magic Energy Sea Anemone and cannot replicate it in the laboratory, but he has basically determined all the raw materials required for the alchemical process.

Later, these ingredients will be added to his diet, rolled into pills, and taken. They contain metallic elements that are harmful to normal people, but they will not cause him any harm.

The new body, after being refined, is almost immune to any kind of toxins and has no fatal injuries. As long as there are sufficient nutrients, the enchanted chromosomes can quickly repair damaged cells, and it is not far from the realm of rebirth from a drop of blood.

Only by erasing the incantation carved on the Philosopher's Stone can his flesh and blood be killed. This requires a sufficiently dense attack method, such as energy damage like high-energy radiation, thermal ion beams, or lightning strikes. Ordinary physical damage such as knives, guns, and bullets cannot shatter the dust particles, let alone harm the dust-like chromosomes.

As night deepened, Lin Bo snapped out of his reverie. He didn't dwell on the past thirty-four hours; the memory was too raw, like wading through a mountain of sharp, burning knives. He didn't want the long, agonizing pain of waning life to be brought up again.

He simply enjoyed the satisfaction of achieving his goal, as well as the comfortable sea breeze and moonlight tonight.

Birds circling under the night sky cried out in unison.

The monk waved to them in thanks.

A little seagull swooped down from the sky, landed on his shoulder, and nuzzled his cheek with its fluffy head.

"(In magical language) Can you tell that I'm different?" Lin Bo asked with a smile.

The little king tilted his head, then shook it. "The seagulls don't know. Good humans are all the same everywhere."

He smiled broadly.

Back at the cape, several lighthouse apprentices in cloaks were patrolling. Upon seeing the great sorcerer walking on the sea, they exclaimed with delight and hurriedly bowed to greet him.

Lin Bo nodded to them and said, "Go back and rest early."

One apprentice hesitated to speak, and the others also seemed preoccupied, but in the end they bowed in agreement and turned to leave.

The beam of light from the Fresnel lens hovered quietly.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the lighthouse, the lights inside were still on. A cluster of bright yellow buttercups was placed in a glass bottle on the wall shelf. The windows were all closed. The wooden table for seeing patients and the row of benches against the wall had been worn with a lustrous, light gray patina. There was no dust on the floor, and the air was clean, with only the bitter, fishy smell of herbs emanating from the cabinet.

The robot Iron Guardian stood at the top of the second-floor staircase. Upon hearing the call, it descended the steps, emitting a beeping sound. Three small peregrine falcons perched on its shoulders and head, respectively. They flapped their wings and circled around the Night Watchman. "Greetings," the wizard waved to the three little creatures, then asked Iron Guardian for food. The robot beeped again and headed straight for the kitchen.

The peregrine falcons seemed eager to perch on the Night's Watchman's shoulders, but dared not approach the little king, and could only obediently perch in a row by the table.

Lin Bo stepped into the elevator and headed to the workshop's alchemy room. He quickly prepared several hundred volcanic ash pills and stored them in a bottle.

Back at the lighthouse, bread, smoked fish, fried pork chops, and fried sausages were already laid out on the kitchen table, and a pot of thick soup was simmering on the stove.

Iron Guard, wearing an apron, stood guard by the pot.

Lin Bo slowly finished his satisfying late-night snack. His stomach was full, but his hunger was only slightly relieved.

He wanted to relax for the rest of the night, so he bought some magical academic journals on the trading platform of the comprehensive network and casually flipped through them. These publications came from the player gathering place of the eternal plane, a prosperous world where all beings of the multiverse gathered and cultural exchanges were very frequent.

Observing the research results of other spellcasters can also be very inspiring.

As food is digested, biomolecules are like a continuous stream of materials being transported to the construction site. Trillions of chromosomes begin to build the cellular edifice, combining to form the colossal kingdom of life.

Lin Bo felt the pain of bone growth, an experience that stopped after puberty, but now his body was growing again.

He needed more food, and Iron Guard diligently went back and forth between the storeroom and the kitchen.

Patients visiting the lighthouse often use food instead of medical fees. Since the apprentices gathered, Lin Bo has also started to purchase food regularly, but not from Shita Town. Instead, he buys it from the Zongwang Trading Platform. The simple and plain food is of good quality and cheap. One disaster coin is enough to feed a family of five for several months.

His storeroom is never short of food. It has enchanted devices to purify toxins and bacteria, so there's no need to worry about spoilage or insects and rodents. If the quality deteriorates due to prolonged storage, it can be sent to a mushroom farm to be composted for the fungal carpet.

For him, an evening of eating and reading was already a very comfortable early summer experience.

As the sun rose, Lin Bo looked at his short sleeves and trouser legs, stood up, his clothes tightening around his waist and abdomen, making it difficult for him to breathe.

His size has increased by several centimeters, and he has not yet reached his limit.

I put on a brand new Mechanic outfit. The equipment, which is certified by the network, will automatically adapt to my body shape when I wear it for the first time, which is quite convenient.

Lin Bo stepped into the warm morning light, took out a volcanic ash pill and swallowed it. He raised his hand to form a sword-finger seal, controlling his stomach to contract and squeeze, crushing the pill for better absorption.

The alchemy apparatus within the cell begins to operate, drawing in light and heat to transform the elixir and carry out the alchemical process.

He felt a chill to the bone, and his organelles needed more energy, so he whispered the true name of the light, allowing the scorching sunlight to gather around him.

The black hair was scorched hot, but without damage; the cells were continuously absorbing energy, and the high temperature was just right.

A massive amount of magical energy is being generated from the limbs and bones, flowing into the blood vessels, circulating throughout the body, breaking through the blood-brain barrier, and entering the neurons.

The disciples who were practicing in the morning had already gathered. They had heard the news of the Grand Master's return last night. Now they were lined up outside the lighthouse and saw a human figure silhouetted against the bright white sunlight in the small courtyard inside the wall.

A moment later, the sunlight faded, revealing the Grand Master's figure; his trench coat was now scorching hot and crisp.

The apprentices bowed to their teacher from afar outside the low wall.

As he strolled closer, everyone noticed that the Grand Mage's figure had grown significantly, becoming much taller than before. And it was no illusion; everyone could see a faint, azure light emanating from the Grand Mage's body, clearly visible even in the sunlight.

His eyes gazed upon his disciples, his form like a distant, luminous celestial body, cutting out a section of the azure sky to spread out the world around him.

"You've all worked hard these past few days. Come, let's continue the lesson." The Lighthouse Master smiled, pushed open the small door, and led his apprentices on a stroll along the cape, explaining the profound teachings. The disciples followed closely behind, bathed in azure light, their cloaks fluttering like clusters of colorful clouds.

(End of this chapter)