Chapter 001: The Mimic!
It was raining that day.
In a remote alley, a young man lay on the ground, his eyes dazed and body covered in wounds. His clothes were already soaked by the rain.
Tap.
Tap.
Footsteps echoed.
A figure approached through the puddles and stopped in front of the young man.
The young man forced his eyes open. Before him stood a man in his early twenties. "Let me guess—you’re in trouble."
"...Uh." The young man choked, unable to form a complete sentence.
Chen Ye crouched down and pulled out a vial of cyan liquid. "Saving a life is worth seven levels of virtue. Someone as kind as me is rare these days."
"Kid, want to live?"
Boom!
Thunder roared as lightning split the sky.
The flash illuminated Chen Ye’s back, while rain pelted the young man’s face.
He bit his lip. "Yes..."
"Drink this."
Chen Ye tossed the vial and turned to leave.
The young man struggled to sit up and grabbed the cyan liquid.
This color...
Whatever. It didn’t matter anymore.
He exhaled sharply, yanked off the cap, and gulped it down.
Gulp, gulp.
"Cough! Cough!"
Fishy!
Bitter!
It tasted like drinking fish mucus mixed with bile!
"Ugh... Gack!"
He retched but vomited nothing. Then, his body began to convulse and twist violently!
"Ah... What’s...?!"
"ARGHH!!!"
...
Across the street, under an eave.
Chen Ye recorded observations on his phone. "Hmm. Based on its reaction, it probably won’t kill anyone."
"Second attempt: deep-sea fish + black dog blood mixture. Resulting liquid cyan. Post-ingestion, subject develops scales, gills, and skeletal deformities in the spine and ribs."
"Additional traits unknown. Initial test environment: rainy conditions."
"Designation No.002: Deep Dweller."
"That’s enough notes for now."
"No.001, look after our new friend."
He pocketed his phone and walked away.
After he left, a raven perched on the rooftop yawned and flapped into the alley.
"Such a hassle. I’m not a babysitter."
...
In an old apartment opposite the Beiling City Police Station.
Chen Ye hung up his raincoat and stepped inside. "Rainy seasons are perfect. Buy cigarettes, pick up a lab rat—all in one trip."
He slipped into slippers and entered the kitchen.
Inside sat a demon-faced black amphora, with fish scales scattered on the cutting board nearby.
Chen Ye scrolled through his phone.
"About a month ago, I bought this amphora from a street vendor. Two weeks later, my parrot fell into it... and vanished."
"Pouring out the contents revealed only a pool of blood-like fluid."
"No DNA detected. By all definitions, it shouldn’t be blood."
"Later, I fed the fluid to a hamster. It grew gray wings and mimicked human speech like a parrot."
"Then, I tossed the hamster into the amphora. Like the parrot, it dissolved into the same fluid."
That sparked a bold idea.
He threw in a sheep’s brain, a chameleon, and a silkworm pupa, then mixed the resulting liquid with the hamster’s remains and fed it to his last pet—a raven.
The raven developed remarkable intelligence, its feathers turning sleek and shell-like.
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But no further changes occurred.
Chen Ye began teaching it extensively.
The raven learned human language in seven days, holding fluent conversations. Five days later, something unimaginable happened.
The raven transformed into Chen Ye’s likeness!
Yes—it became human!
But only briefly.
At first, Chen Ye found it amusing. Until one morning, he found the raven, now in his form, gaming at his computer.
To an outsider, its appearance, tone, and mannerisms were indistinguishable from his own.
The mimicry had reached perfection.
For the first time, Chen Ye felt genuine fear.
"If experiments spiral out of control, they become suicidal gambles."
"Unless... I become part of the experiment."
Thus, his first masterpiece was born:
**Designation No.001: The Mimic.**
His second human trial aimed to test the serum’s effects—without risking himself.
"Currently, outcomes are optimistic. No fatalities yet."
"The raven remains loyal, raised by me for three years. But wild creatures? Unpredictable."
"Still, prepare for the worst."
"If my monsters revolt, I’ll be the first casualty."
Chen Ye pondered, then created a new file on his phone:
**Designation No.000: God.**
"God isn’t an entity but a concept—an existence beyond human comprehension. Unfathomable, indescribable, omnipotent."
"Let this be the goal. Hope I don’t turn into some abyssal octopus."
Chen Ye returned to his bedroom, lit a cigarette, and slumped at his desk.
"But... why did those ingredients grant the raven human transformation? What’s the mechanism?"
"Does it tap into conceptual forces?"
"Parrot + hamster, sheep brain + chameleon + pupa."
"Parrots mimic speech, chameleons change color, pupae symbolize metamorphosis. Conceptually, they enable transformation?"
"Would bat-based serum create vampires?"
"Worth testing..."
"If true, this amphora could forge mythical beings."
"No mystical creatures exist here? Then I’ll create them."
...
Outside, rain continued.
A scaled man lurched through the alley, his bulbous eyes bulging grotesquely.
He stared at his slimy, webbed hands and arm scales, screaming nonstop.
"I... I’m a monster?!"
"A dream... This must be a nightmare! Fake!"
"Lies! All lies!"
His clawed, finned hands twitched. His hunched frame, widened ribs, and curved spine made him barely human.
"Annoying."
A raspy voice sounded behind him. The fish-man whirled around.
"Who’s there?!"
Only a rain-drenched raven stood there.
"Stop looking. It’s me. We’re the same."
The raven’s feathers expanded, bones crackling as its form shifted.
In seconds, it became a black-robed girl.
"I am the Mimic. Designation No.001."
...
**Designation No.001: The Mimic (Raven Mimic)**
*Author’s Note: This story features chaotic battles among monsters. The protagonist swiftly ascends to an invincible observer role—not due to rushed power scaling, but as a narrative necessity. Future creations will form factions, warring independently. To the protagonist, their struggles are mere games. Lives, emotions, and stories mean nothing to "Him."*