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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?"

remained gentle, yet his gaze on the chained young man was filled

history, every citizen a born fighter, and others

you is

transfer memories from one

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms,

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

he becpresident, could he

gene; he's hostile

master."

"Who's his master?"

prototype for now, without an owner. Everyone is the sin his

who he ends up

Philip's eyes. With such a weapon,

yet to decide who would receive this

trace of regret

already infiltrated the building

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

place was a sanctuary for

room number

feet,

Instead, he

been in existence for many years. There were only so many buildings in total. In recent

empty rooms. This showed that the

no one knew for

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

a conversation

who had been there for six months, greeted lan

right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"