My Wives Are Too Overpowered

A week later.

'Focus, Focus, Focus, Alex.'

Alexander was sitting in a meditative position and focusing on his index finger's anatomy.

Relying on recovery potions and pills, he didn't sleep for the whole week and cultivated and worked as hard as he could.

Today, he was finally seeing some results and a picture of his own finger was starting to formulate, slowly but steadily.

The cartoonish image from the textbook had long faded and a blurry picture of his finger was appearing in his mind.

It took Alex roughly four hours to actually have the blur clear up and get his index finger on full focus.

Once it was present, he tried moving his finger to see if the image in his mind could move.

It didn't.

Alex tried other ways and after an hour of hit and trial, finally had some movements in his mind's image.

'Good,' was the only comment Alex made after achieving a breakthrough.

Sighing, Alex tried to take his mind towards the molecular level to see if he could get a look at the DNA strands.

It failed instantly and Alex lost progress of the original image of his index finger.

"Ugh." Alex felt annoyed and decided to stop for today.

As he opened his eyes, as usual, there was his wife in front of him.

His annoyed emotions calmed down as he didn't want to make his wife be worried for him or accidentally take his annoyance out on her.

Melissa, feeling the changes within her husband, knew what he must be thinking of. It wasn't difficult to guess.

But, she didn't say anything and patiently waited for him to say things on his own.

Alex got up, and without saying a word, held Melissa's hand and went to the couch. He sat down with her in his embrace and putting his chin on top of her head, thought:

'When I tried to picture the molecular level, I was instantly thrown out. It's almost like…'

Alex had a revelation.

'…almost like games where access is forbidden in certain places or certain areas are locked and can only be played when you reach a certain level. Hmm…'

While Alex was lost in thoughts, Melissa took it to herself to order breakfast.

Half an hour later, Melissa's phone chimed stating the order had arrived. She raised her head up to look at her husband, only to see he was still lost in thoughts.

Shaking her head with a smile, she pinched his cheek. "Why are you so lost? It's just some measly genes. Now, let's go have some breakfast."

Alex was back to reality and nodded his head. His wife was right. He was thinking too much when things were much simpler.

After breakfast, Alex once again sat down to meditate. He didn't have hospital rounds today, just college, and decided to skip the lessons since he knew everything anyway.

Attendance was mandatory but Alex didn't care. He could always buy the Dean out and get things done. He was in an Ivy League college, not some government owned institution.

Alex only went to the hospital and completed his duties because he cared for the patients. He was a doctor and patients were his priority. He had to check up on them regularly even though at the present stage, he was just a lowly resident.

Getting back into a focused state, Alex was back to picturing his index finger. This time, instead of going to a molecular level, he decided to picture more of his fingers and then eventually his whole hand.

As he had so painstakingly made out the image of his index finger in the past week, doing the same with his others wasn't so difficult, and in just six hours, Alex was able to picture his whole hand.

Alex decided to continue and picture his left forearm as well but he felt a sharp pain on his forehead and was taken out of focus.

Opening his eyes, he saw his wife again.

Melissa was the one who had flicked his forehead and caused the sharp pain.

"Pushing yourself so hard will not only age you faster, you'll also die early." Melissa warned with a stern face.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "There's such a thing that'll happen?"

Melissa nodded. "Going against nature in any form will result in a disaster and resistance from the universe. It's better you stay careful."

Even though Melissa knew her husband had knowledge of all this, she still reminded him as might've forgotten everything after reincarnation.

Melissa could do anything but read her husband's mind. The same was the case with all of Alex's wives.

She could only read his body language, emotions, and behavior to guess what he might be thinking. 99.99% of her guesses were usually correct because she had spent a lot of time with Alex, and now knew what must be going on in his head, thereby suggesting the thing about resistance.

Alex was dumbfounded with the statement from his wife. He did not know about such a resistance!

"Wifey, but I am just getting to know my own body that nature made. How is this going against it?" Alex questioned.

Melissa smiled. "Honey, you aren't supposed to know about your body. Believe it or not, nature kept it hidden for a reason. Even the strongest Blessed in this world doesn't know— oops, I might've said a bit too much here. Okay, no more talks."

She got up and walked towards the kitchen. Waving her hand, she said, "figure things out on your own, darling. I am not going to say more. Also, dinner is ready. Wash yourself and come to the dining table."

Alex shook his head with a smile. At this point, he was pretty sure his wife was a God. Which God, what power, what abilities, that, he didn't know.

'Should I ask her to bless me?' Alex had a fleeting thought, but then shook his head with a smile.

He didn't need no God's blessing. His goal was to explore the untapped human potential within the genes and then to become an immortal through it.

He wasn't sure if he could become an immortal even if all his genes were unlocked, but one thing he was sure of…

Alex got up and stretched.

Looking at the distance, he said with a smile:

"…it's going to be really fun."