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For so long, he had endured unimaginable agony during his evolution, but now it had receded, leaving him in a state of disoriented relief.

"I can\'t believe this," he softly mumbled. "Even though I have pain resistance maxed out, I still passed out from the pain of evolution... fuck... why do I feel so hungry and thirsty all of a sudden."

However, what greeted him next was a new and overwhelming sensation—a thirst unlike any he had ever experienced.

A primal craving gnawed at his insides, demanding to be sated. A thirst for blood like he had never experienced before. Simultaneously, an insatiable hunger for flesh coursed through him, a desire that clawed at his very being.

"Damn it... this hunger..."

Ashton\'s Vampire and undead genes were in a state of wild action, their influence warring within him. But Ashton knew if he didn\'t regain control over his genes, he might end up doing some questionable things like going on a rampage in the city where he was hailed as a hero.

The time Ashton had spent with Dracula, Frankenstein and Lycaon as they left the earth for the first time had taught him many things. One of which was a method to gain control over his bodily needs, such as consuming flesh and blood.

That method was meditating, which was like forcing oneself into hibernation. The only problem was that it was a temporary solution, and once the effects wore off, they\'d return with much more intensity.

Another way to control his needs was to simply turn off his genes and rest. However, it was a guaranteed way of losing his sanity because if he casually activated the genes, he risked losing control over his body. That\'s why forcing his genes to \'hibernate\' was a better choice.

"I need to... meditate. That\'s the only way to get things under control- argh damn... my arms have gone numb."

With immense effort, Ashton slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, his limbs heavy and unresponsive.

However, as he sat up, His gaze fell to the pool of blood that surrounded him, a morbid scene made due to the transformation he had undergone. It was his own blood, ejected from his body as his cells rearranged themselves during his evolution.

"No wonder I feel thirsty, hungry and exhausted... Damn... I want to go back to sleep," he yawned but shook the tiredness out of his mind. "Astaroth, you there? Damn, first all this mess and now this fucker has gone missing. Great... just great."

Exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave, but Ashton knew he couldn\'t afford to rest just yet. With a grim expression, he got to work.

It took a while, but he eventually forced his thirst and hunger into submission, refusing to succumb to the insanity that lurked around.

"That\'s one job done... I should head outside and get something to eat and drink before I lose my shit again..."

As he managed to stand, Ashton\'s confusion deepened. He took a step forward, and to his astonishment, he almost collided with the opposite wall. It almost felt like he teleported across the room, but Ashton was sure he had just taken a step towards the gate as anyone would.

Staring back at the wall he had nearly walked into, Ashton\'s mind raced with bewilderment. It was as if the room had shrunk around him, or perhaps he had grown larger during his transformation.

He couldn\'t make sense of it, and his fatigue weighed heavily on him. But even then, all he could think about was who would clean the mess he had made inside, as his blood had become the wallpaper covering the entirety of the room.

But then, something else caught his attention—a profound shift in his self-perception. He couldn\'t quite put it into words, but it felt like he had become something more than he had been before. A sense of power and potential surged within him.

Driven by curiosity and the need for answers, Ashton summoned a holographic interface before him, accessing his status page.

"What the hell is this? Where are the numbers?"

To his astonishment, the numbers that had once represented his strength, stamina, agility, and other attributes had been replaced by a single word—incalculable.

The same thing happened when he tried checking his grade. Instead of being shown as A-grade or S-grade like Ashton had expected, it also showed \'incalculable\'.

His brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend the implications of this change. What did it mean to have attributes that were beyond calculation? Did he transcend the limits of the system?

"Shit... if that\'s the case, the Xyrans would know about me... this can\'t be happening!"

Just as he grappled with this revelation, another system prompt materialised before his eyes, its text glowing vividly and in a light he had never seen before.

The prompt consisted of one line that left Ashton intrigued and perplexed: "You have transcended the limits of mortality. Please provide a name for your God Gene/Bloodline."

"God gene?" Ashton stared at the prompt, a mix of uncertainty and anticipation swirling. "What even is that? Astaroth? You see this shit?"

Ashton waited for a response, but it never came. "Tsk, this fucker always disappears when I need his guidance the most. What should I do..."

The system prompt was still blaring brightly before him, eagerly awaiting a response.

"A name... it should be something that represents me," Ashton mumbled, lost in his thoughts. "Cheat gene? Nah, that\'s too cringe. Why the heck am I even thinking about complex names? Yeah, let\'s go with this-"

<Are you sure you want to name the God Gene as Zompirewolf\'s Lineage?>

"Yes!"

The moment the words left his lips, a profound transformation swept through him. It was as though the very fabric of his being responded to the name, resonating with a newfound power. He could feel it coursing through his veins, an energy unlike anything he had ever known.

"Fuck... here we go again."