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Philip was busy assembling the documents necessary for his application to beca chair in the research facility.

As he prepared to submit his paperwork, a commotion erupted in the main hall, accompanied by the panic-stricken cries of the

researchers.

Rushing to the scene, Philip discovered a figure restrained by a thick chain. The captive appeared to be in his late teens, with fiery

red eyes emanating a fierce hostility.

Despite being hit with a tranquilizer, the young man did not fall; instead, he bared his teeth and snarled at the approaching

scientists.

A frown creased Philip's brow until Isaac approached him.

"This is one of the latest 'superweapons' developed by our research, don't let his youthful appearance fool you. He's taken the lives

of at least a thousand people."

A thousand people?

Isaac's lips curled into a smile. "Shocking, right? The researchers locked him up with thousands of other kids in a basement room.

Only those who survived seven levels of challenges made it out alive, and he's the sole survivor. They've monitored him and

estimated that he's killed about one thousand and one hundred people. His genes have been modified; his bare hands can tear a

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The research facility was truly crossing into the realms of the macabre.

"Tear apart with bare hands? Is that even possible?"

gentle, yet his gaze on the chained young man was filled with

are warrior nations in history, every citizen a born fighter, and

average human. The boy before you is a monster, an amalgamation of

from one individual to

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

wider. "He's the ultimate weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms, each

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

If he becpresident, could he take this 'weapon' out for

also been implanted with an aggression gene; he's hostile towards others and

master."

"Who's his master?"

just a prototype for now, without an owner.

he ends up

With such a weapon, eliminating rivals like lan

yet to decide who would

a trace of regret in

men had already infiltrated the

disguised as a refugee along

a sanctuary for refugees, no matter their

lan received a room number and was

square feet, with a private bathroom—a paradise for

didn't touch anything inside. Instead, he stood

for many years. There were only so many buildings in total.

always been empty rooms. This showed that the number of people in it had been decreasing.

gone, no one knew

was very bad. After all, many people had lived in this room. He was standing in

up a conversation

neighbor, who had been there for

right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"