Inside the sterile, reinforced depths of his private research chamber, surrounded by sleek medical equipment, advanced bio-scanners, and holographic projection panels displaying constantly shifting molecular diagrams, Cian Archdemon stood shirtless before the diagnostic table, his small yet unnaturally flawless body reflecting the sterile light of the room as faint, thin incisions marked his arms, chest, and legs—evidence not of injury from battle, but precise, calculated self-experimentation performed with terrifying calm and flawless control, his cold grey eyes scanning the real-time projections of his evolving muscle fibers, enhanced neural pathways, and reinforced skeletal tissues, each microscopic change a direct result of his lawful biological evolution triggered through constant usage, combat strain, and discomfort-driven stimulation, while the sweet, teasing, robotic voice of the Divine System whispered quietly in his mind, "Observation… neural conductivity has improved by twenty-three percent… cellular regeneration rate increased within lawful boundaries… His Highness continues to defy biological inefficiency… how utterly monstrous," yet Cian's face remained unreadable, his sharp mind fully occupied dissecting the intricate feedback from his internal scans as he flexed his fingers, rotated his joints, and activated the muscle groups within his evolving limbs, feeling with quiet satisfaction how his biological responses had refined silently, unnoticed by the world, his self-administered tests confirming faster reaction speeds, sharper control, and more efficient energy usage, all gained without violating universal rules, without the need for flashy displays or reckless mutations, for in his world, evolution was silent, lawful, and terrifyingly precise, and as he methodically stitched the faint incisions closed with near-surgical precision, the faint, clinical scent of sterilization lingering in the air, he understood clearly—his body was becoming the perfect vessel for quiet, calculated dominance, and no one in the Beastmaster Kingdom, academy, or beyond truly grasped just how far the young prince's monstrous curiosity and self-forged evolution would carry him.
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Say "Next scene now" if you want the systematic merged next event — such as his public return at an academy event, terrifying everyone silently.