Washington, D.C.
Cadmus lab
1:30 AM
Third-person POV:
In a lab, two scientists are standing across a large tube full of a black and red goo.
"Is the test subject ready?!." Dr. Desmond demands his assistant.
"Not yet, sir he-."
"IT'S NOT A HE, IT'S A IT!." Dr. Desmond screams at his assistant, who flanches fearfully.
"It's because of this behavior that we don't advance. If you keep this type of behavior, you will be permanently replaced by Doctor Williams." Dr. Desmond said with a creepy smile, enjoying the fear expression that his assistant is having.
"Yeah, sir, I prepare the subject at once." Doctor Williams quickly started to prepare, making Desmond have a smug smile.
"Good, I will have to deal with a bunch of G.I. Joes. And when I return, we will continue the experiment." And with that, he leaves.
"Asshole." Williams speaks lowly still in fear of the man but schools his features and starts to set up the experiment.
He pulls a camera from a cabinet and sets up facing the tube and turns on
"This Doctor Michael Williams, today is April 9 of 2010. Today we will continue the experiments on Test Subject 0 on the project of betterment and health of mankind, or as my colleagues named it,Blacklight." Williams kept talking while setting up the experiment, taking a cabinet scapler, saws, needles, and other objects.
"The test subject has shown a tremendous healing factor, much better than we could even think; his ability to manipulate his own biomass is astounding and little friething, but he has come with a way to keep it detained." Williams tries to disfavor his slipup and continues
"At first we used psychs to control it and keep it calm, but it started to desenvolve resistance to a point that it became immune to any type of mental attack or command. Then we used several implants on its brain full of nanites to control it, but it didn't last. Its body treated the implants like cancer and started to destroy them. Then we started using our current method, as it's body is made of biomass if used a high amount of ionized radiation. It's cells are destroyed and weaken. Making it unable to form a human form and much more controlable." Williams gestures to the tube on the video.
"Biomass is a term used to symbolize any biological matter; it can be blood, DNA, or flesh, and subject 0 can shape it in anyway it desires." Williams starts to inspect his scalp.
He started to organize them in order.
As he is inspecting, he sees that a scalpel doesn't have its blade.
'Oh, shoot, better put before Desmond comes back,' Williams thinks.
He goes to a drawer nearby and picks up a little box full of blades used in scalpels.
He takes one and sets it on the table. He goes and collects the scalpel and goes back to the table and starts to try to put the blade in it.
'Come on' as he struggles to put the tiny blade in the tiny slot.
'I always hate this part.' He keeps trying and starts to lose his temper and tries to put it, but it was on the opposite side, and that made the tiny blade bounce back.
Blade vs Polegar
Blade wins
"AWW FUCK." Williams screams as the blade stabs his polegar.
He takes the blade out of his finger, swearing as he does.
And goes to a nearby sink to wash his bloody finger. Again, swearing as he does
"Fucking hell, this isn't my day." Williams exclaims
First he starts the day having a discussion with his wife.
Then he had a flat tire and arrived late at work and got yelled out by his boss.
And finally, the cherry on top
As a punishment for being late, he would have to assist the creepy Doctor Desmond.
He and his colleagues have an unspoken rule.
'Never, by any means, be alone with that man.'
And now he has to spend the next three months assisting the man.
And have to put a bloody finger on the equation.
He cleans his finger and a bandage on it, then goes and discards the now blood-stained blade in the medical garbage.
Then he grabs another blade and carefully puts it on the scalpel. But what he didn't notice was that a tiny drop of blood had lodged itself in the slot of the scalpel.
Oh boy, what a happy acident!
"As I was saying before, the test subject can control biomass in anyway it desires, his primary way in by consuming biomass from another being and reshaping or altering its composition."
"This proves to be a challenge to control the test subject, but even since we have deployed the use of rays of ionizing radiation, we have made the test subject incapable of maintaining human form, keeping it in a fluid-like state, and thanks to stopping it from consuming any biomass, it enters a lethargy state, allowing us to keep the experiments going with any danger. Doctor Williams concludes for the camera and walks to the machine where the Blacklight is being kept.
"Starting now pre-procedures on the subject, the subject doesn't show any changes or any movement at all. Doctor Williams starts the first part of the experiment; he puts his arms in gloves and starts to prepare the experiment.
"Now extracting samples for examination and testing."
Doctor Williams that opened a side handle and put his instruments through
"It's been 27 days since the subject had been fed biomass. It's look unmoving and dead, but according to our scanner, it's alive per say."
"Extracting a cutaneous sample." Doctor Williams says as he brushes the large, unmoving puddle of red and black goo with a cotton swab and no reaction from it.
"Now taking a flesh sample." Then Doctor Williams used the scalpel to cut a piece from it.
But what he didn't realize was that a small drop of blood was slowly but surely sliding on the blade, and it fell and landed on top of it.
And
Nothing happens
"Extract-" Doctor Williams didn't have time to finish as the goo now jerked up to life and latches on his hands.
"AAAHHHHH!!!" Doctor Willians as the goo grabs his hands and starts crushing and crushing
And he started to hear his own bones snap.
But that was not over.
The goo, using its maleable form, grabs the scalpel and starts tearing the gloves apart.
The gloves were resistant, but the goo only needed a little hole, and after a couple of tries, a hole was made.
The hole was no bigger than that needlehead, but it was enough to spread through.
Right on Doctor Williams bloody thumb.
With the contact of blood, the goo becomes even more agitated and strong. With renewed strength, the goo tears off the gloves and latches himself fully on Doctor Williams.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH HELP PLEASE PLEASE HEL-." Doctor Williams screams are cut off as the goo completely surronds his mouth and starts to devour him.
First his hand, Williams bloodcurling screams are being muffled by the goo.
Then his arm, shoulder, and chest
Are being consumed slowly and painfully; tears scream down his face; he can't even scream anymore as his throat is completely dry and raw from his previous screams.
And finally, as if the goo finally had enough of him
SNAP
Doctor Williams neck is turned 180° in the wrong direction, and his whole body is engulfed by the Black-Red Goo.
The goo starts to consume every single thing, from his flesh to his bones, and even his clothes are being completely consumed.
The process takes less than a minute.
As the amount of mass dies down, the goo stays still for a moment before it starts to reform into something different.
It's starting to form flesh and tissue at a fast rate.
It's starting to make a human form.
Creatina bones, veins, and flesh
Then start to construct the head and mouth, teeth, and tongue.
It's unnerving and unnatural, but it's finally done.
Where had stood a large goo of red and black tendrils now stood a man
A naked young man
His eyes were confused and lost.
"What happened? Where am I and who am I?" He says he is not able to remember anything about what was happening or who he is.
And that was before he got the biggest headache in the universe, and with that came his memories.
Both memories
One from this world and the other from his past life.
And one memory from his past life stands out.
After all, it is very hard to forget when you meet God.
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Flashback
Alex Pov
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"FUUUUUUCKKK." And those were my last words on the world of the living before a MOTHERFUCKER DRIVING A RAM SMASH AGAINST MY FUCKING CAR.
Breathe and calm down.
Breathe and calm down.
There's nothing I can do now.
I hope that Karma is real.
If I am lucky, the guy that killed me may have died too, or at least got a life-severing wound, making a
I hope
"Are you done?" Amused and heavenly? voice breaks me from my line of thought.
I turn and see a dude that looks suspiciously like Morgan Freeman; he looks similar. I think it's the Voice of God effect.
"Uhhh...hi." Oh God, did the accident make me retarded? Because that was the most pathectic thing that I said.
"Don't worry, the acid didn't affect you neurologically." The man with the voice of God says that, for a reason unknown to me, it soothes my nerves and makes me relax almost instantly.
"Okay, sir, now where am I?" I say this as I look around at the big, almost infinite white room.
"I think you know." He wasn't asking but rather stating a fact, and with that, I finally understood.
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Fuck, I'm dead.
FUCK, I DIDN'T DELETE MY SEARCH HISTORY BEFORE DIEING.
This guy is probably God, and he knows everything I've ever done.
FUCK
Breath
In out and in out
Maybe if I ask for forgiveness, he won't send me to hell.
He is God, right? If I repent, he will forgive me, right?
I really hope that it's the New Testament God and not the Old Testament.
As my internal existential crisis has ended, I look at him and see him smiling amusedly at me.
But why would he? He can read minds?
It's God, of course. He can read minds.
I quickly get on my knees.
"Sir, before we start, I just want to really say that I regret it all and that all of that started when I started to use 4chan, so it's like 40% my fault and a solid 60% 4chan fault; there are a lot of weird things and people there." Now just hope to not get smited or sent to enjoy the eternity downstairs.
And only got a belly laugh from the Lord.
I hope this is a good signal.
"There is no need for fear here, young one." He says this as he walks up to me and offers his hand to me.
And I take
"Walk with me." He says it, and I nod.
"As I was, you already know you have passed on to the afterlife, and you are going to ascend." And release a breath that I didn't know I was holding.
"But I have a preposition for you, and rest assured. If you choose not to take it, your entrance to heaven will continue." He says he is calming me and, at the same time, making me curious.
"Are you aware of the multiverse theory?" God asks me, and I nod frantically.
"And are you also aware of the DC Comics multiverse?"" And again, I nod almost so hard that I am surprised that I didn't dislocate it.
Recently, a problem has come to my attention. God has a problem.
I didn't know that God could have problems, and what does God consider a problem?
"It appears that the future of a universe there is going in an unaplaned form, and if it keeps happening, that universe will go to the Dark Multiverse." God informs me as a shiver goes down my spine.
The DC Multiverse works in certain ways.
There is the multiverse; there are all the stories happening, all the Canon stuff, and other worlds.
And there's the Dark Multiverse.
The Dark Multiverse is basically where every choice, saga, or crisis goes wrong.
Where all the possibilities are the worst ones.
If in the regular Multiverse, on a parallel Earth, Bruce Wayne, after losing his parents, doesn't feel fear but actually has courage to fight the man who took his parents, he becomes the Greater Green Latern of his universe.
But in The Dark Multiverse, on a parallel Earth, Bruce Wayne, after losing his parents, doesn't feel fear but actually has courage to fight the man who took them. He too becomes a Green Lantern, then proceeds to kill the man who killed his parents, then every criminal in Gotham, then every superhero, then the Guardians and the Green Lanterns.
If what God is telling me is the truth, then the entire universe is on the verge of going down the worst possible path.
"And this is where you are coming in, and I want your consent to send you there to save that universe from such a fate." God informs me, breaks me from my thoughts, and makes my jaw hang open.
"But sir, how can I save an entire universe?" I point to myself. "
"Don't underestimate yourself; I have faith that you will be able to help them because of what you have that they don't." God says making curious
What an Earth with beings with superpowers doesn't have that I have
"And what's that?"" I ask curiously.
God puts his hand on my shoulder and says,
"Knowlodge, Alex Miller, knowlodge." God says
"You have followed, read, and understood their universe since you were a child; you read about their challenges and trials, and you always cheered for them. I have no doubt in my mind that if you choose to take this chance, you will be able to save them." Fuck. God truly has the best pep talks.
Ok
If I am doing this, I need to think things through.
A normal DC universe is already a powerful one.
Kriptonians
Martians
Amazons
And Meta-Humans
Those are the most powerful 'races' in a regular universe.
If I am going to a DC universe, I'm going to need something to get me on some level.
But in what universe am I going to go?
"Excuse me, sir, but can you tell me about this universe that I'm going into?"
God nods and replies.
"I believe you know it by the name of Earth-16, or Young Justice."
Hell yess
That's good news that Earth has some downgrades on power level.
It's believed that it's because it's a more reality-based Earth.
I remember watching and seeing some superheroes that were weaker than their other versions.
Earth-16 Superman isn't as strong as Earth-1 Superman or any other Superman.
The same goes for the other superheroes and villains.
But even with that, their power levels are lower than in a regular universe, and I am still weaker than them.
How do I get stronger without killing myself or getting captured?
And with that, I turn to look at the one who can help me solve that.
If I can somehow convince God, what power should I choose?
I don't think that God is going to let me choose something too strong, but I can't choose something weak.
Maybe Kriptonian Physiology
Not bad, but with too many known weaknesses.
Speedster wouldn't be a bad choice, but as this universe has a nerfed version of Speed Force, it would be a waste in the long run.
Ok, let's keep it simple.
I need power that is strong but not overly strong, with room for evolution, and that provides both good offensive and defensive
and something that can give me an edge—something unique that nobody else has.
Ok, there are thousands to choose from.
Let's make a list.
powerful people from my favorite games
Kratos
Dante
Dragonborn
Cole
Alex Mercer
Dracu-
Wait, Alex Mercer. Prototype
Holy fuck, that's it.
Alex Mercer, a powerful powerhouse with whom I happen to share the same first name
It fits!
It's a powerful power to have, and there's room to improve as long as I consume it, and it provides me with both good offensive and defensive abilities.
And now to convince God
"Ok, sir, I accept, but I'm going to need two things." I say, and God smiles, elated that I chose to help.
"I already know what you're going to ask my son, and yes, I approve as long as you don't go down the same path the original owner of your power did." God says that last part is serious and directed to me, and I gulp. That's the Old Testament making himself known.
"I promise that I will not go down that path and become a monster!" I promise, and God nods at me in acceptance.
"Then you have my blessing to have that power, and you can also call back." And with that, a small bundle of light appeared on his left hand and took the form of my phone.
Yay! I got my phone back.
And also, there is no way in hell that I am going to end up like Alex Mercer did. My dude, I know that humanity stinks, but you don't go around fucking things even more.
I have a personal belief that if Alex had gotten laid more often, nothing like the second game would have happened.
If we are to put it on paper, humanity really doesn't deserve to keep living, but there is already too much shit in the world, and there are some good things that make this fucked-up world worth living.
"I need you to save that Earth from suffering such a horrible fate, and the main reason why this is happening is because of the organization known as Light." God informs me, and I nod.
Light was an organization formed by Vandal Savage and other supervillains.
They were the masterminds of almost every horrible thing that happened on Young Justice.
To the clone of Superman to create an army of teenagers called Meta-Humans to be used like Cannon fodder in battles of conquest.
All of that because Vandal and Darkseid were measuring dick.
Millions of people were killed or hurt so that, in the end, one of the two fuckers could see who controls the universe.
Two monsters without humanity
If God wants me to stop them from hurting innocents, I am in
But it's going to take me a while to be able to go against a new god, but I will get there.
"I promote you, sir, and I am going to do anything in my reach to save them!" I vow to make God smile with my resolution.
"Then go, my son; your road will be hard and full of hardships, but I am certain that you will prevail." God says while putting one hand on my shoulder:
A bright light starts to engulf the room, and I look at God one more time.
"Thank you, sir, for this second chance." I tell God in thankfulness, and God gives me a warm smile, then I black out.
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Back to Reality
Alex Pov
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"Oh boy." I massage my head as I assimilate both of my memories: my memories as Alex Miller and now as Al-Iskandar al Ghul, or Wayne.
Yep, it is a bit of a shock to discover that I am the son of Batman. From what my memories show me, I am the son of Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman, and Talia al Ghul, my mother. She decided to hide her pregnancy from my father and have me in secret inside the League of Shadows. She and my grandfather saw me as the perfect future warrior, so they started to experiment on me to, according to them, unlock all of my potential. So since I was 5 months old, I was being experimented on. Then my grandfather joined the Light, and they started to experiment on me too.
Then, when I was 2 years old, they found a Kriptonian spacecraft, and inside they found a biological weapon that the council of Kriptonians deemed dangerous and incontrovertible and decided to destroy, but the creator decided to save it and send it to space, where it crashed on earth.
When Light discovered that they always did what they always did, they decided to experiment on it, and after thousands of dead test subjects, they decided to use me as a test subject, and surprise, it worked. Me and the bioweapon bonded in a painfully and horribly way, as I was completely and utterly consumed by it, but because I had been experimented on in thousands of ways, my DNA was different, allowing the bioweapon that was callosly named Blacklight to bond with me and reshape and replace every single cell of my body, activating my junk DNA, unlocking and recoding all of my genomes and genetic code on it, even adding itself to it.
Every single particulate of me was replaced by viral biomass; me and Blacklight were one being now. After the success, I tried to escape, but the light was one step ahead. They started to experiment with me even more now, trying to find my limits and see if they could replicate them, but they couldn't. My DNA was so messed up before and now even more, so they could not clone me or use my DNA to create more of me.
But that didn't stop them from cutting me open over and over again to see how much I could heal. Let's just say that Cadmus is the first one to go.
I tried to stand when suddenly a vision hit me.
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Doctor Williams Memories
Alex Pov:
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"Dad, when I grow up, I want to be a doctor." The vision shows me a boy not older than 12 saying to his dad:
"Mark Williams!." An older-looking man wearing an academic gown calls William's name while standing on stage with his colleagues and holding a diploma.
A younger Doctor Williams walks up to the stage, shakes the older man's hands as he thanks him, and takes his diploma, smiling and laughing at his graduation.
Then the visions start to speed up: how he got his doctorate, how he met his wife, his marriage, how he started to work for Cadmus, the birth of his daughter, his marriage problems, how he started to cheat on his wife, how he and a couple of his colleagues would sneak in where the test subjects were and do disturbed things with the test subjects, especially with the female ones, and finally his last memories as he was being consumed by me: how painful it was, how scared he was, and how he last thought of his wife and daughter and asked forgiveness for his sins.
Then I was pulled back.
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Back to Reality
Alex Pov
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"Fuck! What a rush!" I shake my head a little bit to shake off the feeling of viewing a person's entire life all at once.
I stayed on the ground for a couple more minutes before getting up. It feels weird to be standing now after so long being a goo. I look at my body and see that I am as naked as the day I was born.
I look around, trying to find any clothes that I can wear, when suddenly I feel my body being covered.
I look down and see tendrils surrounding my upper body and lower body, and just like that, I am now wearing jeans, black all-stars, a dark-grey sweatshirt with a hoddie, and finally a very familiar black leather jacket with deatils in red and the symbol of red wings on the back.
I look at my clothes in wonder; it doesn't feel like clothes on me; it feels like something I am connected to. Makes sense since this is my biomass, just shifted to be in a similar state and material of clothes.
Then I felt something in my jacket pocket. I put my hand on it and took the object out, and I saw something that made me smile in joy.
My good old smartphone—it's so good that it even took my breath away.
And I realize something now: I am not breathing.
I am literally not breathing; am I breathing through my biomass? Make sense since I have no organs anymore; even my skeleton is gone; I am purely made of biomass. It's weird and strange. You don't know how different your life is when you don't feel your bones or heart beating.
But my senses are enhanced to whole another level now: sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.
I can hear as a guard is approaching; I can smell the guard's cologne and fear, and now, using my newly acquired thermal vision, I can see the guard through the walls.
I begin to smirk at this.
"Let's play!."
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Third Person POV:
"Aproaching lab now," says a man dressed in combat gear; he is the guard of Cadmus, responsible for keeping security on Cadmus Alpha.
He was sent to investigate after a couple of doctors reported that they heard screams coming from Doctor Desmond's lab.
Just thinking about that man sends a shiver through his spine as he thinks about this doctor.
He entered the lab, and after Security learned that was coming from Doctor Desmond, they literally started to fight to see who would go there and see what was happening in the lab of the mad doctor, and he unfortunately lost
The guard takes cover on the side of the door, takes out his pistol, and breaches the door.
As he breaches, he sees Doctor Williams on the ground not moving and Doctor Desmond nowhere to be seen.
The guard tenses as he starts to search the room for any danger but doesn't find any, making him relax a bit. He walks to Doctor Williams.
"Doc! Are you okay?." He asks, trying to see if the doctor is hurt.
Doctor Williams starts to groan as he is waking up, making the guard sigh in relief that he is not dead.
"W-What happened?." Doctor Williams says as he is helped on his feet by the guard.
"Don't know, Doc; someone reported hearing screams, and I was sent here to averiguate," the guard informs the doctor, who just waves him off.
"The screams were me; I cut my finger and was swearing to kingdom come, and when I was washing the blood off, I tripped on it and fell to the ground and fainted." Doctor Williams informs The guard looked embarrassed, making the guard laugh out loud.
"HAHAHA-Oh my god, doc, the guys on the control center are going to have a field day." The guard says she is struggling while she laughs.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." Doctor Williams says while having an embarrassed smile on his face.
After a couple more laughs, the guard calms himself; he looks at the doctor and approaches him.
"Hey Doc, did you know that we were receiving more test subjects today? I saw some of them; some of them are good, real good; I have my sights on two; they are hot; one of them is a bit on the younger side, but I bet me and the boys can make teach her some stuff." The guard says with a leecherous grin on his face.
The embarassed smile that was on Doctro Williams face turned cold; his eyes got a dangerous gleen, which scared the Guard a little bit.
"D-Doc are all rig-ugh!." The guard is interrupted by Doctor Williams, who shoved his left arm through his chest, clucthing the guard's heart and crush inside of his chest.
"I am all right; you guys on the other hand wouldn't be." Doctor William replies with a voice that isn't his own, his eyes taking on a bright red color before his entire being starts to change as tendrils start to surround him, and a young man wearing a jacket standing in place looking at him in disgust and anger.
The guard starts to choke on his own blood.
"Normally I would just kill you, but I am in a really need for biomass, and I am not the type of person to say no to a free meal." The young man smiles evilly towards the dying man before, with his arm still in the guard chest, releasing his own biomass into the man and shaping in spikes, impaling the dying man from inside out, killing him, then consuming the man, not leaving even a drop of blood.
He sways a little as the memories are being shoved on his brain.
Mark Sinclair, 36 year-old, ex-marine, dishonored discharge for stealing and inviting Hookers to his dormitory, worked for Cadmus for 3 years; he and a couple of guards and doctors enjoy abusing sexually the test subjects, especially young females.
Alex shakes his head, the dizziness dissipating instantly, and he walks out of the room while shifting into Mark and walking towards the security level.
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Alex Pov:
"Hey Mark, did you find something?" A guard named Wesley, from what Mark's memories tell me, also joined them when they went 'experimenting' on the test subjects.
Just adding one more name to the list, if you ask me.
"No, man, just some brainer who got scared of being on Desmond Lab." I imitated perfectly Mark's voice and mannerism.
"Haha, that's right, man, that doctor gives me creeps." Wesley laughs
"Hey man, how many are on shift right now? I ask 'innocently'.
Wesley didn't see to catch my second intention.
"Less than 14 men; most everybody is transporting equipment to the new base.
Since those freaks in tights had started snopping around, the high-ups decided to change places, so we have to operate like this. The worst part is that all of us had to work double; those brains out there don't have to lift a finger." Wesley finished with a fed-up expression, not even looking at the computer screen.
"Yeah, man, but hey, I found a new game that I thought you would like." I say, putting on my most convincing smile and hiding the disgust that I have for him.
My-Mark Memories reveled for me in what they did to those poor women.
This is taking Wesley's attention from his computer.
"How is it?" Wesley asks curiously.
"Oh, it's Co'op; survive online with at least 10 people, and that's two teams per se, more like one big team and the other is a special." I say, walking to him while keeping my 'warm' smile.
"Nice! What are the teams? Wesley asks exicted
"First you have the crew member; they have to complete tasks and repairs to win." I say to him
"And the other? Wesley, ask me
"The other is named Impostor; he can complete any task and make repairs, but he can do one very special thing that helps him win." I inform him
"What can he do? He asks me confused and curious.
I can feel my smile turn a bit sinister, and I put my hands on his shoulder.
"Something like this."
Snap!
Then I broke his neck at once and consumed him.
Wesley Brown, 27 years old, single, ex-army, and experienced in computers and systems, received an unhonorable discharge for blackmailing a fellow soldier with her nudes, which he got from hacking her computer. He is from the group that likes to 'have fun with the test subjects.
Is responsible for the security and communication of this Cadmus lab.
"My God, the HR of Cadmus really knows how to pick them." And now I know exactly how to invade their system.
"Cutting communication and the internet—huh, they have signal blockers as well, initializing Lockdown." Then, just like that, the lights go off.
"Time to hunt!"
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End of Chapter
Hey, I am still alive. Sorry about my absence. It has been very busy for me as I need to work and study, but hey, a new chapter is a new chapter.
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