Body Modification Plan

The day after the troll incident, Hogwarts was still filled with commotion.

In the corridors, students whispered among themselves. Almost everyone was discussing the professor who had "knocked out a troll in the bathroom."

Ian had become a legend, but he himself did not care in the slightest.

He knew it was merely a minor interruption in the timeline—the true objective had never changed.

Ian stood before the window of his tower study, gazing at the Forbidden Forest shrouded in mist in the distance.

His thoughts returned to his core research of many years—the body modification plan.

The "Ancient Magic" he had discussed with Hermione the previous night had not been a casual remark, but the most important breakthrough in his research.

Ancient Magic was not a specific spell, but a "special structure of life and nature."

Some creatures were born with this power—the troll's defenses, the dragon's scales, the Phoenix's resurrection. None of these were the result of magic being applied; they were natural laws at the physiological level.

After years of research, Ian had reached a conclusion:

Magic was not an external force, but a form of "will influencing reality."

If he could control the source of that will, the human body could become the perfect Magic Conduit.

He had once tried to imitate the methods of ancient wizards—injecting the bloodlines of magical creatures into human bodies.

That period of history was called "Bloodline Alchemy" in the scrolls of the Restricted Section.

Those experimenters had tried to fuse the traits of dragons, werewolves, and Goblins, but the results had been horrific.

Most died within a few days. The few survivors were devoured by alien wills, their skin growing scales and their eyes turning crimson as they completely lost their reason.

Ian recreated part of the experiments, replacing the human subjects with laboratory mice.

He discovered that the root of the failures was not a rampage of magic, but a "conflict of wills" within the bloodlines.

The blood of every species carried a spiritual imprint belonging to itself. When the power of another species was injected into a new life-form, that "will" would turn against its host.

This explained why bloodline recipients gradually transformed. It was not the granting of power, but the erosion of an alien will.

In his experimental journal, he wrote:

"Any foreign bloodline will rebel against its host unless the host can define its Law of Existence."

At that moment, he realized that he had taken the wrong path.

Power could not be seized. It could only be edited and rewritten.

Thus, he abandoned bloodline Fusion and turned to studying the feasibility of "Self-evolution."

He proposed an entirely new approach—not relying on an external species, but using runes and Alchemy

to abstract the traits of magical creatures into "Magic Algorithms," then reconstruct them within his own life system.

In other words, he would no longer "fuse" with an external power, but rationally reproduce nature.

This was the highest form of Alchemy—allowing humans to imitate the creation of gods through knowledge.

Over the following months, he studied all kinds of magical creatures in depth.

The dragon's scales provided the algorithm for defense, while the giant's muscles revealed the coupling between magic and strength.

The Phoenix's tears proved that a reversible energy flow existed between soul and matter.

He barely slept, traveling back and forth between the laboratory and the Forbidden Forest.

Candlelight reflected off the silver test tubes at night. Blue-silver liquid flowed inside the bottles—these were extracted "life energy samples."

Ian named them "Magic Conduits."

While analyzing werewolf blood, he happened to discover a special phenomenon.

It was not a virus in the true sense, but a magical medium capable of actively rewriting the Life Code.

Under moonlight, it rearranged the host's genes and Magic Core, temporarily granting the body a form beyond its normal state.

He gazed at the magical particles beneath the microscopic array, and a thought flashed through his mind—

If he could remove its loss-of-control properties and recompile that "rewriting command,"

this virus would become humanity's perfect tool for editing life.

He began experimenting.

He used rune arrays in place of DNA strands, magical wave frequencies to simulate biological signals,

and Alchemical devices to stabilize the virus's energy structure, making it obey external commands.

The process was fraught with danger.

The mortality rate among the laboratory mice reached eighty percent, while the occasional survivors displayed extreme magical reactions.

Once, the experimental chamber was destroyed by an energy wave, and the entire room was reduced to ash through Annihilation.

Ian merely recorded a line in an indifferent tone:

"Failure No. 83. The energy diffusion rate exceeds the carrying threshold. An additional rune suppression layer is required."

There were no complaints and no fear.

His rationality had nearly reached the point of cruelty.

Three weeks later, he finally obtained the first batch of stable samples.

It was a mass of suspended silver-blue light that seemed to have a heartbeat.

He called it the "Magic Rewriting Seed."

He knew that as long as he fused the Seed with his own Life Code, he could gradually reshape his body.

This meant he would become the first human to achieve magical Self-evolution.

The night was quiet as he sat before his desk.

The quill before him glided across the parchment, writing a new title—

Self-Bloodline Modification Plan: Phase One.

He raised his hand and watched the drop of faintly glowing blood flowing across his palm.

It was his own blood, purified by an Alchemical Array and shimmering with a gentle yet icy blue light.

He said softly, "From this moment on, I will be the experimental subject."

Moonlight streamed through the window onto his face, illuminating those calm, almost terrifying eyes.

Beneath that calm lay a fervent obsession with the unknown, as well as an absolute faith in order.

He did not want to become a god.

He merely wanted to prove—

That the boundary between gods and humans had never existed.

He closed his notebook and looked toward the night sky.

The clouds were torn apart by the wind, and moonlight poured down, sharp as cold iron.

Ian murmured:

"Evolution is not a betrayal of humanity, but the continuation of human existence."

The candlelight flickered faintly, reflecting off the side of his face.

Deep within the Alchemical device, the orb of light pulsed slowly, like another heartbeat beginning to awaken.