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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

nations in history, every citizen a born

The boy before you is a monster, an amalgamation of

to transfer memories from one individual to another, creating

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

the ultimate weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms, each shot is

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

becpresident, could he take this 'weapon' out for

he's hostile towards others and can only be controlled by

master."

"Who's his master?"

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

see who he ends up with

of desire flashed in Philip's eyes. With such a weapon, eliminating rivals like lan would

executives had yet to decide who would receive this

sighed, a trace of regret

lan's men had already

himself entered, disguised as a refugee along with two

was a sanctuary for refugees, no matter

a room

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

anything inside. Instead, he stood in

were only so many buildings in total.

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

gone, no one knew

people had lived in this room. He was standing in the corridor

a conversation with a

had been there

here, right? You're in

"Why am I lucky?"