The emerged test subjects appeared pale, with swollen and wrinkled skin, lifeless eyes, and sluggish footsteps. They obediently followed Dr. Brownâs orders, walking towards Si Huaixi. The scene resembled a horde of zombies from a post-apocalyptic world. Si Huaixi instinctively furrowed his brow.
Most of these subjects possessed telekinetic abilities, manipulating objects to float and attack Si Huaixi. The shattered glass vials on the floor gradually levitated, numerous sharp glass fragments menacingly aimed at Si Huaixi. However, he effortlessly blocked them.
They were too weakâmoving aimlessly, with vacant eyes and slow control. Even the least powerful telekinetic ability users in the apocalypse were stronger in combat than them.
Si Huaixi glanced at this group of feeble test subjects, a hint of disdain flashing in his stern eyes. He then used his telekinetic power to send the glass shards back at them. The slow-moving subjects were instantly injured by the shards, losing a significant portion of their fighting strength. Dr. Brown watched dumbfoundedly, muttering, âThis is unscientific! How can so many telekinetic Omegas fail to deal with a single person?â
Kyle couldnât concern himself with that anymore. Witnessing how Si Huaixi swiftly solved a large portion of the test subjects, it was evident that the remaining subjects posed no threat to him. Kyle hurriedly urged Dr. Brown, saying, âThereâs still one subject left! Quickly release Angel! He already knows of your existence. If he finds our location, weâre done for!â
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Dr. Brown abruptly snapped back to reality, glaring at the unscathed Si Huaixi on the screen, and pressed the button to release the test subject Angel.
âWait! Si Huaixi disappeared from the surveillance feed!!!â Kyleâs sudden exclamation made Dr. Brown instinctively look at the monitor and press the button simultaneously.
Boom!
The wall was violently demolished. Amidst the swirling dust, Si Huaixi walked in, his cold azure eyes meeting Kyleâs terrified gaze. Kyle was instantly filled with terror, his fear of death compelling him to desperately push his wheelchair as far away from Si Huaixi as possible.
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âWhere do you think youâre going?â
Despite the chilling tone, Kyleâs body stiffened as Si Huaixiâs slender and distinct hand reached the wheelchair.
âYou almost escaped.â
Kyle felt the icy intent to kill in Si Huaixiâs voice, and his breath sent shivers down his spine. He stiffened his neck, dare not turn around, but the person behind him had already grasped the wheelchair.
The wheelchair came to a halt, and Kyle was propelled off it by the counterforce, landing on the ground. In an instant, he hit his chin, his gums bleeding profusely. Yet, he still dared not look back.
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With his feeble legs unable to support him, he crawled on the ground with all his might, desperately trying to distance himself from that monster!
Not hearing any approaching footsteps, a sense of relief washed over Kyleâs heart, and he continued to crawl using his arms. However, a series of gunshots shattered his hope.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets pierced through Kyleâs palm, lungs, and abdomen, causing his face to twist in pain as he uncontrollably cried out in agony.
Crouched on the ground, bleeding profusely, Kyleâs vision began to blur. He vaguely saw Si Huaixi looking down at him, his icy expression nearly devoid of emotion.
âHave you repented?â Si Huaixiâs cold voice subtly trembled. Kyle was terrified. He didnât want to die.
The pain was unbearable, and upon hearing Si Huaixiâs question, he began to imagine whether those people he had killed had suffered like this too.
âP-please⌠I beg you⌠spare me⌠Iâve repented⌠Iâm truly scared now⌠Arenât we blood brothers? You canât shed the same blood and kill your own brother, right? Iâll kowtow to you, to Pei Zhaozhou⌠As long as you forgive me, please, donât kill me⌠W-waaahâŚâ
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Kyle pleaded for mercy, sobbing uncontrollably. His hideous appearance couldnât match the turmoil within him.
Si Huaixi, with pitch-black pupils, looked on without any emotion or ripples. He raised his gun and pointed it at Kyleâs forehead.
âWhy isnât it you whoâs dead?â
Kyle closed his eyes in a mix of fear and despair, seemingly resigned to whatever would happen next.
Several seconds passed, stretching out like a prolonged clock, yet the sound of the gunshot never came.
Kyle hesitantly opened his eyes, only to find Si Huaixi, who had been holding the gun, lowering his hand. His furrowed eyebrows struggled, but suddenly, all movement ceased, and he stood still.
Turning his head, Kyle saw a girl with closed eyes by Dr. Brownâs side.
It suddenly dawned on him that she was the experimental subject, Angel.
Si Huaixi was now trapped inside Angelâs ability, âParadise,â unable to regain consciousness, which was why he hadnât killed him.
âDr. Brown, save me and get me out of here,â Kyle weakly pleaded for help.
Dr. Brown, not wanting Kyle to die either, quickly found some first aid supplies to stop the bleeding, temporarily preserving his life.
After all, it would be better if he died outside. If he died in Dr. Brownâs laboratory, what would happen to the funding from the Odysseus Empire that supported his research? Although Kyle was now an abandoned prince, he still carried the blood of the Odysseus royal family.
Fearind that Si Huaixi might wake up suddenly, Kyle couldnât stay here any longer and urged Dr. Brown to take him away.
However, Dr. Brownâs eyes gleamed with desire, looking at Si Huaixi as if observing an exciting and enticing experimental specimen.
Kyle felt like he was going mad. How could he dare to provoke such a person!
The mental experimental subjects from before couldnât even resist Si Huaixi for a moment. He didnât dare to hope that this experimental subject, Angel, could truly erase Si Huaixiâs memories.
Right now, all he wanted was to escape, the farther the better!
âDr. Brown, are you crazy?! Do you still want to keep this monster? If he wakes up, we wonât be able to leave!â After nearly facing death once, Kyle angrily confronted Dr. Brown without restraint.
Dr. Brown looked at the now awakened Si Huaixi, his pupils filled with astonishment.
Meanwhile, his pride and joy, the experimental subject Angel, coughed up blood. Her breath gradually faded away, her fair and radiant skin rapidly aging. In the blink of an eye, she appeared like an eighty-year-old, her breathing ceased, yet a peaceful smile remained on her lips.
Si Huaixi narrowed his gaze, looking at this unique psychic illusionist.
She used her psychic abilities to create an illusion resembling a heavenly paradise, escaping the pain of reality, but in doing so, she forgot herself, forgot time, and even her body ceased to develop.
But now the dream was over. The forgotten time returned to her, taking away the accumulated four hundred years.
TimeâŚ
Si Huaixiâs eyes seemed absent and lost in a trance.
In Angelâs illusionary paradise, everything became beautiful, with no recollection of any sad or painful memoriesâŚ
Brother Pei was still alive. He hadnât left his side, he didnât let him go for the search of that damned K108 spaceship alone, no explosionâŚ
Brother Pei safely returned. In the illusion, he would never wake up suddenly, look at the empty bed beside him in the dead of night, crying in despair, regretting the cruel reality that Brother Pei would never come back.
The child in the illusion was born safelyâŚ
Si Huaixi was fully aware that it was an illusion. In the split second of piercing through it, his desolate heart hesitated, wanting to linger a bit longer in this illusion.
Counting the days.
If Brother Pei were still alive, the child would have been born by now.
The Sinful Star.
In a hidden underground clinic belonging to a notorious black-market doctor, the doors remained tightly shut today, causing annoyance for the local residents seeking treatment on the Sinful Star.
The gangster, whose arm was bleeding from a fight, wanted to kick open the door. However, he was deterred from forcefully entering, as he thought the heartless doctor might stab him with a knife in the middle of the night. Instead, he muttered a few curses and left.
Yi Chengze caught wind of the clatter, making a mental note of the troublemaker. The next time the ruffian came to him for surgical stitching, he decided he would swap the painkillers for an analgesic that heightened pain sensitivity, allowing the guy to relish double âpleasure.â
However, today Yi Chengze was exceptionally busy, as he had to deliver the future unpaid labor force for his clinic. Due to Pei Zhaozhou still being in a coma, a cesarean section was the only option.
During pregnancy, due to the lack of pheromone supplementation from the absent biological father, despite Yi Chengzeâs numerous attempts to concoct a synthetic pheromone resembling that of a Soybeanâs biological father, the undernourished Soybean had to be prematurely delivered.
Half a month ahead of schedule.
After skillfully suturing the remaining wound, Yi Chengze placed Pei Zhaozhou back in the specially designed medical pod, finally finding the energy to inspect his unpaid labor force.
Gazing at the newborn on the operating table, the delicate features with petite facial features, and the newbornâs fair and tender skin, as delicate as a lotus doll, along with the thick, fan-like eyelashes.
In the instant the eyes opened.
The newbornâs eyes were of a pure, pristine, deep-sea blue, clear and bright.
Evoking the image of a sky-sea.
That distant, legendary ocean suspended in the midair of the sky, clean, ethereal, and dreamlike.
Smiling brightly, the black-market doctor, Yi Chengze, said, âSo, youâre born now, and itâs time for you to work and make money for me!â
The Little Soybean immediately frowned, her fair and tender face resembling a fragile block of tofu, her wide, deep-sea blue eyes glaring at Yi Chengze accusingly.
Since the Little Soybean had just been born and her vocal cords were not fully developed, she could only communicate telepathically, as she had done before.
[I want to apply for one day off per week!]
Yi Chengze sneered coldly and said, âNo way!â
In recent days, through television news, the Little Soybean had learned quite a bit about the Empire and now voiced her resistance to this newly appointed heartless capitalist.
[According to the Empireâs labor law, there must be at least one day of rest per week. What youâre doing is illegal, and besides, Iâm not even a day old yet!]
Yi Chengze scoffed, âThe Sinful Star doesnât abide by the Empireâs laws. We have no labor laws here. So, you better obediently work for me!â
The Little Soybeanâs fair and tender cheeks instantly creased, appearing as adorable as a puffed-up pufferfish.
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