Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

His eyes appeared unusually clear in the dim room, which seemed out of place with his ashen and bluish complexion.

The man's name was Wen Yan.

Two weeks ago, at the age of 27, he breathed his last on his sickbed on Earth.

Late-stage lung cancer.

The despair of feeling as if his lungs were filled with water, unable to take in a single ounce of oxygen no matter how hard he tried, was deeply etched into his soul.

That painful memory instilled in Wen Yan a deep-seated fear of death and an almost pathological longing for health.

As if responding to this strong obsession, when he regained consciousness, he found himself in this unfamiliar room with a young body.

Ecstasy was his first reaction.

He thought it was a blessing from heaven, a compensation from fate.

However, this ecstasy lasted for less than ten seconds.

As he tried to sit up in bed, a sharp, throbbing pain gripped his throat.

He was like a fish thrown ashore, convulsing helplessly, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

It wasn't until his older sister, Wenliang, rushed into the room upon hearing the commotion and skillfully fed him the medication that he struggled back from the brink of death.

The subsequent days of bed rest and memory fusion allowed him to fully realize the desperate situation of this body.

This body's name is also Wen Yan, and it is twenty years old.

He has congenital heart disease, which has severely impaired the heart's pumping function, and multiple organs throughout his body are showing signs of failure.

Her parents died in an accident three years ago, and she has been cared for by her older sister, who is six years her senior.

The doctor's final verdict on this body was—life expectancy of less than six months.

From late-stage cancer to late-stage congenital heart disease.

Fate played a cruel joke on him.

Intense despair nearly consumed Wen Yan's reason.

If it weren't for that strange change deep within his soul, he might have truly chosen to end his own life to end this absurd cycle of reincarnation.

Something new had appeared deep within his soul.

A seed that is invisible and intangible, undetectable by conventional technology, yet clearly perceptible to him.

Seed of the Soul.

This is the name it gave back to Wen Yan.

It condenses into one every week deep within Wen Yan's soul, initially having no effect.

But it has one characteristic—it can be "given".

Wen Yan can separate it from his own soul and bestow it upon those "suitable individuals" who harbor the strongest desires in their hearts in a way that is almost a "gift from the void".

The seed will take root in the host's soul, responding to its deepest desires, and based on the host's own characteristics, will give birth to extraordinary power that defies the laws of physics.

As the sower, Wen Yan can simultaneously acquire the abilities of all hosts, vaguely perceive their states and strong emotions, and share their vision under certain conditions.

At the same time, Wen Yan has absolute control and can take back the seeds and abilities at any time.

Every bit of power that the "suitable one" gains through fulfilling their wishes will be fed back to Wen Yan, becoming nourishment to repair his broken body.

This was his magic touch, and also his only way out.

But Wen Yan was not in a hurry to try.

Resurrection, time travel, the seed of the soul... This bizarre experience itself is the greatest warning—it shattered Wen Yan's preconceived notions about the world.

Since "extraordinary" has become a reality for him, are there other unknown extraordinary forces lurking beneath the seemingly ordinary surface of this modern city?

Are there any organizations or individuals that specifically hunt or manage "outcasts"?

This possibility instantly alerted Wen Yan.

Unknown risks are like the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads.

He knew very well that with his current weakened body, which was prone to heart failure even with the slightest excitement, once his abnormalities were exposed, what awaited him would not be salvation, but control and research.

Before uncovering the truth of the world and accumulating sufficient strength for self-protection, all actions must adhere to the highest principle of "absolutely concealing one's own abnormality."

Fortunately, the original owner's personality and circumstances provided him with a near-perfect disguise.

Who would scrutinize a dying young man who is self-conscious, withdrawn, and almost cut off from society due to serious illness?

He must inherit this "isolation" and take it even more thoroughly.

He wanted to become a transparent shadow, a patient forgotten by the world, cautiously extending his tentacles from within a safe shell.

So, how can we resolve an imminent physical crisis while keeping it hidden?

Lying in the hospital bed, enduring the throbbing pain in his heart, Wen Yan forced himself to think calmly and finally set three absolute rules for his actions:

First, physical isolation.

Under no circumstances should there be any physical contact or face-to-face communication with the host.

The seed release must be done remotely; he must always remain behind the scenes, the ghost who manipulates the puppets without ever showing his face.

Second, marginalization screening.

The "qualified person" cannot be the center of attention or a powerful figure.

Such people are under such intense scrutiny that any slight change will be examined under a microscope.

The target must be an invisible person on the margins of society, the kind of "dust" that, even if they scream and rage in the street, will be ignored by others.

Third, strong negative drive.

In order to obtain the energy to repair the body as quickly as possible, the host's desire must be extremely strong, even obsessive.

Only extreme love, hate, despair, or anger can bring about dramatic changes in a short period of time, providing Wen Yan with a high level of life feedback.

Based on these principles, Wen Yan began to secretly collect information using the internet and limited travel.

He browsed the dark corners of local news, legal reports, and social forums, searching for that "suitable" target.

It wasn't until a few days later that he saw follow-up reports on the "murder of female college student Chen Xiaoyu" and the empty, desperate eyes of the victim's father, Chen Guohua, in front of the camera.

What caught his attention even more was that the report mentioned Chen Guohua living in the same old street in the district.

By chance, Wen Yan, accompanied by her sister, returned from a short trip and brushed past Chen Guohua in the hallway.

At that moment, he saw the flames of annihilation burning beneath the other's eyes.

Wen Yan immediately understood that this was a person with a strong desire.

A man tormented by illness, who lost his only loved one, was slandered by the perpetrator's family, and whose own life was already on the countdown.

His hatred was pure and intense.

His predicament left him with no way out.

If his revenge is achieved with extraordinary power, others may marvel at his "madness" and "outburst," but what they will first think of is a father's ultimate madness, not the supernatural.

That's him.

The first experimental sample, the first stepping stone, and also the first...life-saving nutrient.

That night, Wen Yan lay in bed, locking onto the point of light representing Chen Guohua in the void. The nascent seed deep within his soul was gently peeled away, crossing the barriers of reality, and silently merging into that soul soaked in hatred.