Gene Domination: The Loli Who Devours Worlds

The moment the first Brachiosaurus Xenomorph burst from its host, it was not the beginning of a disaster, but a signal.

Three minutes after Lilith left.

Herbivore Zone A, Brachiosaur Paddock.

Six adult Brachiosauruses fell to the ground twitching almost simultaneously, their chests exploding as six narrow, slime-covered heads rose from the pools of blood, emitting sharp screeches.

They quickly devoured the remains of their hosts, their bodies swelling at a Speed visible to the naked eye, slender necks supporting hideous heads as their Exoskeletons gleamed with an oily black light in the sun.

Five minutes later.

Large amounts of viscous black blood surged from the gaps between the thick bony plates of several Stegosauruses. Their bodies were like balloons bursting from within, and Xenomorph variants with sharp bone blades protruding from them crawled out of the torn wounds.

They inherited the powerful defense of their hosts but lost some of their agility, becoming mobile siege fortresses.

Eight minutes later.

Triceratops Habitat.

Those normally docile behemoths let out a final wail. Their three sharp horns had been modified by the Xenomorphs into even more lethal head-butting weapons, and their bodies were covered in mottled black-gray Exoskeletons, resembling doomsday chariots from a wasteland world.

The Xenomorph Dinosaur Outbreak.

This was not the escape of a few individuals, nor was it a controllable laboratory accident.

This was a chain collapse of the entire ecosystem.

Those prehistoric giants once carefully bred for tourists to observe were now being transformed in batches into even more terrifying and Bloodlust killing machines.

They were not wandering aimlessly.

Every newborn Xenomorph dinosaur quickly stabilized after the brief chaos of metamorphosis, and then, they hunted.

They split into several squads, clearing out all non-parasitized dinosaurs and fleeing human tourists within the area with cold-blooded efficiency.

However, they were not the only threat in the park.

Within the bodies of dinosaurs where the Xenomorph Embryos had not yet matured, another older and more chaotic disaster was brewing.

The T-virus.

The bio-engineers of this park were clearly not satisfied with merely resurrecting dinosaurs.

They had embedded variants of multiple viruses into the genetic sequences in search of creating even more powerful beings.

And the T-virus was undoubtedly the one with the highest risk of losing control and the most unpredictable consequences.

Among the dinosaurs not parasitized by Xenomorphs, infections were completed at the same time the Xenomorphs burst out, turning them into deformed monsters with tenacious life.

The first batch of deformed zombie dinosaurs appeared near the carnivore paddocks.

An adult Tyrannosaurus Rex, originally isolated behind a reinforced electric fence, had cloudy eyes and large patches of skin peeling off, revealing the purplish-black decayed muscle and white bone beneath.

It ignored the residual heat of the electric fence, forcibly crashing through the reinforced alloy gate and charging into the crowd.

No sense of pain.

No fear.

Only the most primal, insatiable hunger for the flesh and blood of all living things.

It did not yield to the Xenomorph Triceratops it collided with, and a savage struggle of strength and madness unfolded in the middle of the main road.

Chaos began to spread step by step throughout Jurassic Park... Inside the park’s security control room, the alarm had been blaring for fifteen minutes, its sharp tone now gradually turning into static noise due to unstable voltage.

”Zone A has fallen! The Brachiosaurus herd has completely transformed and is pushing outward!”

”Zone B requests backup! A zombie Ankylosaurus has smashed through the eastern fence, the engineering team has all...”

”Xenomorphs! Xenomorphs have appeared at the Zone C cable car station! Repeat, there are at least four mature Xenomorph dinosaurs in Zone C, moving toward the Visitor Center!”

”Cleaner Squad One has lost contact! Squad Two has lost over half its members and is retreating to the main building!”

Every piece of bad news was like a heavy hammer, slamming hard against the hearts of everyone in the capital boardroom.

The high-level executives who had invested heavily in Jurassic Park now had ashen faces. They gritted their teeth as they stared at the screens showing monitoring nodes blinking out and red dots representing the life signals of security personnel.

These capitalists had invested their entire fortunes; after all, with their broad vision, they had long sensed the potential of a park combining Jurassic World with a Xenomorph theme.

However, none of them expected that the defensive walls built by the world’s top construction teams would be so vulnerable, easily allowing these creatures to escape.

This is simply a tofu-dreg project!!!

”It’s over, everything is over!”

One of them broke down, involuntarily backing away and slumping into a chair.

The situation was even more serious than they had anticipated... Meanwhile, in the underground laboratory.

”Boom—!!!”

A massive black shadow, like a cannonball, slammed into the array of precision instruments behind it. Metal deformed, glass shattered, and sparks and nutrient solution splashed everywhere.

But it immediately flipped up, its tail blade tracing a grim arc through the air, scraping sparks and dents into the metal walls.

Xenomorph Guard—Titan Tyrant.

This was a creation into which Dr. Clive had placed high hopes, merging Xenomorph genes, the absolute strength of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and the power of a Tyrant fused with the T-virus.

Its sole purpose for existence was to guard the ultimate creation deeper within—the Mosasaurus Alien Queen.

And now, it had been awakened early, executing the commands humans had programmed into it to expel all intruders.

A figure stepped slowly out of the dust.

The man was not tall, and his build couldn’t even be called burly, but every step he took caused the specially made anti-vibration alloy floor beneath his feet to dent slightly.

He raised his hand and casually wiped the blood from his face; the wound was already Healing at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

He was the strongest trump card deployed by Britain.

And his mission was simple: follow the Balancer and seize control of the Mosasaurus Alien Queen.

The Guard Xenomorph clearly had no patience to wait for its opponent to steady himself.

It pushed off with its hind legs, its claws tearing through the air, bringing a gust of wind strong enough to slice through an armored vehicle as it struck downward.

The man stepped aside, dodging the claw strike by a hair’s breadth. At the same time, his right fist swung upward from below, like a hydraulic hammer suddenly released after being charged to its limit—

”Dong!!!!!”

This punch landed solidly on the joint of the Guard Xenomorph’s soft abdominal Exoskeleton.

A visible shockwave spread from the point of impact. That beast, weighing dozens of tons, was actually sent flying sideways through the air!

It flipped twice in the air before crashing into the pile of instruments behind it, twisting and breaking the metal supports and getting half its body stuck. Dark red acidic blood seeped from the abdominal wound, dripping onto the floor and burning smoking pits.

But the Guard Xenomorph was not dead.

It didn’t even wail.

It just stared at the man with its narrow, pupil-less eye sockets, its tail blade slowly pulling out from the wreckage as it readjusted its stance.

With the power of a Tyrant combined with Xenomorph and T-virus traits, it clearly wouldn’t be killed so easily...