Chapter 50: Fight to Submission—The Ultimate Biological Gene

“What are you so scared of? Come on, little kitty, let’s have some fun!”

Max’s grin was strained and twisted, not out of intent, but because his facial muscles no longer obeyed him. Every time he tried to smile, what came out was a savage, menacing grimace.

The electricity coursing through his body filled him with absolute confidence. Power—endless, surging power.

Boom!

Just his starting sprint produced a sonic boom. His fist, wrapped in crackling lightning, swung mercilessly at Garfield’s tiger head.

The primal instincts of the oversized cat flared under the crushing sense of danger. Even with its enhanced feline reflexes, it could only catch a blur of the charging bull-headed Max.

No chance to dodge—then take it head-on!

Garfield began reinforcing its skull—bones thickened, armored plating layered over, everything hard was brought to the surface. Its tiger head was now a living battering ram.

And over that: a layer of bone armor made from Ultimate Biology—stronger than steel.

A head that could smash nails flat.

Thud!

A deep, echoing impact. The sound reverberated—inside its own skull.

Sound good? Good sound = good head.

The four-meter-long tiger was smashed into the ground. The punch wind alone caved in the ground beneath by a full meter.

Garfield’s skull shattered!

All seven layers of bone and keratin shielding crumbled.

Clutching its head, it thrashed in pain, howling and rolling wildly. Poor stupid Garfield still didn’t know how to disable its pain receptors, so it could only suffer.

“AAAHHH! IT HURTS!”

Max ignored the wailing, flailing cat. He clenched his fist and heard his joints crack and pop. That punch? Barely made his hand tingle.

Felt like he hadn’t even tried—and Garfield went down.

“This body’s purity is insane! I just crushed Ultimate Biology bone armor barehanded and didn’t even flinch.”

He recalled the sensation—his punch had been cloaked in golden energy. That must have been why it didn’t hurt.

With a casual wave, he summoned a full-body mirror he’d bought days ago.

He hadn’t checked his reflection since transforming, only seen shadowy outlines with bull horns. Now was a good time to see the truth.

And what he saw shocked him—his pupils contracted.

In the mirror stood a hulking brute with a demonic face. Thick upper body, narrow lower body, bull horns, a snorting nose—recognizable at once:

“Holy shit—I’m a Lororuo!”

The genes were clearly from Mamaka—no wonder he was this powerful.

[Note: The Lororuo are a race from the animated series Star Journey. Famous across the galaxy for their bloodlust and strength, they specialize in system-wide warfare and possess the innate ability to channel their entire body’s power into weapons. Even a twig becomes unbreakable in their hands. With golden horns, they can fuse into a War God Protector.]

“No wonder that golden energy felt so intense. It’s way harder to control than electric propulsion.”

He plucked a branch and began infusing it with the golden energy.

“War God Weapon—Horn Blade!”

The stick twisted and reshaped, turning into a brass-colored horn-shaped sword.

Curious, Max tested the blade—just brushing it nicked his finger.

Magic activated, a glass vial appeared in his hand, and he collected the blood. Good genes shouldn’t be wasted.

“ROAR—AGAIN!”

Garfield was back on his feet. Despite the pain, he wasn’t backing down.

This time, he grew wings—feathery and wide. A flying tiger now, his mobility boosted dramatically.

He shot through the air, aiming straight for Max.

“Stupid cat. You think I can’t reach you in the sky? I’m fast!”

Legs coiled, Max launched like a cannonball, horns aimed at Garfield mid-air.

Garfield dodged, but forgot: Max had a weapon.

Slash, slash— two strikes, and the wings were gone, cleaved off like tofu.

Garfield crashed to the ground.

“Oww! You cheated! You’ve got a weapon!”

“Don’t be dumb. Your claws and fangs are weapons too. And if you lost your wings, why didn’t you morph into a bird instead? Adapt, idiot.”

“It’s not the same—claws and teeth are part of me!”

“You wanna play that game? This sword’s part of me too. Watch!”

He dissolved the golden energy, and the weapon turned back into a brittle stick.

“That stick is a weapon!”

Garfield glared at it, wary.

“What? Scared of a twig? Ha! Fine, I won’t use it. Let’s go again.”

“Bring it!”

Garfield morphed—tiger standing upright, with muscular limbs like a wrestler.

“Max, I learned that punch of yours. Time to test it out!”

Wrapped in lightning, Garfield’s paw swung toward Max, mirroring Max’s own move from earlier.

“Let’s go!”

He looked up at the tiger, grinning. This was the brawl he’d wanted—pure, brutal.

Fist met paw. Again. And again. The speed rose. Wind howled from each strike.

Then—crack! Garfield’s arm bones snapped under pressure.

“Oww! What the hell?!”

Retreating in pain, he clutched his arm, confused. He’d reinforced it with bone armor!

Should’ve been a draw, maybe even an overpower. Why did he break?

Blow after blow had started clearing the madness in his eyes. His grumpy face twisted into one of aggrieved confusion.

“That’s what happens when you mix special abilities and technique,” Max said, grinning with that evil Lororuo smile. “Wanna learn? I’ll teach you.”

Garfield panicked at the smile and turned back into a cat, flopping on the ground in submission.

“Attaboy. Stick with me, and I’ll have your back. Now say it: ‘Boss!’”

“Boss!” (cute.jpg)

“Nice. That’s worth it. Now, lick the wound—get a taste of that powerful gene.”

He held out his cut finger.

“Okay.”

Garfield gently licked it. The flavor triggered an Ultimate Biological instinct—delicious.

He almost went in for a bite—until Max flicked his forehead hard.

“Just a taste! You trying to chomp me? Transform now!”

The Ultimate Biological gene modification kicked in. Garfield became a Lororuo clone—minus the spirit. His eyes were dull, posture lazy.

Max, however, was thrilled. “Let’s try something!”

He tossed the stick back. “Hold this. Focus all your power into it. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Okay!”

Garfield did as told, channeling all his energy—ZAP.

Max jolted and smoked.

“Goddammit! I meant the golden energy, not lightning!”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“Cough—just do it right!”

Golden light flowed. Garfield turned into energy and fused with the stick.

Max absorbed it all. His legs sprouted metal greaves. A giant gauntlet formed over his arm. His muscles swelled.

“War God Protector!”

A casual swipe of his massive hand kicked up a tornado.

“Heh, not bad. Once we get cloning tech, we’ll make a bunch of these. Garfield’s fusion material list—locked in.”

Meanwhile—Arctic Glacier, Fortress of Solitude.

Superman arrived with half a mutant rat, stepping into his genetic research lab.

Hologram-AI Jor-El appeared beside him, guiding the analysis.

“Incredible! Absolutely incredible! These genes can switch forms… it’s a miracle!”

To Kal-El, maybe not shocking. But to a Kryptonian scientist, this was a breakthrough.

If they could master this gene, Kryptonians could evolve—survive anywhere!

Terrifying implications. In Kryptonian history, only one creature ever matched infinite evolution: Doomsday.

But Doomsday had no mind—just endless death and rebirth, each time growing stronger.

Scientists once tried to isolate the gene—always failed.

Not because they couldn’t extract it, but because anyone exposed turned into a Doomsday—like a virus.

Now, this “Ultimate Biological” gene revived the hope for infinite growth without madness.

“Jor, you look happy,” Superman noted, surprised by the usually calm AI’s enthusiasm.

“Yes, Kal. I am. You may have found Krypton’s future.”

“You mean that gene?”

Jor-El began his tale:

“Yes. Long ago, Kryptonian scientists tried to develop a gene that could adapt to all environments. They succeeded—but also failed.

The result was Doomsday.

Mindless. Indestructible. Ever-evolving.

They were thrilled—until every test subject infected by the gene turned into another Doomsday.

Like a virus.

Eventually, the Council saw the danger and exterminated him—thousands of years ago.”