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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?"

demeanor remained gentle, yet his gaze on the chained young

history, every citizen a born fighter, and others known for their sturdy

human. The boy before you is a monster, an

had managed to transfer memories from one individual to another, creating

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

the ultimate weapon at the moment. Masterful

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

he becpresident, could he take this 'weapon'

an aggression gene; he's hostile towards others and can

master."

"Who's his master?"

chuckled, knowing Philip was hooked. "He's just a prototype for now, without an owner. Everyone is

see who he

With such a weapon, eliminating rivals like lan would

to decide who would receive this living

a trace of regret in his

already infiltrated

evening, lan himself entered, disguised as a refugee along with two

place was a sanctuary for

received a room number and was shown to

160 square feet, with a private

didn't touch anything inside. Instead, he stood in

years. There were only so many buildings in total. In recent years,

full, and there had always been empty rooms. This showed that the number of people

gone, no one knew

bad. After all, many people had lived in this

up a conversation

neighbor, who had been there for six months,

new here, right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"