Amon, The Legendary Overlord

Positioned on the edge of the medicinal bath, Bianca stayed away from the immersion, focusing her attention on the elemental cores. She had predicted that it might be necessary to replenish the bath, and her intuition proved correct.

While the rest of the group benefited from the bath, Amon, with unparalleled serenity, consumed the Radiant Herb and transformed into a robust tea. The hot beverage flowed through his body, allowing him to feel an unmatched rise in power. Amid this transcendental experience, luminous notifications began to flicker in his mind, projecting as holographic images onto his retina.

However, he was so engrossed in the sensation of growth and strengthening that he chose to ignore these messages for now.

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Gene + 15

Fear Genes + 10

Lightning Genes + 20

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These notifications were a testament to the profound transformation Amon was undergoing. The abundance of energy was so vast that the old lightning genetic core disintegrated, exhausted of its capacity, making it essential to introduce a new core to accommodate such potency.

The tranquility of the scene was shattered when an immense and powerful aura emanated from Amon, overshadowing the previous one and radiating with a force that seemed to have a life of its own. This energy was so overwhelming that even the young women around him were enveloped and benefited from its expansion. The rune [Boundless Heart] pulsed in his chest, working tirelessly, amplifying, and accelerating the growth of his genes.

In a short span, something astounding occurred. Fifty-two genes glowed brightly within Amon, and fifty of them vibrated with the intense energy of lightning. The pace of this evolution was dizzying; less than half an hour had passed.

Almost like clockwork, precisely ten minutes after this intense manifestation, Bianca, with her keen perception, sensed the need to intervene. She quickly replenished Amon's genetic core, this being the second one he consumed in this session.

The growth of his genes surpassed the fifty mark, an evolution that made even the perceptive Bianca catch her breath, amazed trying to estimate his current level.

Yet, this transformation showed no signs of slowing. The glow in Amon continued to intensify, and within him, the remnants of the tea derived from the Radiant Herb still worked, bringing about profound changes in his being.

The waters of the medicinal bath seemed more agitated as the energy of those present increased. The twins, with their inseparable bond, were the first to feel the need to replenish their genetic cores. Being two, their consumption rate was evidently faster, and soon, the cores vibrated, clamoring for more energy.

Mabel and Ariel weren't far behind. The intensity with which they delved into their meditations meant that soon, they too required replenishment. Barbara, with her serene posture and unshakeable focus, held out for longer, only feeling the need after an hour.

In contrast, Amon was on another level. The power emanating from him was almost tangible, and the rate at which he consumed energy was astounding. He was already on his fifth lightning genetic core, and his genes had reached remarkable levels.

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Fear Genetics: 89

Gene: 88

Lightning Gene: Level 81.

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In a brief moment of clarity, Amon opened his eyes, taking in his evolution. However, this interruption was short-lived. With a silent understanding of his progress, he quickly plunged back into his meditation, closing his eyes and continuing his ascending journey.

The relentless passage of time marked every minute that slid by. Hours passed and, although the invigorating effect of the medicinal bath had begun to dissipate, for Amon, each moment had been crucial. His genetic development had been staggering, and he was on the brink of reaching a new level. He remained immersed in his meditation, his focus unwavering.

Even with the reduced potency of the bath, Amon's aura remained intact, perhaps even more powerful. His Fear genes reached level 100, while the white genes lurked at level 110, and the lightning ones were already at 109.

Yet, for Amon, the journey was not complete. Another genetic core was integrated, allowing him to continue assimilating the essence of the lightning genetic core, further enhancing his growth.

Each increase in his power was palpable. Bianca, even from some distance, felt a growing intensity and held her breath in anticipation. She sensed that Amon was about to break a barrier.

Under crushing pressure, Amon's face took on a reddish hue. He was committed to reaching even greater heights, urging his genes to expand beyond their current limits.

In a moment of peak intensity, a cry resounded. With Herculean effort, Amon channeled the last vestige of his strength, aiming to push even further. However, like every mortal being, there was a limit to how much he could bear. Exhausted, he finally relented, allowing himself to rest after phenomenal progress.

Upon opening his eyes, Amon was immediately met with information projected onto his retina, a sequence he murmured almost in disbelief: "123..."

The numbers were clear:

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Fear Genetics: 100

Gene: 123

Lightning Gene: Level 123.

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Bianca, with her eyes wide, repeated in a raised tone of surprise: "123?!" The revelation had caught her off guard. She had always believed in Amon's potential, but surpassing level 120 was something that exceeded even her boldest expectations. Recalling the moment when Amon had reached level 116, Bianca's amazement deepened. It felt like she was in a dream.

Around them, the other young women, interrupting their meditation, also appeared astounded by Amon's remarkable progress. The heavy silence was broken by Bianca, who, anticipating the next steps, instructed: "Amon, quickly. Follow me to the training room." She understood the importance of seizing the moment; the newly gained momentum could dissipate if not immediately utilized.

With a simple nod of agreement, Amon rose from the water and, accepting a towel from Bianca, began to dry off. As the two headed to the training room, the other young women, still immersed in their thoughts, decided to stay behind.

"Let's gather ourselves in the living room while we wait for them," Barbara suggested, her voice attempting to restore some normality. "And maybe," she added with a smile, "we should change clothes first."

With a chorus of agreement, the young women began to move, while in another corridor of the residence, Amon and Bianca were already in the training room. Amon, ever diligent, didn't wait for another second. Assuming a serene stance in the center of the room, he returned to his meditative state, ready to merge the genetic factor with the spell book.

The spell book was an evolution of the one he had used from the start. However, this was even better than using a new spell book, not to mention the addition of new spells.