Chapter 14 - New Goals And The Birth Of A Yandere?

The green haired tanomobi took off her small cloak, wearing only short pants. She bandaged her chest and foot sole, beginning her path into the physical cultivation.

Foel tried every first phase movement from each law to see which one she would commit. Flawless, she managed to master the first phase movement of each law she read in just an hour, together with interpreting every verbose within the guide. MF might have already striked a jackpot with her. Because of the Motoric Instant Transmitter gene that MF implanted, Foel unyielding mind managed to master the movement in just an hour, her body is no longer a vessel that would burden his ingenious mind.

Indeed, MF had formulated the new unorthodox physical cultivation law despite not even within the journey yet. Many aspects were missing, the very reason why physical cultivation wasn't popular was because of how hard it was to start. There might be some prominent keys she hasn't grasped, which is why she decided to use her wife to act out the experimentation.

The clapping from her husband did a good job on invigorating her.

Starting from Iron Might Law, the first phase only includes 4 movements. A straight fist, a forward step, a shoulder thrust, and a reverse roundhouse kick to finish the first verse. Surprising to MF, the movement itself needed to have a rhyme for its effect to benefit its learner.

The movement verse acted like an array, each movement is a symbol with meaning. The successful consecutive action of the first phase verse resulted in Foel's otherworldly hardened outer skin. It didn't have any connections to the genetic code at all, it feels surreal because when MF checked on her there was no change within the skin structure itself.

The androgynous women kneeled to caress the back hand of her wife. "It's like there is an invisible layer of steel coating every inch of your body, an energy that separates itself from Mana!"

"This is the first time I've seen you look this excited."

"Of course! A wondrous feeling for me!"

MF wasn't expecting the result to be better than the bar she set, especially of how she was able to do three laws at the same time.

Beside the Iron Might Law, the others gave a significant effect due to how perfectly Foel replicated the movement verses. Scattering Petals Of Thousand Palms gave Foel a lighter footsteps and flexible body to her stiff body. The Rigid Shadow Without Mist gave her an aura that coats her body whatever she wanted to erase her presence. The Fiery Fire Of Molten Heart was surging to her inner body, it acted as a holder for Foel that made her able to encapsulate three different physical laws within her body.

The old man knew his stuff, MF might want to go back to buy more cultivation law. Then again, this miracle happened because of MF's gene tempering. It would be impossible to master the first within one day, let alone in an hour. Even if MF was to follow this path, she couldn't replicate the same results as Foel because of that one absence of gene she stored in her brain. Because the difference between bionic chemical motoric action and this 'Motoric Instant Transmitter' are different by huge leap.

MF superb codings on her body structures that are able to save the muscle memory as fast as teaching a snake to slither was still of no match. Because this instant transmitter was about enhancing the brain supernaturally to create a perfect muscle memory with the use of mana, something that MF would never achieve.

'I'm jealous.'

But this didn't bring her down. Instead of thinking 'this is unfair, I can't achieve as fast, I will never be as good, this is depressing.' She reframes her negativity into a driving force.

'What kind of turnabout I can choose? This 'Motoric Instant Transmitter' is able to create an instant supersoldier in physical cultivation. What kind of perfect plan could I use this for my benefit?'

The idea of making a sect appeared in her mind. A founder of a superpower group with modified super mutants in physical cultivation with extreme loyalty. Her face was shadowed due to her angle, hiding a manic smile.

New goal: Creating a myriad cultivation sect for world domination.

This idea would be for the long term. Firstly, she needs to strengthen herself to make everyone bow. Secondly, the possible political power would be too overwhelming if she strives for it at her current state.

She needed a title.

New goal: Hunt an 'Angel' to gain the title of 'Heavenly Slayer.'

MF had always avoided confrontation with the Angels like a forbidden plague. Legends and books had told that the might of those sadistic celestial beings was akin to heaven punishment itself. They are capable of lifting a mountainous domain just to hurl them against the mortal of Neamh. Enigmatic, yet somehow, the deities proclaimed to not have any relation with those Armageddon news bearers.

Aside from all of that future dilemma, she needs to handle the dangerous matter at hand.

Foel might become too strong for MF to subdue if the tanomobi betrays her in the future. MF was sure that her wife began to lean in favor of her as of late, she mustn't let Foel too far from her clutch.

"Foel."

"Yes, darling? It has been a while since you referred to me by my name."

"Nothing." MF shook her head. "It's just that, I'm afraid to lose you."

As attentive Foel was, the tanomobi's anxiety told her to be self aware. "You're scared that I will abandon you?"

"Indeed."

Foel sighed. "You know, it might have only been a few days, I already accepted my fate the moment you conquer me. I've strayed from the path I took, you gave me the hammer to remind me. To pay the sin I committed, let me serve you, whichever of how you looked at me, whether it was as a partner, experimentation, a wife, a sex sla—"

"Euphemism!"

"Ehem, in truth, you did more than what I could deem as granted. Besides, having a husband with a confusing gender is bearable," Foel said, donning her casual poker face.

"You want me as a man? I can change my gender, you know."

"No, just stick as a female, I don't want any other women to take you away." Another sentence was chanted within Foel's mind: 'I'll kill whoever tried to steal you.'

A sudden change. Her neon-pink shrinking pupils were those of a cynical killer. Her fierce eyes became more intimidating than a drill instructor for the royal military. What made the matter worse, was how MF knew exactly what she thought. This strikes a doubt of mixed feeling right into her guts.

'Uwaa.' MF's thought, 'Why did she become so scary?'