บท 1273: Purpose

8 years ago, in one of the Cross Faction research facilities.

"T-This… This thing is not human!"

"The whole point of the project was to create an advanced human to match those half-bloods!"

"A human being! Not this… this abomination!"

"What a failure… Shut down the project immediately!"

"Then, what should we do with this failed product? What about this kid?" 

Despite hearing the alarming remarks mixed with fear from the adults around him, the kid who was the topic of the conversation remained silent with his head hung down.

At this moment, the 12-year-old Anzi knew he was standing at death's door. As an unwanted failed product, being disposed of was already a fixed outcome for him – there was nothing he could do to change it.

As the fear of his future loomed over him, the sound of footsteps approached him.