บท 4: Chapter 4: The Knowledge of Doctor Genus
Himawan found a dark corner of the city where the bustle of the world faded into a dull hum. The streets here were narrow, with faded brick buildings that hadn't seen maintenance in years. This area had long been forgotten by the thriving metropolis surrounding it. It was a place where people disappeared, either by choice or by force, and no one bothered to ask why. In this forgotten slice of the city, Himawan saw potential.
He stopped in front of an old, abandoned warehouse. Its windows were boarded up, and graffiti covered the walls like scars from the decay that had set in over the years. But beneath the grime and neglect, Himawan saw the perfect location for what he needed. It was secluded, overlooked by the authorities, and large enough to house the lab he envisioned.
Stepping through the rusted gates, his heart beat steadily, filled with the steady rhythm of a new purpose. As he entered the warehouse, the stale, dusty air clung to him, a sign that this place had long been forgotten. Perfect, he thought.
The creaking of the metal door echoed behind him as he walked deeper into the building. His mind was still swirling with the vast knowledge of Doctor Genus, the first template the Scientist Template System had gifted him. The more he allowed himself to focus on it, the more it took shape in his thoughts. The way Genus had approached the science of biology, the experiments he had performed, the philosophies that drove him—all of it was now part of Himawan. His mind wasn't just his own anymore. It was something greater, something far more dangerous.
He could feel the echoes of Genus' ambition merging with his own.
In his mind, Himawan saw glimpses of Genus' life—the failed experiments, the twisted creations, the obsession with human evolution. Genus had always believed that humanity could be improved, pushed beyond its natural limits. He had dedicated his life to reshaping what it meant to be human, to transcending weakness and unlocking a new level of power. That same drive now pulsed in Himawan's veins, a burning desire to not only understand but to surpass the limitations of science.
The warehouse around him was empty, but in his mind's eye, he saw what it could become. Rows of equipment, vials and tubes of chemicals bubbling away in controlled chaos. Machines that would allow him to work in ways no human had ever dreamed of. It would be his sanctuary, a place where he could operate free from the constraints of morality or ethics. Just as Genus had done.
But as Himawan stood in the center of the large, empty space, a question lingered in his mind. Where would he begin?
The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in his thoughts once again. "The knowledge of Doctor Genus provides you with the foundation to alter biological life at its core. You can manipulate genetics, accelerate evolution, and enhance physical and mental capacities beyond natural limits. The resources required for your experiments must be acquired, and your base of operations established."
Himawan nodded slowly. The voice was right. Before he could begin experimenting, he would need materials—chemicals, biological samples, advanced equipment. He could already see the list of necessary resources forming in his mind, thanks to Genus' knowledge. He knew exactly what he needed to start. But there was another problem: funding.
In his previous life, Himawan had struggled with budgets, constantly seeking grants and financial backers for his research. But here, in this new world, he was determined to take a different approach. He wouldn't be bound by bureaucratic red tape or petty financiers. No, he would acquire what he needed by any means necessary.
The knowledge of Doctor Genus offered him more than just scientific insight—it provided him with an understanding of how to exploit the weaknesses of others. Genus had operated in the shadows, creating monsters, both literal and figurative, to serve his purpose. Himawan could do the same. In a city like this, there would be no shortage of individuals willing to sell or steal what he needed. The underworld was full of desperate souls who could be manipulated, bribed, or coerced into providing him with the raw materials and equipment to begin his work.
But first, he needed to assess the true extent of what he had gained from the system.
Taking a deep breath, Himawan allowed himself to delve deeper into the knowledge he now possessed. He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of information like a river running through his mind. It was as if he had known this knowledge his entire life, but it had only now been unlocked. Genus' understanding of genetics was revolutionary, far beyond anything Earth's scientific community had ever achieved.
Cellular manipulation. Genetic splicing. Biological augmentation.
These weren't just concepts—Himawan understood how to implement them, how to bring them into reality. He could see the processes unfolding before his eyes, every step laid out in perfect detail. With the right materials, he could begin altering DNA sequences, creating hybrids, accelerating evolution in ways that would take natural processes thousands, if not millions, of years.
And it wasn't just theoretical knowledge. He knew how to apply it, how to design experiments and engineer living creatures. Genus had been ruthless in his pursuit of perfection, and that same ruthlessness now simmered within Himawan.
The power to create life—to control it—was now his. But he needed test subjects, and that meant taking risks, finding people—or creatures—that wouldn't be missed. A dark idea formed in his mind. In a city as chaotic as this, especially in the lower districts, there were plenty of individuals who lived on the margins. People that society had already abandoned.
Perfect candidates for his experiments.
Himawan opened his eyes, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face. The shadows of the warehouse seemed to thicken around him as the weight of his new reality sank in. He wasn't just a man anymore. He was something more—a scientist with the power to reshape the very fabric of life. In this world, where gods and monsters roamed freely, he would create his own legacy.
The knowledge of Doctor Genus was only the beginning. There would be more templates, more minds to absorb, more skills to acquire. But for now, this was enough. He had the tools he needed to start building his empire—an empire founded on science and ruthlessness.
As Himawan stood in the empty warehouse, his vision becoming clearer with each passing moment, he made a silent promise to himself. He would not be like the heroes of this world, who sought to maintain order and protect the status quo. No, he would tear that order apart, reshape it in his own image, using the knowledge and power that had been gifted to him by the system.
The world had given him a second chance, and he would not waste it.
Slowly, he turned toward the door of the warehouse, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. The city lay before him, filled with possibilities and dangers. And Himawan was ready to face them, ready to build his empire from the shadows.
He would use this world as his laboratory, and its people as his subjects. The experiments were about to begin.
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