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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

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

before you is a monster, an amalgamation of various

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

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

moment. Masterful with firearms, each shot is a

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

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

been implanted with an aggression gene; he's hostile towards others and can only be

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

flashed in Philip's eyes. With such a

the facility's executives had yet to decide who would receive

a trace of regret in his

had already infiltrated the

as a refugee along

a sanctuary for refugees, no

worker, lan received a room

modest, about 160 square feet, with a private bathroom—a

touch anything inside. Instead, he stood

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

that the number of people in it

no one

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

up a conversation with a

been there for six

right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"