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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

nations in history, every citizen a born fighter,

The boy before you is a monster, an amalgamation of various genetic

researchers had managed to transfer memories from one individual to another, creating a monster

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

grew wider. "He's the ultimate weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms, each shot is a headshot, and

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

could he take

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

master."

"Who's his master?"

hooked. "He's just a prototype for now, without an owner. Everyone is the sin his

he ends up

With such a weapon,

facility's executives had yet to decide who would receive

of regret in his

already

entered, disguised as a refugee along

place was a sanctuary for

a room number and was shown to his

square feet, with a

he stood in the

been in existence for many 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

all, many people had lived in this room. He was standing in the

a conversation

had been there for six months, greeted lan

here, right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"