“Sis… you an those sick children were taken
because they’re more likely to… mutate?”
Evan’s pupils tightened.
Wendy Lewis nodded.
“Compared to healthy people,
those with congenital illnesses
have a higher chance of mutating
after becoming evolvers.
But mutation is extrely rare.
And I’ve told you—mutation isn’t always good.
It can make soone stronger…
or weaker…
or bring terrifying side effects.”
“Like Wind Buqing?”
Evan imdiately thought of him—
stronger after mutation,
but also insane,
twisted into sothing
neither human nor plant.
Wendy sighed.
“Only a tiny fraction mutate successfully.
Those children were likely taken
as experintal subjects.
If they mutate successfully,
they’re valuable.
If they fail…
they’re discarded.”
She didn’t explain what “discarded” ant.
Evan didn’t need her to.
“Who would conduct experints like this?” he asked.
Wendy replied,
“Anyone with the capability
wouldn’t be a small group.
At minimum, a nation‑level force.
Possibly even higher.”
Evan understood.
Only a handful of forces
in the entire Linhua Continent
were above the Six Nations.
He exhaled.
“I wonder if this case has more to it.”
🕯️ Training and Two Phone Calls
Back ho, Evan didn’t rest.
He trained relentlessly—
swallowing Tomorrow Flower petals
while practicing Swan Dance.
He had to complete his second evolution
before the freshman assessnt.
Only then could he take first place
and earn a Tier‑3 S‑grade extract.
Otherwise, he’d only get a Tier‑2 S‑grade—
worth dozens of tis less.
Not long into training,
Evan received two calls.
📞 Call 1 — Shawn Miller
“Mr. Cole,
I’ve obtained the locations
where Gravity Demons appear.
It was dangerous—
I was almost caught by the company…”
“Good work.
I’ll send the remaining paynt.”
“No rush, no rush.
I’ll send the files right away.”
Evan waited.
No files ca.
So he transferred the remaining 8,000 points.
The mont the points left his account—
the files arrived.
Evan opened them.
They were detailed records
of every Gravity Demon
EvolutionTech had hunted
in the past two years.
He saved the data.
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He wouldn’t hunt one
until after his second evolution.
📞 Call 2 — From the Muke Republic
The second call
was from an unfamiliar number
in the Muke Republic.
Evan answered.
“Master Lingxiao,
it’s —Warren King.”
“Secretary King?”
Evan recognized the voice
of Elias Zhao’s secretary.
“And don’t call that.
I’m Evan Cole,
not Liam Zhao the death‑row criminal.
Call that again
and I’ll sue you for defamation.”
“Hehe…
you can call yourself whatever you like.
But your bloodline is still Zhao blood.
The Minister’s intention is…”
After listening,
Evan froze.
Elias Zhao wanted to acknowledge him as a son?
What was he thinking?
Actually…
it made sense.
Now that Evan had risen,
and the Zhao family couldn’t control him,
they wanted to turn hostility
into kinship.
Heh.
Back then,
they threw him into prison.
Now they wanted to climb up to him.
Evan agreed cheerfully.
“Tell Minister Zhao—
when people recognize a godfather,
they get gifts.
If I’m recognizing a biological father,
he’d better show sincerity.
Let see his courage.”
He hung up
and tossed his phone aside.
He had no idea
how Elias Zhao got his number.
He didn’t care.
If Elias really sent him
tens of billions,
calling him “Dad” was nothing.
He’d done it before.
As long as he didn’t have to return
to the Muke Republic—
that was impossible.
But sothing puzzled him.
He had appeared publicly
at the Judgnt Battle
days ago.
The Muke King
should’ve known by now.
Why hadn’t he punished Elias Zhao?
Evan couldn’t understand.
He had always felt
the Muke King’s behavior
was strange.
Others might not know
the effect of Evolution’s Grace,
but the Muke King definitely did.
Yet he acted
as if he didn’t care.
And when his beloved daughter
was killed by Liam Zhao,
he didn’t kill him on the spot—
he rely imprisoned him.
Unfathomable.
Evan stopped thinking about it.
Whatever the Muke King was planning,
as long as Evan stayed far away
and focused on growing stronger,
he’d be fine.
Once he reached Saint‑tier,
no matter what sches the Muke King had—
if they hard him,
he’d crush them with one slap.
🌅 The Next Morning — New Developnts
Evan trained all night.
He had barely fallen asleep
when Wendy woke him.
“Hannah just contacted .
The Security Bureau has results.
I’m heading to the Welfare Ho.
Are you coming?”
“Yes!”
Evan leaped out of bed.
After a quick wash,
he grabbed the breakfast rice ball
Wendy made for him
and headed out.
They took a taxi
to Sunshine Children’s Welfare Ho.
Hannah Keane
was already waiting at the gate.
“What did they find?” Evan asked eagerly.
Hannah replied,
“The officers said
that Lynn Dillon—
or Sophie Lane—
whatever her real na is…
she’s involved in multiple missing‑children cases
across the country.
Every case involved children
with rare diseases.”
The three entered the building.
The sa officer from yesterday
was inside.
He handed Wendy a file.
“Professor Lewis,
we checked the missing‑children cases
from the past decade.
In most of them,
she appears.
Every ti,
she uses a different na,
infiltrates an orphanage,
and becos one of the missing children.
“She’s cautious.
After committing a cri in one city,
she won’t return for three to five years.
She moves from city to city.”
Evan and Wendy
looked through the docunts.
Sophie Lane’s six‑year‑old face
appeared again and again
in missing‑children photos—
sa expression,
different hairstyles.
The more Evan looked,
the more distorted her face seed—
no innocence,
only sothing ugly and terrifying.
Wendy closed the file.
“Did you check the vehicles
around the ti of the incident?
Any suspicious ones?”
The officer nodded
and handed her another file.
“We checked all vehicles
passing through the area
two hours before and after the incident.
We recorded all owners.
So far, nothing suspicious.
Would you like to review it?”
“Yes.”
Wendy took the file
and scanned the list quickly.
Her finger stopped
on one entry.
“Check this vehicle.
I want to know
every place it has been recently.”
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