Alvin instinctively squatted down with lightning speed, his heart pounding. “You should be preparing for the test session, why are you all still sitting lazily?” One of them barked, displeasure coloring his face on seeing everyone in relaxed blissful postures. Alvin exhaled in relief, he didn't seem to have noticed him. The two people behind the young man who seemed to be the professor continued talking about the new elixir, while the professor watched the rest of the staff. Alvin looked at the little bundle in his arms. The child woke up due to Alvin's fast movement as he squatted down, but he didn't cry, just looking up at him. “Good boy.” He muttered and carefully lowered the child into the makeshift cot in the storage space. He watched the kid to check if he would cry. Seeing that it didn't show any sign of discomfort due to the strange environment, he returned to the task at hand. His anesthetic gun materialised in his hand. Earlier, Alvin inadvertently discovered th

His expression showed nothing but Alvin's ability at reading emotions had significantly improved. His guess was that this super computer was connected to a larger monitoring room. The professor could assume that the people in the control room would see his strange reflection, and send backup. But Alvin didn't plan to stay long enough. “System, can you help me hack the code?” “Nope. But I can help you copy his memories. Just this once though, this can't be used many times.” A chip transmitter appeared in Alvin’s hand and he stuck it to the man's neck. The man felt electric shocks wrecking his body. He screamed. “You bastard, what are you doing to me?” A warm liquid rose to the professor's chest, and he felt his head splitting. Ants seemed to be eating away at his brain, pulling down the barrier around his spiritual sea. If this continued, he might go crazy with pain. “If you want me to stop, unlock the computer and don't play tricks. If you dare to send a code, or call for

Dark owl fortress Alvin glared at the person before him. His eyes weren't visible beneath his black cloak, but the person before him didn't seem to mind. “You had the choice to leave earlier, with an intact body. Now, you can only be my specimen. I smell a powerful bond inside you, you will add more shine to my resplendent crown.” Alvin burst into laughter. Blood colored his teeth beneath the mask, and his breathing was heavy. Some people truly had vivid imaginations. He, Alvin, reduced to a specimen? Hahahaha. The professor remained unruffled, watching Alvin like he was a stain on the otherwise pristine tiles. The next instant, the cuffs tightened, causing professor Kim to hiss in pain. Alvin delivered a well timed kick, sending the man to the floor. Alvin pulled out the two poisoned needles, and burned the now empty syringes. If not for fear of leaving traces of his DNA, he would have stabbed the needles right into the evil professor’s eyes. He hit some points on his ow

Alvin continued to type furiously at the keyboard, but his limbs were turning disobedient . They no longer did what he needed them to do, sluggish in a way that they never were. He felt blood on his face, and shifted his mask to wipe them off. He touched nothing. Blood was blinding his vision, but nothing stained his hand. What was happening? Even as he wondered, he didn't stop typing, his hand moving through using muscle memory. He had gotten so good at hacking that he could do it with his eyes closed. Not in this condition though. Internal bleeding. The answer resounded in Alvin's mind, cold, heavy and final. The blood wasn't dripping down his face and covering his eyes, the veins ruptured from the insides, sending blood to places they had no business being. He continued typing, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the blood clots. He tried to circulate energy to protect his head and eyes, but he saw signs of toxins in his meridians, causing him to stop. He would rather not ri

Alvin waved a handkerchief and sedating needles rained down on the vulture. It screeched like there was no tomorrow, and ran after Alvin. Alvin used a movement technique, appearing behind the mage. The vulture paused, and stretched its long neck like it was confused and searching for something. “Young man, how did you manage to get in here?” The vulture man asked casually, as if it hadn't just sent a monstrous beast after him. The vulture went through a special mutation to make it more skilled in combat, not counting how many cultivators the old man fed it daily. It had strong combat prowess but vultures weren't the smartest organisms. They still needed instructions before they could do anything. Alvin raised his handkerchief again. The vulture man sneered. “Young man, don't waste your energy. My pet is a spiritual beast. Trying to use those petty tricks…” The vulture flapped its wings and lunged towards Alvin, while the mage quickly got out of the way. “Squeeeek…” Al