"But wait." Grey, after asking himself all these questions, eventually found an answer on his own.

It didn't need to be the markings themselves that were engraved. Instead, what he needed to focus on was not the surface manifestation of the markings, but their origin point, the way those markings were formed in the first place.

Transformation techniques.

Every transformation technique carried a unique circulation pattern. That pattern was not arbitrary. It was the structural outline of the race being transformed into, a biological blueprint translated into motion.

As vital essence circulated along that pattern, genetic markings naturally condensed in response, imprinting the structure into the DNA. In other words, the markings were not the cause. They were the result.

If that was the case, then the problem was no longer about merging markings. It was about merging the circulation blueprints that created them.

If he could fuse multiple transformation circulation patterns into a single unified framework, then there was a possibility that all required genetic information could be expressed using only twelve markings. Each marking would carry composite genetic encoding rather than a single racial template.

"I can also use the Anchor for this."

The Anchor's primary function was priority switching between biological states. However, it also possessed the ability to store biological architecture. If it could preserve structural blueprints, then origin imprints should fall under the same category.

And if origin imprints could be stored, then genetic markings, which were merely stabilized expressions of those imprints, should also be within its capacity.

Engraving genetic markings into the Anchor would not violate evolutionary rules, because the DNA itself remained untouched. The Anchor would act as an intermediary, a container that held foreign biological logic externally.

If he then perfected a transformation technique capable of invoking those markings simultaneously through the Anchor, the theory should hold.

He did not need entire racial transformations. He only needed specific traits.

From the primordial human, he required the origin imprint responsible for strength amplification and cellular memory activation. From the dragon, he needed the foundational imprint that stabilized the Anchor itself.

However, the moment that thought settled, a more fundamental issue surfaced. How did one isolate a genetic trait?

Up until now, he only knew how to form complete twelve-marking transformations. Genetic markings always appeared as an inseparable sequence. He had never learned how to remove one while leaving another intact.

The problem was not complexity. It was granularity.

The realization alone was enough to make his head ache.

There was also the issue of having too much markings, it will slow down his cultivation speed tremendously.

And then...

[Your comprehension defies the heavens! By understanding the principles behind genetic markings, you have comprehended the skill: Chaos Trait Modularization Art.]

"…"

Grey stared blankly at the walls of his room after hearing his notification.

His comprehension truly was heaven defying wasn't it?

But that wasn't his main concern right now, because with this, everything changed.

Genetic markings were never indivisible. They only appeared that way because no one had ever comprehended them deeply enough to see their internal structure.

Each marking was, in truth, composed of multiple trait modules bound together by the transformation circulation logic. Trait Modularization allowed him to decompose those bindings.

Unwanted traits could be erased. Required traits could be extracted. Multiple traits could even be recombined into a single stabilized marking without increasing the total count.

At that moment, the Anchor's role changed. It was no longer required as a storage medium.

Its original function had been to externalize and preserve biological logic. Now that he had the means to do it without breaking the rules of evolution, he no longer needed to engrave markings into an external medium.

All he had to do was create a transformation technique that formed all required markings at once. Then merge them during formation, before they stabilized.

And if he was successful, Twelve perfect genetic markings would form.

No excessiveness. No evolutionary violation. Only perfectly modularized traits.

That was precisely what Grey wanted.

Grey heaved a sigh of relief. He almost thought it wouldn't be possible, but luckily, something like the Chaos Trait Modularization Art existed.

Then Grey stretched. The transformation process was going to take an entire day. Looking at the time, he had no opportunity to comprehend the Mystic Human Transformation technique yet.

He decided to begin comprehending it after he was done handling the city matters and inscribing the Circle Root Array into the city formation array. Since that was the case, he went to sleep.

Luckily, he did not dream of the entire reality being destroyed again. It was rather traumatizing.

Like, why was he, a second ranker who hadn't even stepped into the fifth rank, being shown things like that? If it were anyone else, they would've already fallen into madness after witnessing such chaotic dreams.

They would be traumatized forever.

...

A few hours later, Valeria strode into the mansion.

She was dressed in a clean black-and-white office outfit. A white blouse was neatly tucked into a fitted black skirt, giving her a sharp, professional appearance.

The skirt ended just above her knees, revealing a pair of slender, well-proportioned legs that naturally drew attention as she walked.

She lightly pressed the cooling glass against the side of her face. The chilled surface eased the heat as a faint mist curled along her cheek.

In her other hand was a small luxurious bag, simple and practical. A fresh, cool scent lingered around her, matching her composed expression.

Combined with her posture and attire, she looked like a high-class office beauty, elegant and very beautiful.

"Sister Valeria." Lia sat comfortably on the sofa with Little Hong in her lap. Lia was reading the news on the tablet in her hands, and Little Hong was also staring at it seriously, trying to comprehend it.

"You both look like a pair of mother and daughter." Valeria said as she shook her head speechlessly. "I'm the older one here."

She could only sigh. She wanted to hold Grey's daughter this close too.

Should she also move into his mansion? No, she couldn't be that shameless, right?

But the man she was paying attention to never bothered with her.

Speaking of that man, the door to Grey's room opened with a click.

Grey stretched lazily as he stepped outside.

"You're here." Grey yawned. "Well then, shall we head out?"

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