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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

in history, every citizen a born fighter, and others known for their sturdy

average human. The boy before you is a monster, an amalgamation of various genetic

from one

genetic fusion seemed trivial.

"How strong is he?"

grew wider. "He's the ultimate weapon at the moment. Masterful with firearms, each shot is a

to-hand combat, he's invincible."

he take this 'weapon' out

gene; he's hostile towards others and can

master."

"Who's his master?"

a prototype for now, without an owner. Everyone is the

he ends up

Philip's eyes. With such a weapon,

executives had yet to

a trace of

had already infiltrated the building

himself entered, disguised as a

sanctuary for

received a room number and was shown

square feet, with a private bathroom—a paradise

anything inside. Instead, he stood in the hallway, lost in

were only so many buildings in total.

showed that the number of

gone, no one knew

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

up a conversation with a

who had been there for six months,

new here, right? You're in

"Why am I lucky?"