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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

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

than the average human. The boy before you

transfer memories from one individual to another, creating a

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms, each

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

he becpresident, could he take

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

master."

"Who's his master?"

a prototype for now, without an owner. Everyone is

see who he ends

flashed in Philip's eyes. With such a weapon,

yet to decide who

sighed, a trace of regret

lan's men had already

evening, lan himself entered, disguised as

sanctuary for refugees, no matter their

worker, lan received a room number and was shown to

modest, about 160 square feet, with a private

didn't touch anything inside. Instead, he stood in the hallway, lost in

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

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

had gone, no one

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

up a conversation with a

neighbor, who had been there for six months, greeted lan

new here, right? You're

"Why am I lucky?"