Cynthia stared at him for a few minutes before her lips slightly pursed.

"Do you hone yours skills and strength just to bully others?"

"Cynthia, I..."

He simply couldn't accept it. Why should she care about the weak? If they were gone, they were gone.

"Kneel."

That was all Cynthia said, but her face was heavy with gravity.

"Do you know why I've always refused to teach you medicine? It's because you lack any compassion for the vulnerable. You even

find joy in instilling fear in others. Kid, you've got a wicked streak."

The words "wicked streak" seemed to etch themselves deep within him.

In the dead of night, he would wake up to hear Cynthia repeating those words.

Wicked streak, wicked streak.

How dared Cynthia speak of him that way? He was determined to learn medicine and to excel at it.

The thought was rooted in his mind, along with a crazier idea: he would make Cynthia regret her words.

Afterward, Cynthia becbusier, until one day, she returned, battered and bruised, still intent on taking him away.

"Phelps, BK isn't the place for you. It's too dark here, and it twists you more every day. Cwith me."

At that moment, looking into her eyes, he saw her unwavering resolve. She genuinely seemed to want a normal life and had

worked hard for it.

He couldn't understand why anyone would strive for the ordinary when everyone wanted to be extraordinary.

"My daughter is adorable, you'd like her too."

The encounters with Cynthia were few, and each tthey met, his only wish

about his strength but

She had a daughter?

then

attention, subconsciously seeing her as a

of him.

would always ask,

happy. His joy cfrom

that, she wouldn't want to hear it. She'd probably describe him

the one with the wicked streak,

she who brought him into the organization, yet refused to

way out,

who these assailants were, maybe other members of the organization or a

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lure them away and

bleeding

it was just an excuse. She detested him so much that

found her trying to make her way

inside told him Cynthia wasn't coming back for him. She never cared for him, and perhaps she was

by in her

help her; instead, he

men with guns, who demanded to know if

as if they wanted

he betrayed

had discarded him, then she

"She's over there."

he was thrown

that Cynthia betrayed BK and took the jellyfish seal. The organization was

hunt her

wanted woman in

was to kill her

him; it was what

that no matter how many

words "wicked streak”

long after Cynthia disappeared, he learned of his own origins and

are

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