Author's Note
( Before you begin, I'd like to share a small note.)
(The opening chapters are intentionally slower, focusing on character development, emotions, and the ideas that shape the world. If the beginning feels quiet, I ask for a little patience. The story gradually builds toward bigger mysteries, higher stakes, and a much faster pace.)
(This novel is written for readers who enjoy depth, mystery, psychological elements, and a gradual buildup rather than nonstop action from the very first chapter.)
(If you'd rather get to the main story quickly, you can skip a few parts of the early chapters. However, as the author, I recommend reading them, as they'll help you better understand the characters and make later moments far more meaningful.)
(Lastly.....
The story is not as simple that it feels in beginning it unpredictability will surpass your thoughts.)
Thank you for giving this story a chance.
( I hope you enjoy the journey.)
Let's begin....
The sky had turned black despite it being morning.
Thick storm clouds swallowed every trace of sunlight, casting the world beneath them into an eerie twilight. Rain crashed relentlessly against the empty road, each drop striking the pavement with enough force to blur the distant buildings into nothing but gray shadows.
A single black car sliced through the downpour.
Inside, a small boy sat beside the window.
His vacant eyes remained fixed on the world outside, watching the rain race across the glass. There was no curiosity...
No fear...
No excitement.
Only a silence far too heavy for someone his age.
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, worry filling his face.
Neither of them spoke.
Minutes later, the car slowed to a stop in front of a massive hospital.
Before the vehicle had fully stopped—
The door flew open.
The boy leaped into the pouring rain.
"Young Master!" the driver shouted. "Please stop! You'll get hurt!"
But the words never reached him.
Or perhaps...
Nothing in the world mattered anymore except the one person waiting inside.
Ignoring the freezing rain soaking his clothes, the boy sprinted toward the hospital entrance.
Thunder roared across the heavens.
Lightning split the dark sky.
Yet he never slowed.
His small footsteps echoed through the endless white corridors as doctors and nurses turned to look.
He didn't notice them.
He ran past hallway after hallway...
Until finally—
He stopped before a familiar room.
His trembling hand reached for the handle.
Click.
The door slowly opened.
A frail woman stood beside the window, quietly watching the rain outside.
She looked as though even standing required every ounce of strength she had left.
An IV tube pierced the back of her hand.
Clear fluid dripped slowly through the saline bottle beside her bed while another tube carried blood into her weakened body.
The sound of the opening door made her gently turn her head.
A warm smile appeared on her pale face.
"...Saino."
The moment he heard her voice...
Every wall around his heart shattered.
"Mom..."
His voice broke into a whisper as tears burst from his eyes.
He rushed toward her and wrapped his tiny arms around her as carefully as he could, terrified that even the slightest force might hurt her.
This was only the third time he had been allowed to see her.
Most days, the doctors refused visitors because of her critical condition.
Today...
She was just stable enough.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, she stroked his wet hair.
"Don't cry, Saino," she whispered softly. "I'll be okay. I'll come home soon... and we'll play together again."
Her smile was gentle.
Hopeful.
But Saino couldn't believe a single word.
His head slowly lowered until it rested against her fragile hand.
I'm the reason...
I'm the reason you're suffering.
I don't deserve to be called your son.
His shoulders shook uncontrollably as guilt consumed every corner of his heart.
Seeing him like this, his mother quietly looked back toward the rain-covered window.
"Look outside, Saino," she said softly.
"The rain... isn't it beautiful?"
But he never looked.
His eyes remained fixed on the floor as tears continued to fall.
Slowly...
She lifted his chin with trembling fingers until their eyes met.
Then she gently held his small hand inside hers.
"Saino..."
Her voice was weak...
Yet every word carried more strength than any storm outside.
"Tell me honestly..."
"Do you still believe that you're responsible for my condition?"
Saino couldn't answer.
Silence was enough.
A gentle smile spread across her face.
"That's not true."
"And even if... even if it were..."
She tightened her grip around his tiny hand.
"I would still never regret giving birth to you."
"Not for a single second."
"If bringing you into this world meant I had to suffer like this..."
"I would choose the same path again."
A tear rolled down her own cheek.
"And even if I died..."
"I still wouldn't have a single regret."
"Because I was blessed..."
"...to become your mother."
Time itself seemed to stop.
Outside...
The rain continued to fall without mercy.
Inside...
A little boy stood frozen, tears streaming endlessly down his face , just a simple word came out mom....
.Her mother gently brushed away the tears on Saino's face before asking with a warm smile,
"Saino..."
"Are you making friends?"
"Are you enjoying your days like other children?"
The question froze him.
For a brief moment...
His eyes lost focus.
And the world around him slowly faded away.
---
The flashback...
From the last Two years ...
The mansion was silent.
Inside one of its grand bedrooms, expensive furniture lined the walls, polished marble reflected the morning light, and shelves filled with countless books stretched from floor to ceiling.
It was a room any child would dream of.
Yet...
A six-year-old boy sat alone on the cold floor.
Books lay scattered around him in complete disorder.
Medical journals.
Advanced anatomy.
University-level biology.
Genetics.
Immunology.
One after another...
He flipped through each page with desperate eyes.
Not because he enjoyed studying.
Not because someone had told him to.
But because somewhere...
Hidden inside those thousands of pages...
There had to be an answer.
A way to save his mother.
Minutes passed.
Then hours.
The pile of finished books continued to grow.
But every page ended the same way.
Nothing.
No cure.
No treatment.
No hope.
Slowly, Saino lowered his head.
Even knowledge...
...had abandoned him.
For a normal child, reading books far beyond a university student's level would have been impossible.
Yet to Saino...
It had become ordinary.
Knock. Knock.
"Saino?"
A gentle voice echoed from outside.
He quietly stood and opened the door.
Waiting outside was a man with neatly combed white hair, dressed in a spotless white coat.
A calm smile rested on his face.
"The time has come for today's session, Young Master."
Saino simply nodded.
"...I'm coming."
"I'll be waiting."
The man walked away.
Without saying another word, Saino carefully picked up every book from the floor and returned them to the enormous bookshelf.
Everything...
Neatly arranged.
Perfectly organized.
As if the room had never been disturbed.
A few moments later...
He stood before a massive steel door.
With a mechanical hiss...
The door slowly opened.
Darkness greeted him.
The room beyond was cold and almost empty.
Only a long table stood in the center.
Around it sat six people wearing white laboratory coats.
Stacks of reports covered the table.
The white-haired man took his seat among them.
One of the researchers adjusted his glasses before speaking.
"Let's begin, Young Master."
---
Nine hours later...
The heavy steel door opened once again.
Saino calmly stepped outside.
His expression...
Hadn't changed.
No pain.
No fear.
No anger.
No tears.
Only silence.
Only calm.
But beneath that calm...
Thin streams of blood slowly flowed from his nose and ears.
He casually wiped them away with his sleeve...
As though it happened every day.
Without resting...
Without complaining...
He walked toward another room.
The researchers remained behind.
Silence filled the laboratory.
Finally, one of them slammed a report onto the table.
"This is insanity."
"He's only six years old."
"The experiments began when he was four."
"If any ordinary child had gone through the same conditions..."
"They would have died."
"...or completely lost their mind."
Another researcher stared at the documents in disbelief.
The reports listed countless evaluations.
Few were
Temperature Resistance
Pain Resistance
Poison Resistance
Mental control and Manipulation Resistance
Breaking Physical Limits
Breaking Cognitive Limits
Every test pushed beyond what the human body should have endured.
"This isn't training," another researcher whispered.
"It's just torture."
"I doubt even an adult would survive half of this."
"So how..."
"...is that child still standing?"
Their voices slowly died away.
The white-haired man, who had been leaning quietly against the wall, finally smiled.
A smile devoid of warmth.
"You don't need to concern yourselves."
"Our duty is only to conduct the experiments."
"If he dies..."
"It won't be our responsibility."
His eyes gleamed with twisted excitement.
"And besides..."
"I believe he'll become the first human to shatter every natural limit."
"The perfect masterpiece."
His smile slowly widened.
Dark.
Obsessive.
"I can't wait..."
"...to witness the birth of a true monster."
''...to surpass the word genius itself ''
---
Saino arrived before another steel door.
This one felt different.
The moment it opened...
An overwhelming pressure swallowed the air itself.
The room was darker than the last.
Every instinct screamed at him to turn back.
Yet his face remained completely still.
"I've arrived, Master."
A deep voice echoed from the darkness.
"You're late... Yamahasi."
"I apologize, Master."
There was no fear in Saino's voice.
No hesitation.
Only obedience.
For several seconds...
Neither of them spoke.
Then the figure hidden in the darkness finally asked,
"Tell me, Saino..."
"Why do humans fight?"
The question caught him off guard.
He blinked once before quietly answering,
"...I don't know, Master."
A rare trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
After a brief silence, he hesitantly asked,
"But..."
"...why do I have to fight others?"
The instant those words left his mouth—
An invisible pressure exploded across the room.
BOOM.
The walls trembled.
Dark red blood splattered across the cold concrete from every direction.
The air itself seemed to grow heavier.
And in that suffocating silence...
The lesson had began.