Reborn To Squander As A Prodigal

Chapter 3: Gene Potion

After accepting his fate, Zavier understood the essence of hitting the iron whilst its hot.

The system hasn’t issued any mission yet and he believed strongly that the mission will be issued at any second.

So, he started focusing on other matters he had set aside, simply enthralled by the mission that popped out from nowhere, unexpectedly.

Zavier managed to find the timeline he returned to.

It was a month before his twenty-fourth birthday and he hasn’t started playing with the bad friends who influenced him to stray on the right path.

With the timeline captured, it made it easy for him to recall the future events that had great impact not just on him but everyone around him.

That was the second golden finger. As long as he utilizes that information well, he might soar higher and perhaps not become a waste. But that could wait until he checks how effective the gene potion, he was given works.

With that in mind, he claimed the potion from the inventory which was also a storage space and a small vial with green liquid appeared in his palm.

“Very strange!” he murmured as he scanned the vial.

After checking the vial and not finding anything that he could understand, he started making preparations to consume it.

Following novels logic, whenever such was consumed, the body will cleanse itself and that can get messy. With that in mind, he, who treasured the set of pajamas he was wearing, stripped himself bare, exposing his body he had taken great care of.

Zavier wouldn’t boast that he had a perfect body like the one Valen has.

Unlike him, who has a toned belly without any abs, Valen has an eight pack which had always made Zavier envy him so much.

Zavier was 1,73m tall and Valen was around 1,87m there if he wasn’t mistaken.

In life, Zavier had made Valen his benchmark and failed miserably each single time but in this new life, he wasn’t going to torture himself anymore.

He was him and there was no way that he could be someone else. With that thought in mind, he continued to observe his current condition, so that after taking the potion, he would understand where the most changes happened.

Zavier couldn’t be considered muscular or lean, he was in the middle which wasn’t bad. His short black hair was neat, though not that lush, but it was better than many.

His skin wasn’t in perfect condition, at times he has these acne outbreaks that he didn’t know how to deal with. He would lock himself for days whenever that happens and the family was already used. He just hoped that after taking the potion, he would say goodbye to that.

Now, the most important thing. Zavier looked at his junior and didn’t know whether to be impressed or depressed.

It was one of the many reasons why he didn’t date again in the previous life. Every time he thought of stripping down and face the girl, he had this inferiority complex that made him just want to pull up his zip.

He was average and yet when he looked at himself, he felt like he was very small.

Now that he thought about it, it was probably Valen problem again. He compared too much and suffered a mental hit.

Anyway, regardless of that shadow or not, Zavier wished to see his junior better and bigger. He didn’t want to live as a monk in this life.

After assessing his current state, he took a deep breath and chugged the potion down before rushing to the shower side where he opened the shower and the warm water started hitting his body, in preparation of whatever was to come.

And surely, he did well to prepare.

‘It’s hot! It hurts!’ Zavier gritted his teeth as he held onto the tiled walls as he felt his body so scorching hot, it was as if he was being steamed in a sauna at the highest level.

As if the heat wasn’t enough, his whole body was in pain as he felt like he was being torn into several pieces.

He was reminded of the vivid pain usually described when a criminal was being torn into pieces by horses.

He was being stretched and he could hear the cracking of bones.

‘Don’t close your eyes! Don’t fall!’

But no matter the pain and the torture, Zavier continued to hold onto his dear life. He was afraid that if he closes his eyes, he might never open them again.

So, he endured the pain. He didn’t know how long it was but it felt like centuries until the pain finally receded and once the pain was gone, it was as if nothing happened.

“Haha,” he couldn’t help but laugh dejectedly as he tried to stand firmly but his shaking legs wouldn’t allow him.

Zavier decided not to rush but took a while to calm down and once he was feeling much better, gradually stood up.

The first thing he did was to rinse his body first to get rid of the slimy substances still hanging onto his skin.

He had shed the old and dirty skin and his skin was smoother than before. It made him fell in love.

As he rubbed the bathing gel on his stomach, his hands froze as he felt the six good bumps that weren’t there previously.

His eyes lit up as he realized what those were. He looked down and upon seeing the abs he had always wanted and yet failed to get no matter how intense the training was. Zavier was so happy that like a child he jumped happily and, in the process, came face to face with something that made his jaws drop to the ground.

“Holy Moly! What is this?” Zavier exclaimed in shock as he looked at the vigorous junior that looked twice the original size.

He couldn’t help but reached his hand to touch it and when he did, he stood there frozen for a moment before his eyes brightened up and lips curled upwards.

“Haha, I am now a man among men. I no longer have to fear taking off my pants!” he laughed out heartily as he looked lovingly at the junior that would make any other man envious.

He no longer had to remain in the shadow of Valen. He should be similar in size with his oldest brother, right?

Suddenly, he was looking forward to popping his cherry.

He would need to brush his studies, lest he gets lucky. He wouldn’t want to be a two minutes noodle when it was time for business.

Brimming with happiness, Zavier quickly took a shower, wrapped himself with a towel and walked towards the mirror to give himself another check.

He took off the towel and spent five minutes admiring his new look. He didn’t know if he was mistaken but he looked as if he had grown taller.

‘I will need to measure myself again!’ he thought as he continued to look.

His hair had grown a little bit longer, lush and darker but not very alarming which was good. It would be very scary if he were to leave his room and meet anyone who would start asking questions. He wasn’t one who wear wigs. He didn’t want to have any problems or be suspected.

As for the skin, it felt very smooth to the touch but he wasn’t sure about the outbreak. He would wait and see as time goes on.

With all the changes checked, Zavier dried his body and threw the wet towel aside before leaving the bathroom in his naked glory heading towards the closet.

It was just morning and as someone who doesn’t work, he didn’t have to wake up. He was too free.

Zavier looked at the clothes in his closet and nodded with satisfaction. Although he tried to play the pig while thinking he was a tiger, which he wasn’t. He had never wronged himself when it came to clothing.

His clothes were all descent and of quality.

‘What should I wear?’

As he pondered what to wear, as someone who had always considered his face, he got a surprise visit from the system which had gone AWOL a while ago.