Dimensional Overseer: I Can Manipulate DNA!
Chapter 64 – Dimensional Biology (Part 1)

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 – Dimensional Biology (Part 1)

Chapter 64 – Dimensional Biology (Part 1)

"Hmm... What an interesting name," Zane muttered, staring at the glowing label on his map. "Draco. Is that supposed to be the founder or something? What do you think, Dia?"

"Indeed," Dia replied in her ever-monotone voice. "Draco is the founder of this facility, as well as all other training institutions across the No-Dimensions. He provided safe, structured places for aspiring knights to train and improve. He is revered as one of the greatest figures in knighthood history."

"I see... One of the founders, huh?"

Zane’s voice trailed off as his thoughts drifted. ’From what I’ve heard, the Founders were the first people ever accepted by the dimensions. They became knights long before anyone else. Some say they transcended this reality entirely—basically gods walking among us... Or used to walk amongst us, I guess.’

"Are the founders still alive?" he asked aloud, still thinking. "I mean, if they became gods, wouldn’t that make them immortal?"

"I do not possess that information," Dia replied flatly.

"...Figured."

Zane rolled his eyes and continued toward the facility’s gates.

The building ahead stood out like a relic of a forgotten era, rising proudly amid the sleek and futuristic cityscape. Its architectural style was vastly different—less like a school, more like a royal castle from an ancient kingdom. Ornate spires, arched windows, and intricate carvings gave it a timeless elegance. While the surrounding city gleamed with metallic towers and shimmering glass, this place exuded history and power.

People came and went through the massive front gates—mostly candidates like himself. Zane slowed as he reached the entrance, eyeing the crowd.

Most were smiling, chatting excitedly with one another. Their eyes sparkled with eagerness, full of ambition and curiosity. But what caught Zane’s attention were the subtle divides forming within the group.

Here and there, he noticed individuals who didn’t look quite human. Different skin tones, alien eyes, limbs shaped in unnatural ways. They were clearly from other realms. And almost without exception, they stayed grouped among their own kind—separate from the humans.

The tension wasn’t loud or aggressive, but it was there. The lines had already begun to form. It didn’t take a genius to understand that they were wary of the humans, as they were the big majority. The risk of relaxing around them was not worth it, as the looks the humans gave them were nothing short of wild.

’No segregation, he said. Everyone’s equal here, he said...’ Zane scoffed to himself. ’What a joke.’

He shook his head and walked through the gates.

"Where’s my class, Dia?" he asked.

"Third floor of the main building. Class 42."

"Roger that."

Zane crossed the paved courtyard and headed toward the largest structure within the grounds—a towering building nestled in the heart of a beautifully maintained garden. Sculpted bushes and flowering vines framed the walkways, and statues of armored warriors lined the paths like silent guardians.

Each statue was crafted with incredible detail, portraying legendary figures mid-battle—striking heroic poses against monsters frozen in time. Their weapons glinted in the sunlight, and their expressions burned with resolve.

Zane slowed his pace, glancing at them one by one.

’They look like the sketches I used to make...’ he thought. ’Terrible sketches... but I was proud of them back then.’

Turning away, he found himself facing the centerpiece of the garden—a large marble fountain with a towering statue at its center.

This one was different.

A single man stood atop the pedestal. Long, flowing hair. A sharp, intense gaze. A prominent scar marked his cheek, and in his hand, he held a greatsword pointed toward the sky.

"Hmm..." Zane tilted his head slightly. "This is Draco, isn’t it?"

"Indeed, Zane," Dia confirmed.

"Yeah, figured he’d get the biggest, prettiest statue."

He stared up at the man’s chiseled features. The expression carved into the stone was so cold, so resolute, that it sent a chill down his spine.

’He looks... serious. Weird vibe.’

Shrugging it off, Zane continued past the fountain and into the main building.

The interior was just as elegant as the outside. Vast halls stretched in every direction, polished stone floors gleaming beneath stained-glass chandeliers. Ornate tapestries and paintings lined the walls, each one depicting scenes from epic battles or pivotal moments in dimensional history. A refreshing breeze wafted through the corridors, cooling his skin from the outside heat. The air even smelled like lilacs and lavender.

’Not bad. Fancy enough to impress a noble.’

He climbed the grand staircase to the third floor and quickly found the door to Class 42. Stepping inside, he saw a spacious lecture hall with neatly arranged rows of wooden desks, each carved from dark, high-quality timber. The room had an old-fashioned charm to it—traditional, yet timeless.

A few other students were already seated. Zane recognized some of them but didn’t bother acknowledging anyone. He simply walked in, found a free seat near the back, and sat down.

A few heads turned. Whispers followed.

’Oh great. What now?’ he thought, leaning forward and resting his head against the desk. ’One of you. Just one of you. Try not to gossip for five minutes, please.’

More students trickled in over the next few minutes, until the room was full. Then, a bell rang throughout the building, marking the start of class.

The door opened again, and in walked their instructor.

She was an older woman, perhaps in her fifties, with a strict, angular face and hair tied in a neat bun. She wore a long robe with silver trimmings, and her gaze swept across the class like a hawk.

"Sit down," she said curtly, though everyone already had. "I’m sure you’ve all been welcomed plenty by now, so let’s skip the fluff. You have one month to absorb as much knowledge as possible. Every second matters. My name is Miss Sel. Any questions?"

Silence.

She gave a satisfied nod.

"Good. Pull out your notes. They should be available on your devices."

"Dia, can you pull up the notes?" Zane asked quietly.

"Yes."

A second later, a translucent screen appeared in front of him. A virtual keyboard materialized on the desk below.

"Our first class will cover one of the most critical subjects in your training," Miss Sel began. "Dimensional Biology."

She picked up a piece of chalk and turned to the board.

"You will face countless creatures across dimensions. Beasts, monsters, entities beyond comprehension. It is impossible to catalog every individual species—there are simply too many. Even our largest libraries only cover a fraction."

She paused, then drew a large triangle on the board.

"So instead of memorizing specific species, we categorize them."

She tapped the base of the triangle.

"At the bottom are the Passive Preys. These creatures are the weakest in the food chain—small, harmless, usually herbivorous. Most don’t pose any threat unless provoked. They account for the largest percentage of creatures across the realms."

Zane began typing, eyes narrowing slightly.

’Passive Preys. Got it.’

"Next," she said, drawing a horizontal line higher up the triangle, "are the Active Preys. These creatures are a step above the passive ones. While they’re still hunted by predators, they possess defensive capabilities—claws, fangs, elemental abilities. They can be dangerous, especially in large numbers."

She turned, her eyes sweeping the class as she drew a final line across the top of the triangle.

"And finally... above this line, we have the true threats—the Predators."