The experints finally succeeded, and the world’s first true superhumans were born. Naturally, Sian was one of them.
Calling them "chosen ones" was nothing more than an embellished title. In truth, they were abducted and treated as nothing more than test subjects. Back then, Sian had lost his family and was wandering aimlessly, powerless. He had been captured, enslaved, and ultimately turned into an experint.
As Sian recalled those dark mories, a deep shadow crossed his face—those had been the worst days of his life after losing his family.
"...Sian? Are you alright?"
Lan Qisheng, noticing Sian’s prolonged silence, called out his na, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"I’m fine," Sian said flatly. "Before I say anything, I need to ask you sothing."
He directed his gaze toward Jiao Liangchen, who imdiately responded, "Of course. If it’s sothing I can answer, I’ll answer honestly."
"The agents who were with the Pri Minister and his daughter—did they have any distinct marks on their bodies?"
Before Jiao Liangchen could answer, Sian clarified, "Think carefully before you respond. I’m not talking about injuries. I an visible marks on their skin—red markings, like a small crimson flower."
As Sian posed the question, he prayed with all his heart for a negative answer. He clung desperately to the slim 1% chance that his suspicion was wrong, that he was simply overthinking.
But Jiao Liangchen’s next words shattered his last shred of hope.
"How... how did you know?" Jiao Liangchen’s eyes widened in genuine shock.
The n who had died in that operation were his comrades, his closest friends. He had blad himself endlessly for not being there with them, for being part of the support team that arrived too late. By the ti he reached the scene, all he found were their cold corpses. He had even witnessed their autopsies and examined every result. He had sworn to avenge them, to kill the person who took their lives. But no matter how hard he searched, he found very little evidence.
The only clue they had was a jacket bearing the logo of a popular entertainnt show—Top Star.
That was the sole piece of evidence left behind at the scene. There were no fingerprints, no stray hairs, nothing that could identify its owner. The intelligence agency suspected that the perpetrators had deliberately planted it to mislead the investigation. But with no other leads, they had no choice but to follow the only trail available, even if it was a trap.
In the end, the higher-ups decided to send Jiao Liangchen undercover as an Idol contestant. So of his colleagues also entered under different identities. However, even after two days, nothing unusual had surfaced—except for the incident last night when Sian dealt with the serial killer.
"So, they do have them?"
Sian couldn’t help but ask again. He already knew the answer, yet he hesitated to accept it.
"Yes, they all had the sa mark. At first, we assud it was a tattoo, but later confird that it wasn’t. It was sothing more... natural, like a birthmark. But what are the odds of ten different people having the exact sa birthmark, in varying locations on their bodies?"
Jiao Liangchen had cald himself, answering Sian’s question rationally. He then waited for the teenager to explain what he knew.
As silence settled over the room and the two n stared at him intently, Sian finally parted his lips. He took a deep breath before speaking.
"Before I begin, let say one thing: I don’t care whether you believe or not. Just listen until the end without interrupting. After that, you can decide for yourselves whether to accept or dismiss my words as the ramblings of a madman."
"Wait."
Sian raised a hand, stopping Lan Qisheng just as he was about to speak.
"Don’t say anything. Just listen."
"For so ti now, I’ve been aware of an organization—one that secretly conducts human experints. It is a powerful group with influential backers and deep roots spread throughout the country. They have countless laboratories. Their ultimate goal? Creating humans with supernatural abilities—yes, actual superpowers, the kind you see in sci-fi movies and ani."
Sian wasn’t exactly lying.
Such an organization had existed.
But that was in his previous world. And he and his comrades had annihilated it along with its benefactors.
Still, he needed a credible backstory—sothing believable. He couldn’t just say, ’Oh, by the way, real-life Superman clones are running around, and one of them can steal people’s souls with a touch. Also, he’s responsible for your friends’ deaths.’
That was basically asking to be punched in the face.
Regardless, if the person responsible for those deaths wasn’t the sa one who had coincidentally killed Sian in his past life, who had then coincidentally reincarnated in this world, and who could coincidentally still use his powers—then there was definitely sothing bigger at play.
Perhaps the possibility of such an organization existing here wasn’t so far-fetched after all.
Shoving aside his spiraling thoughts, Sian continued calmly, "Believe it or not, there are many things in this world that defy science."
[One of them is sitting right in front of you,] he mused sarcastically.
"If my theory is correct, then the person responsible for your comrades’ deaths is no ordinary foe. His ability allows him to drain a person’s life force with just a touch. Once he does, he leaves behind a red flower-shaped imprint—his mark. In simple terms, when he consus soone’s soul energy, it leaves a residual signature on their body.
"As for why he kidnapped the Pri Minister and his daughter, or why soone that dangerous is working with their captors... I have no idea."
As he finished speaking, Sian observed the two n, who stood frozen in place. Their eyes, locked onto him, were filled with disbelief.
Well, not like he expected them to believe him.
Everything he just said sounded like an eight-year-old’s superhero fantasy.
Sian let out a loud sigh before sharpening his gaze.
"Believe or not, I don’t care. But I’m warning you—if you ever face this man, do not let him touch your bare skin. Not even with the tip of his finger. Or it’s over for you."
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