My Genes Can Evolve Limitlessly 소설 & 이야기

Aditya shakes his head and says "I'll call someone and we will go to a hotel and when your friend calls you, tell her to come to the hotel." Saying this he was about to go but dashes with someone and hears a cute childish voice "Who the hell is this shameless, Ill-mannered and ungenerous person?" Aditya looked down and found a cute 4 years old girl was rubbing her nose. Aditya smiles then sits on his knees and asks "Ill-mannered, shameless is fine but why ungenerous?" Mehak who heard an adult voice looks up and saw a man in front of her "Because you dashed with me then didn't even said sorry and my Mumma said those people who don't say sorry for their mistakes are stingy and ungenerous"

“Yes, Noah. The species isn’t new, just modified. Like an evolution supposed to happen in say next 50 years, happened in a year. If it stops here, they may never be able to create a force hard to defeat. But yes. As a geneticist, this is huge. To an extent, commendable.” Ashleigh looked impressed. He envied, once again, the clinical detachment. “Thank you, Ash.” He rubbed her back, the affection of old friends palpable.

“Without a doubt.” “Did he perhaps graft them into himself?” asked Miko. “Or perhaps modified them? Genetics was his speciality, after all.” Amal shook her head adamantly. “Genetic traits are completely immutable,” she replied. “They’re technically the only things in our genome that we can’t change. Everything else is fair game - even the genes that define us as human are editable.

"I'm not interested in whatever—" "You haven't heard it yet." Voss smiles. "Genesis was limited in their vision. They wanted to create weapons. Soldiers. Tools. I want something different." "What?" "Evolution. Real, permanent evolution of our species." She leans forward. "What if I told you we could eliminate weakness? Disease? Death itself? What if wolves could live for centuries? Heal from any injury? Never age?" "I'd say you're insane." "Am I? You've experienced enhancement firsthand. You know it's possible." Voss pulls out a tablet, showing me data. "Your healing factor alone proves the concept. Given time and resources, we could replicate it. Improve it. Make it universal."

Acting nonchalant, I avoided his probing lilacs. “Hybrids feast on the DNA of other shifters,” Gawain explained, pulling the needle out of Lykoan’s flesh. “They think that mixing genes by cross-breeding and experiments make them unstoppable—that it’s supposed to gird them with additional abilities.” He sealed the tube with a blue cap. “The truth is combining more than three genes corrupts their DNA, and eventually they break out with diseases. Do you remember ebolipox?” “Yes,” I recalled that nasty disease that wiped out a large variety of people in the neutral territories.

“To do what we do best’’ Obiora replied this time, his eyes glowed red, fight!!! “Distinguish Ladies and gentlemen.’’ Mugabe’s voice croaked over the speaker, ‘’you are here to witness the success of evolution, see there before you are the origin of a new generation of man, do not be alarmed for what you see are not angels out of myths but the evolution of many species combined to form a perfect gene. Strength, speed, resistance to diseases of any kind, possibly longitivity and extra ordinary abilities, I give you the 5th generation children.’’ The group of distinguished ladies and gentlemen clapped listlessly as they looked down. At their wings, at Obiora’s height they stared with interest

“I don’t see how remembering my past would really help me get stronger. You said it before too, right Drake?” :Yes, I did. My thoughts probably aligned with Loki’s. Which was why he was trying to forcibly make you remember. You do not get stronger at all. We were simply trying to release your limiter: “My limiter?” Matthew asked as he kept playing around with the ball of red energy. :Every creature has their limits. Once they reach it, they simply cannot grow. However, creatures are also capable of evolving, or mutating. As a result, their limit would be further to reach by then. In a way, they had surpassed their initial limit:

"You're still..." "Changed," she finished. "But not controlled. Not by her." "The others like you?" Jonathan asked. "Will either adapt or revert. Natural selection at work." Fake Ashlyn coughed, her body failing. "And me?" Penelope touched her face. Blue light transferred between them. "What did you do?" Fake Ashlyn gasped. "Gave you a choice. Your DNA is stabilizing." "Why?" "Because that's what real evolution is about. Choices. Changes. Chances."

He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out. "If the nobles refuse to learn and just keep lying flat on the achievements of their ancestors, clinging to that tiny bit of so‑called bloodline advantage while living in luxury day after day, then yes, Elder, you really should be worried." Ashley’s voice cut through the room like a scalpel—clean, sharp, and impossible to dodge. "Because any species that stops evolving gets kicked out by nature sooner or later. That’s not me being dramatic. That’s Darwin. That’s literally how this world runs."