Chapter One – The Beginning

  Red emergency lights flashed irritably… corpses of men and women littered the laboratory floor… blood coated everything… screams filled the air.

  “He’s out!!… it’s… it’s!!”

  One man screamed before his body exploded from within.

  Then, in the darkness, violet eyes appeared, glowing… six of them.

  One of the best and largest human laboratories, Biotera, had suffered one of the most devastating attacks in decades.

  Six years had passed since that incident.

  Current time: 2085.

  Rin, her black hair tied tightly, hovered a finger over a translucent screen.

  “Team approved.”

  Two faces appeared.

  “Category S. Veyron, highest neural stability rating for five consecutive years.”

  She paused, then added,

  “He will be assigned to SS-01.”

  A scientist leapt to his feet.

  “SS-01?? It’s too early! He’s unstable, still a risk!”

  Veyron walked through the Biotera laboratory… a massive facility, yet he passed by the containment center where he had been as a child.

  He remembered a phrase…

  "You were born to be a mentor… that is your purpose."

  Words he had grown used to hearing.

  The memory stopped as he entered a large, dark room. Walls were covered with screens displaying maps and live feeds of the world outside the colony. Rin appeared, poised, authoritative. She presented a large table showing mission objectives.

  Rin: “Your mission has been assigned… your malformed heir is SS-01… in Clodus West, at the same time as Clodus East.”

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  Veyron, surprised: “Why… I’ve never left the colony before… SS? Isn’t that the highest S-rank?”

  Rin: “…Now go with the soldiers to receive your malformed heir. Further information will be provided later.”

  Veyron was taken by soldiers into a stark white room. He closed his eyes, centering himself.

  “Not the first time I’ve mentored…” he thought.

  SS-01 approached, restrained. Rin observed from a hidden wall, then spoke over the comm:

  “Begin the neural link between the mentor and the malformed heir within three minutes.”

  When Veyron saw SS-01… shock hit him full in the face.

  A malformed heir… humanoid in structure, yet with many differences: horns, unusual skin and hair colors… a faintly alien-animalistic trait, yet humanoid.

  SS-01 stood before him, tall and slender. There was no tension in his stance, no overt hostility—shoulders relaxed, head tilted slightly as if listening to something distant no one else could hear. His muscular body gleamed under the sterile lab lights. His pale skin reflected the light like polished marble.

  Long, golden-blond hair flowed lightly over his forehead, strands moving with the slightest air currents.

  His features were unnervingly symmetrical; a straight nose, calm lips, expression neutral, devoid of excess emotion.

  Then those eyes… large, violet, pure.

  Beneath each, a smaller eye observed from a different angle.

  He did not stare aggressively, but politely.

  Veyron thought to himself: “Perhaps only the number of his eyes makes him inhuman… and that towering height… maybe 200 cm?”

  “Mentor?” SS-01 asked, voice slow, deliberate. His fangs were visible, prominent, yet his voice emerged low, soft, frictionless. No mockery. No obvious challenge.

  He smiled faintly, barely moving his lips,

  and said quietly,

  “How many seconds would your brain last if I increased the dose just a little?”

  Veyron’s face shifted, a shiver running through his body… the six eyes before him became empty, unsettling… as he spoke.

  Veyron did not respond… he could only feel SS-01’s gaze—cold, examining…

  SS-01 smiled wider.

  “What’s your name?”

  Veyron trembled under the gaze, the intensity of those violet eyes tracing him from head to toe.

  “Veyron,” he answered, ignoring the heat crawling across his skin.

  “Begin.”

  Then Rin’s voice came over the comm.

  SS-01 extended his hand… claws sharp and dangerous… Veyron met them. Quantum genes surged, warmth and heartbeat. Not Veyron’s first time—he relaxed. Yet Rin sensed a red flash, her expression tense.

  White light fractured into red.

  Veyron’s hand was still locked with SS-01’s when the first pulse struck.

  Not warmth.

  Not energy.

  Pain.

  Raw, invasive, surgical pain.

  His veins lit up like burning wires, skin splitting at the contact point as quantum feedback surged through the neural link. His knees hit the floor.

  Across from him, SS-01 did not flinch.

  His violet slit pupils narrowed, observing.

  “Fascinating,” he murmured softly. “Your nervous system is collapsing at medium output.”

  “Control it—!” Veyron choked, teeth grinding.

  Monitors screamed. Red warnings flooded the chamber walls.

  Outside the glass, Rin didn’t move.

  “Reduce quantum flow immediately,” a scientist shouted.

  SS-01 tilted his head.

  “Why?”

  The pulse intensified.

  Veyron felt his heartbeat echo—not in his chest—but inside another body.

  He could hear it.

  SS-01’s.

  Slow.

  Measured.

  Calm.

  “You’re loud,” SS-01 said quietly. “Humans are inefficient.”

  Rin’s voice cut through the chamber speakers.

  “SS-01. Cut the transmission. Now.”

  For the first time, something shifted in his expression.

  Not obedience.

  Curiosity.

  “What happens if I don’t?”

  The room trembled as feedback looped violently between them.

  Veyron forced himself up, vision blurring, and grabbed SS-01 by the collar.

  “Look at me,” he growled.

  SS-01’s lips curved faintly.

  “Do you like my face, mentor?”

  Veyron punched him.

  The impact echoed.

  And SS-01 blinked.

  Pain.

  Real pain.

  For the first time, the experiment looked… surprised.

  Shock systems activated. Electricity tore them apart. Both bodies dropped.

  Silence fell heavy in the white chamber.

  Behind the glass, Rin exhaled slowly.

  “Finally,” she whispered.

  “He survived.”