Under the might of Reality Warping, it was as if a person's figure had been erased with an eraser; the Black Doctor in front of Alex Johnson simply dissipated into the air, turning into a puff of gray mist and vanishing without a trace.
Ding!!
The surgical knife, clutched in panic, fell from the air with a crisp clang.
A single word determined life and death.
The poor fellow was instantly reduced to dust, completely vanishing from the world.
Alex stepped into the back-alley Black Clinic; although young, he had heard rumors of human organ trafficking.
To sell one's kidney for a new phone—one could only say such people were incredibly foolish.
But to deceitfully take someone's organs without cause was an unforgivable sin, impossible to excuse.
"Such scum shouldn't exist in this world."
Alex cursed.
He looked around the entire Black Clinic; the square space was cluttered with miscellaneous items, and a surgical table stood in the center, flanked by cold surgical tools.
The walls were covered with X-rays and color photographs.
His keen sense of smell also detected the scent of blood coming from the partition, and Alex frowned, realizing this Black Clinic had likely harmed others before.
Damn scum!
Suddenly, Alex, at thirteen, felt a surge of disgust for the city he had always admired since childhood.
"Money..."
Alex's gaze fell upon stacks of banknotes in a drawer; he felt no shame about this ill-gotten wealth.
After everything he had been through, he had come to realize that beneath the seemingly gentle world lay the brutal rules of the strong preying on the weak.
Without the potential for infinite genetic evolution, his heaven-blessed immortal constitution would likely become a specimen in someone else's experimental base.
Even if he overcame this, without sufficient power, his naive and young self would be deceived by the treacherous schemes of the city.
The world is dangerous!
Human hearts are unfathomable!
Alex stuffed a stack of cash, totaling over ten thousand U.S. dollars, into his pants pocket.
Then... he put on a jacket to cover his somewhat tattered clothes underneath, and his tall, slender figure walked out of the Black Clinic and onto the street outside the alley.
With this money, he first went to a mall outside the street.
Alex clearly needed a new set of clothes.
Soon, guided by his aesthetic, he was dressed in a black hoodie and loose casual pants.
After washing his face, Alex's slightly youthful face appeared quite handsome, with a cascade of smooth black hair, giving him a somewhat prematurely mature air, yet his clear, black-and-white eyes held a cold intensity, exuding an unapproachable indifference.
The female attendant had initially wanted to tease this handsome boy who had come alone, but seeing his cold expression, she immediately dared not say anything more.
After paying, Alex left the mall.
Of course, he also remembered to buy himself a new phone.
He pulled on his black hood and wore earphones, his sharply defined handsome face showing a hint of seriousness as he focused intently on the phone in his hand; if Alex had also carried a skateboard under his right arm, he would have looked exactly like a cool street boy.
Even so, his appearance on the street attracted the attention of many young girls, with an extremely high return rate.
"So handsome."
"Much more handsome than those blockheads at our school."
"That focused look, and his indifferent expression, are just too cool."
Some ladies passing by whispered among themselves.
On the Manhattan streets beneath the neon lights, many party animals were already heading to nightclubs, and seeing such a solitary cool boy, some ladies were eager to approach and test the waters.
"Hey little brother, are you old enough to drink? Want big sister to take you out?"
A beautiful white-collar lady in a white business shirt came forward to flirt.
Alex shook his head indifferently, turned up the volume on his phone, and walked away as if no one else was there.
"What an unfeeling little brat..."
The beautiful white-collar lady, disappointed, turned and left.
Following the scent, Alex's steps quickened, and soon, his figure appeared outside a shop.
"Boss, a bag of donuts."
His cash quickly bought him a bag of delicious donuts; as for the food offered by that malicious person earlier, he had already thrown it on the ground, unwilling to eat even a single piece.
In the empty restaurant, Alex sat on a soft sofa, savoring the delicious donuts.
At this moment, it was the happiest he had been in over half a month.
Damn it, before that, he couldn't even breathe a wisp of fresh air.
His hunger was quickly sated, and Alex's immediate priority was to plan his future life and goals.
This was a good tradition he had inherited from his mother.
He needed to allocate time for all the tasks he had to handle each day, keeping things clear and organized, and trying to complete his academic and life issues within the designated timeframes.
First, naturally, was his sister.
Second, revenge.
With lost contact information, stranded in Manhattan on the East Coast of North America, a continent away from the West Coast, without communication, without identification, and still underage, he couldn't find a convenient way to return.
Moreover, his old residence was certainly unsafe; there was no reason Susan would be nearby.
Thinking of his sister Susan, her eyes blinking, full of a sly, foxy charm, Alex's cold face gradually softened into a smile; this little rascal who used to give him headaches wouldn't be so easily caught.
In the back of his mind, Alex always felt that his sister was not in any danger.
This was an intuition, an unknown feeling on a spiritual level.
It was as if any trouble she faced would surely trigger his alarm.
Alex recalled the overwhelming distress and anxiety he felt when his mother passed away, having sensed it beforehand, and ultimately watching his loved one depart in helpless sorrow.
He shook his head, burying these painful memories deep in his mind.
"So, what about revenge?"
Alex's expression turned stern again.
In fact, after his capture, he was not immediately sent to the large experimental base on the snowy plains; it was less than two days later that he was transferred to another experimental base.
As for the master of the first experimental base and the one who orchestrated the capture of him and his sister, Alex remembered his name very clearly.
"General Stryker..."
Even a simple search on a phone's web browser could clearly and accurately detail the illustrious and distinguished career of this General...
William Stryker!
This name was truly renowned, echoing globally.
His most significant achievement was offending the entire mutant race; Magneto Erik, an extremist, hated him to the bone, and even the conservative Professor Charles, a mutant, had considerable grievances against him.
Through his phone search, Alex learned about the mutant race directly from the associated terms with 'General Stryker.'
According to Professor Charles's consistent explanation, every human body might possess an X-Gene, and the difference was that a mutant's X-Gene was fully expressed, which is why ordinary couples could give birth to mutant children.
"I am not a mutant..."
Alex frowned slightly; this was why he was suddenly transferred to another experimental base.
However, he still held a degree of goodwill towards mutants with supernatural powers, perhaps out of empathy, as they too suffered unjust oppression.
Thump!!
Just then, a bottle of lemon soda was placed on his table with a crisp sound.
"Hey, who just eats a bag of donuts without getting thirsty?"
A girl with two golden pigtails teased.
She had been sitting across from the bar and was quite interested in this handsome young boy who loved donuts.
Mindy's delicate face was full of curiosity as she said, "It's so late now, aren't you going home? Have you finished your homework? Don't you have class tomorrow?"