After Amon got home, he went to take a shower.

Stepping out of the shower and putting on casual shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt, he walked through the living room then went to the kitchen to get water.

“How was the training?” Leaning against the kitchen door, Julia asked as she gave a small smile. She was in casual clothes, a white halter top and short denim shorts with her dark purple hair down, cascading around her back. She wore house slippers and propped her right foot on the door.

“Mm, well.” Amon looked at her waiting for her to get out of the way as he responded with an indifferent expression.

Moving out of the way she muttered, “If only we had more animal meat level 20 or even higher…”

Amon stopped and looked at her. He remembered the training in the mountains and the amount of pain from taking out the impurity and the reason for doing it was the rune: [Heart Without Limits].

“Eating too much meat is not good,” Amon said without changing his expression.

“Why would it not be? That way we can unlock the white genetics faster and it will be easier to fill them.” Julia said as she waited for Amon to get her point of view.

“Mm, wait.” Amon went into the kitchen. He found an empty bottle and grabbed a bag of rice and then a bag of beans.

After he stood in front of the dinner table, he placed rice on one side and beans on the other.

Meanwhile, Maísa also arrived in the kitchen when she saw that Julia was taking a long time.

She wore a loose-fitting T-shirt but it looked incredibly cute on her, with her dark purple hair pulled back in a high ponytail and short silk shorts.

She looked curious at what Amon was doing in the same way Julia was doing, and even more confused.

“That’s the genetic amount each person can fill. This empty bottle represents the human body.” Amon said with a neutral expression: “Now I train and unlock +1 gene. This will enter the empty bottle.”

He put some rice into the bottle.

“But if it’s raised with meat, it’s going to force the genetics to unblock and push it with the genetics of the meat and the dirt in it too.” Amon said nonchalantly as he added some rice and a bean: “The bean represents genetics that was wasted, now it is full of dirt and cannot be filled with anything else nor be used as part of its strength. Naturally, you will lose 1 gene. Now, I continue to eat the meat and it continues to put in genes that could be empty, but are dirty instead.”

Gradually the bottle became white and black, some white, but more black. That’s because dirt is easier to get into the gene and then into the ‘bottle’ and is usually at the bottom of the bottle, so it’s difficult to get the dirt out.

“… So that’s it, why even the rich aren’t that strong?” Julia seems to have understood.

“Yes, as much as meat helps, it will bring more disadvantages than advantages in the long run. That’s what I realized.” Amon spoke much more than usual, although he still remained indifferent when he spoke, they listened even more attentively than the classes they had at school: “Now, to be able to get rid of this accumulated dirt after a long time, it will be very difficult, many of them stay at the bottom.”

They understood. Even if they force it, it won’t come out because it would get stuck, and you might even feel a lot of pain in the process if the bottle represents the body.

“But won’t it all be resolved if you just eat enough to get 50 genes and fill it up so you can go through baptism and go to the second gene mutation, practically getting a new bottle to fill?” That was the doubt that Maisa had when she heard what Amon said.

Julia refuted what Maísa said: “Mm, that’s right, but you’ll still have the 50% filled when unlocking the second one, with the second one going to be even harder to fill. So, you will remain weak since training won’t achieve as much, since it is only half as strong as it could be if you didn’t use a lot of meat.”

“Yes, if you’re satisfied with 2 genetic unlocks, it doesn’t matter, but I…” Amon showed for the first time a different look; it was a look of determination and conviction, something that during the days they spent together, Maísa and Julia didn’t see, “I’m going to be an Overlord!”

“Overlord?!” Maisa almost fell backward.

Julia took a deep breath, what Amon said was crazy, “Amon, I understand you’re a genius, but an Overlord is someone who’s got 10 genetic unlocks! This is insane?!”

“I know.” Amon responded by reverting to an indifferent expression, but the tone of his voice still conveyed confidence: “But I will become an Overlord. For that, I can’t waste my white genes filling them with dirt.”

“…You are bold, that is a very high dream.” Julia would never have thought that the ever-indifferent Amon would have such a high goal.

“I’ll make it,” Amon repeated indifferently and even a little coldly.

Seeing that Amon was losing patience, Maísa and Julia closed their mouths.

It was clear that they thought Amon was dreaming too high, but they had no right to step into his dream.

“Okay, I hope you make it.” Julia said softly, “Really.”

“Mm.” Amon nodded and returned everything he’d used after sorting grain by grain. He was very patient in explaining and putting everything away. That was another thing that made the twins admire him.

And, he’s right, if you’re going to aim for something, it has to be big! They think that if they could go through the mutation and get a Second Genetic Unlock, that would be enough, increasing their lifespan by +100 years. However, something changed within the twins. They didn’t know how far they could go, and they weren’t so bold as to want to be an Overlord, but if there was at least a small chance of making it wouldn’t it be interesting to fight for it?

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