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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

are warrior nations in history, every citizen a

boy before you

transfer memories from one individual to another, creating

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

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

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

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

an aggression gene; he's hostile

master."

"Who's his master?"

was hooked. "He's just a prototype for now, without

who he ends up

such a weapon, eliminating

facility's executives had yet to decide who would receive

trace of regret

lan's men had already

lan himself entered, disguised as a refugee along with two

a sanctuary for refugees, no

welfare center worker, lan received a room number and was shown to

about 160 square feet, with

inside. Instead, he stood in the

for many years. There were only

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

one

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

conversation with

neighbor, who had been there for six

new here, right? You're in

"Why am I lucky?"