Life Code

The final scene of the werewolf experiment froze on the screen, the blood analysis graphs flickering like a storm.

Lin An Alvin leaned back in his chair, his brow deeply furrowed.

After a Muggle became a werewolf, genetic mutations did indeed occur within their body, yet there was still no measurable magical response.

He could sense that he was only one step away from the truth, yet he always lacked that last invisible breakthrough.

He pondered in silence for a long while, then suddenly rose and turned toward another storage room.

It was the potion room. Hundreds of bottles and jars stood neatly arranged, their labels bearing the names of various potions—some held half a bottle of residue, while others had long since been emptied.

He searched carefully and finally found a transparent white vial on the top shelf, filled with a liquid that flowed like molten gold.

The name beneath the label glimmered faintly—Felix Felicis.

It was the "liquid Luck" he had brewed himself.

Lin An smiled faintly, did not hesitate, and tipped his head back to drain the potion in one gulp.

Warm golden light flowed down his throat, then spread throughout his body.

An indescribable sense of confidence surged over him like a tide.

He knew that he was now on Fate's "optimal path."

He returned to the laboratory and waved his wand again.

A flash of light appeared, and a dark wizard was teleported onto the experimental table—

This time, it was not a Muggle, but a captured wizard.

Lin An had the werewolf bite him, then swiftly separated the two and sent the dark wizard into the analysis chamber.

He brought up the data and watched intently.

On the screen, the double-helix structure slowly rotated.

Suddenly, a faint energy wave flickered across the image—it was an extremely subtle magical disturbance, almost impossible to detect.

"Found it."

Lin An's heart suddenly tightened.

He magnified the focus, trying to capture the shape of that energy.

But the instrument could not identify it. All the data remained blank.

He narrowed his eyes, suddenly recalling something.

"Dementors are invisible to Muggles... perhaps machines cannot see magic either."

Although the equipment had been modified with magic, it was still fundamentally a product of technology.

If that energy belonged to the realm of "spirituality," then it naturally could not be observed.

Lin An took a deep breath and put away his wand.

"Looks like I need a different approach."

He cast every spell related to "vision":

From the most basic heightened perception charm to the Spiritual Vision he had personally developed, the latter being a new spell he had formulated after dissecting the eyeballs of countless magical creatures.

Runes flickered in his eyes, and his pupils turned silver.

When his gaze fell upon that spot once more—

He saw an entirely different world.

It was a strange space woven from symbols, light, and totems.

Countless symbols and lines floated in the air like an endless stream of text.

Those symbols sometimes shimmered like flowing water, sometimes fell like stars.

He focused his gaze and finally recognized familiar shapes—

They were Ancient Runes.

While at Hogwarts, he had studied Ancient Runes under Professor Babbling. He had also corresponded with many researchers for years and had long since mastered the subject.

He immediately took out a notebook and swiftly recorded and interpreted those "words."

Several hours later, the result nearly left him unable to breathe.

This was not an ordinary language, but a structural code that existed deep within life itself.

He called it—the Life Code.

It was the foundation of all life, composed of three parts:

Body, soul, and bloodline.

The body corresponded to DNA and determined a person's form and physiological traits;

The soul determined consciousness and spiritual capacity;

And bloodline was the core of magic.

Lin An's eyes shone with excitement.

"Finally... I found it."

He discovered that Muggles also possessed Life Codes, but their "bloodline segment" was completely blank, while their soul portion was exceedingly weak.

This meant that the difference between them and wizards lay not in their organs or intelligence, but in whether they possessed bloodlines.

His mind raced.

If he could modify the "bloodline segment," could he allow Muggles to gain magic?

Or—make a wizard's bloodline stronger?

He could not help thinking of several examples.

Voldemort's Parseltongue talent originated from Salazar Slytherin's bloodline;

And after Harry Potter had been invaded by a fragment of the Dark Lord's soul, he had gained the same ability.

This proved that there was a transferable connection between bloodline and soul.

"Bloodline... is not merely inheritance, but an extension of the soul."

As if enlightened, Lin An immediately turned back to the experimental table and continued his deductions.

Then a problem arose:

If the Life Code truly existed, how could he modify it?

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

Alchemy? Too crude.

Potions? They could not penetrate to the genetic level.

Runes? They could record, but could not alter.

Then, an idea struck him—

Transfiguration.

Transfiguration could directly alter the structure of matter, while human Transfiguration could reversibly reorganize the form of life.

In theory, it could absolutely reach the Life Code.

He moved quickly, securing the dark wizard to the dissection table.

The experiment began.

Lin An took a deep breath, focused his mind, and used Transfiguration to try touching that string of bloodline code.

He felt a strange connection, as though his soul had resonated with that wizard's "life structure."

He tried to gently alter one of the symbols.

The next second—

The wizard's body convulsed violently, blood spraying from his ears, nose, and mouth.

A few seconds later, he collapsed to the floor, utterly lifeless.

Lin An stepped closer to inspect him and discovered that the man's DNA had completely collapsed, his Life Code torn apart.

His brow furrowed tightly. After a long silence, he lightly waved his wand.

The corpse was sent to the incineration area, and new experimental material was teleported in.

"Looks like Transfiguration's intervention is too violent.

I need to find a more precise method."

He placed another werewolf on the experimental table and began a new attempt.

Again and again, failure followed failure.

Yet his gaze only grew firmer.

"No matter how many times... I will unravel the truth of life."

He murmured softly, his fingertips brushing over the silver screen.

The chain formed from ancient runes flickered before him,

As though awaiting a future to be deciphered.