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Ten days later.

As Lucas stepped out the door, the sunlight stung his eyes.

He stood on the steps and pulled the crumpled receipt from his pocket, on which the amount of compensation was written.

Two thousand three hundred dollars.

For David.

Pay for the medical expenses and emotional distress of that bastard who killed his father.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

Lucas stared at the numbers for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and his laughter grew louder and louder!

Passersby quickened their pace and walked around him. A madman stood in the rain, laughing at a piece of paper, and no one wanted to get close.

After laughing for a while, Lucas folded the ticket, stuffed it into his pocket, and returned to his old rented apartment, ignoring the stares and whispers around him.

Pushing open the door, a musty smell hit me. The house was a mess, with various takeout containers and other trash scattered on the floor. Since his father died, he had been busy with lawsuits and disputes with the insurance company and had no time or mood to clean up the place.

Lucas slumped in front of his computer, skillfully opening some hidden websites and starting to search for terms like "fish-man," "superpowers," and "Colombia mutation."

The more Lucas looked at this information, the stronger his desire became.

He really, really wanted it!

I want the power to tear those bastards to shreds!

"Fuck!!"

Lucas slammed his fist on the keyboard and let out a desperate curse.

It's all fake! It's all nonsense made up by those attention-grabbing scammers!

Lucas turned off the computer, climbed into bed, closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with recent events.

In his sleep, he had a strange dream.

No, it's not entirely a dream; the feeling is far too real.

He dreamt that he wasn't lying in bed, but rather detached from the world and entered a pure void.

In that endless void, something was watching him.

Then, he heard a sound.

It was a whisper that could not be described in human language, which resounded directly in his mind.

His body seemed to undergo some strange change because of the whisper.

If I had to use a word to describe it, it would be...

sublimation!

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Lucas sat up groggily and instinctively reached for his glasses on the bedside table.

But the moment his hand touched the glasses frame, he suddenly froze.

He looked out the window.

The street signs in the distance, the texture of the leaves, even the frequency of the wings of a fly flying through the air... everything is incredibly clear!

His nearsightedness, which was originally over 1,000 degrees, has completely recovered!

Not only that, he felt his body was filled with some kind of explosive power, his senses were amplified countless times, and he could even hear the sound of water flowing from the pipes in the next room!

"this......"

Lucas looked at his hands, his face filled with disbelief.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the strange dream he had the night before.

Could it be...

"Actually, I wasn't dreaming?"

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a strong sense of being watched suddenly welled up in his heart.

Someone is watching him right now.

For some reason, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Lucas's heart: he could kill that observer!

He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on a window across the street as sharp as a knife.

Through the glass, he saw a young black man standing behind the curtains with binoculars, staring in their direction and licking his lips. When Lucas suddenly looked over, the black man was clearly startled, then put down the binoculars, muttering curses and giving the middle finger.

Lucas's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.

Without the slightest hesitation, he strode to the window and, as if he were about to jump from the sixth floor, his upper body went straight out!

boom! ! !

The thick glass shattered instantly, turning into countless sharp shards that flew outwards!

A loud noise rang out in the early morning, startling the young black man in the building across the street. He was clearly terrified by Lucas's mentally unstable behavior, and he fell to the ground with a thud and scrambled out of the room.

But Lucas was no longer paying attention to the other person; his attention had been drawn to something else. He gripped the door frame tightly with both hands, stopped himself, and began to examine his own body.

As he observed, his gaze gradually shifted from initial ferocity to joy, and finally, to madness!

When he broke through the window, flying shards of glass cut more than a dozen gashes of varying sizes into his arms, chest, and abdomen.

Now, under his gaze, the granulation tissue at the edge of the wound began to writhe and intertwine at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the short span of a breath, the wounds healed completely without leaving a single scar!

Lucas shrank back into the room, staring blankly at his current body, a chilling smile creeping onto his lips.

"ha..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Perfect! Perfect!

He truly gained extraordinary abilities!

David! The insurance company!

Everyone!!

They all have to die!!!

Just then, my phone rang.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it; the name displayed on the screen was "Eddie".

Eddie Warren, 43, a former firefighter, whose wife was diagnosed with cancer three years ago, faced the same denial of payment from the same insurance company, ending up with the same fate as his father.

After his wife died, Eddie sold the house to pay off debts and now lives in his car.

Two months ago, they met at a protest outside an insurance company. Since they lived not too far apart, they often got together to drink alone. Over time, their relationship became as close as brothers.

Eddie was much more radical than him; during their last conversation, the other party had already started buying guns and ammunition.

Lucas answered the phone with a smile on his face.

"Lucas!"

The voice on the other end was different from the utterly desperate calm during the last call; Eddie was practically shouting now, his voice filled with excitement.

"Lucas! Listen to me, I don't need to buy a gun!"

Eddie's voice trembled uncontrollably, but not with fear; it was with excitement.

Lucas leaned against the wall, looking down at the glasses he had thrown away on the floor, the smile on his lips still lingering.

"Yeah?"

Contrary to the maniacal smile on his lips, Lucas's tone was unusually calm: "Even if you don't buy a gun, it's fine. I'll handle those bastards."

"No!"

Eddie interrupted him, his voice rising: "No, listen to me! I don't mean I won't kill them! It's just..."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Then, Eddie's voice rang out again, filled with madness:

"I have awakened to the extraordinary!"