Chapter 259
Posted on July 28, 2025 · 1 mins read
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Chapter 259

Across the deserted road, a petite figure slowly emerged from the shadows–Elsie.

But unlike the harmless, wide-eyed girl she appeared to be around Noelle and the Anderson family, this version of Elsie had none of that innocence. Her eyes locked onto Brandon, gleaming with bloodthirsty excitement and combat-lust.

Even an ordinary bystander would sense the danger radiating off her–but Brandon? He didn’t flinch.

He merely turned around, leaned lazily against the guardrail, arms draped casually over it. His emerald-green eyes narrowed as he stared at her, his smirk taunting and condescending.

“Are all Serpaton-Mocrta Alliance Lab rats such hyenas?” he drawled. “The moment I step outside, you sniff your way here?”

Elsie didn’t respond. She simply stared at him like a predator itching to strike.

Her earring, however, began to blink blue.

Then a low, hoarse voice came through the communication device–an aged man with a heavy tone.

“The chief of Atoraka-Nowedon’s next-gen projects… and a fully qualified multi-type experimental subject. With a specimen that valuable, how could we not try to acquire him?”

Brandon chuckled, not moving an inch. “So… what? You send this piece of trash after me?”

“Trash?” The voice paused, clearly stunned.

To call their pride and joy, Elsie, trash? The arrogance!

Then came a cold laugh. “Big words. Let’s see if you’re still laughing after…”

But the old man didn’t get to finish.

With a flash, Brandon vanished from the guardrail–and reappeared directly in front of Elsie. In the blink of an eye, he had her by the throat, lifting her clean off the ground.

It happened so fast, no one–not even Elsie–had time to react.

Now, her feet kicked uselessly in the air, her face contorted in pain as Brandon gripped her neck, effortlessly immobilizing her.

He looked up at her with a chilling grin, his voice low and calm. “What? Offended I called her trash? Should I show you just how easy it’d be to break your little masterpiece?”

His fingers tightened.

Elsie choked, struggling, her body thrashing, but it was no use.

She tried to retaliate–but Brandon was faster, stronger, and absolutely merciless. In a matter of seconds, she was limp from lack of oxygen.

“Wait!” Armando Rivera’s voice cut through, panicked.

Brandon’s hand paused, though he didn’t lower Elsie.

“Something else to say?” he asked coolly, eyes flicking toward the blinking earring.

Armando’s tone had shifted–no more arrogance, just urgency. “We apologize for the ambush. If you want compensation, we’ll offer it. Just… don’t kill the girl.”

Brandon let out a cold laugh and tossed Elsie aside like a broken doll.

She crashed to the ground hard, tumbling and scraping along the rough asphalt until she came to a stop. Her exposed skin was torn and bloodied, a mess of abrasions and bruises.

Most people would’ve shown at least a shred of pity.

Brandon showed none.

He was cold-blooded by nature. In his eyes, the world was divided into two types of people–Noelle, and everyone else.

And everyone else? Tools, at best.

Even now, as Elsie lay battered on the ground, he didn’t so much as blink.

The others on the line remained silent, afraid to speak, barely breathing.

Brandon casually walked toward her again, each step slow and deliberate. Then, looking down at the earring, he asked with an easy smile, “Let’s talk compensation then. Start by telling me–why did you plant her in the Anderson family?”

Armando hesitated for a second, then relented.

“Elsie was originally aggressive and bloodthirsty. But after the lab explosion, she developed a secondary personality. We saw it as a rare chance to test emotional response. Sending her to the Andersons wasn’t the original plan–we didn’t know Adriel had ties to your subject.”

Brandon scoffed. “Interesting. Then how do you explain her showing killing intent toward Noelle on day one?”

“That was during sleep. Her aggressive personality surfaces in unconscious states. Your subject’s presence likely triggered it.”

Brandon chuckled again, pure disdain on his face. “So a walking time bomb with unstable personalities is your lab’s proudest creation? No wonder your facility’s going downhill.”

Armando stayed silent.

He wanted to argue. Technically, Elsie was a top-tier product–agility, strength, reflexes, recovery speed… all elite-level. She’d fought multiple elite test subjects during the lab wars and held her own. Among all creations, she’d been their standout.

But now!

Now they’d encountered a monster like Brandon–a man who defeated Elsie effortlessly. A man whose abilities exceeded every known metric.

They had assumed Brandon was a high-tier, maybe SS-level, like Elsie.

But the truth was chilling: Elsie reached SS-level by barely qualifying. Brandon, however, was capped at SS simply because the ranking system didn’t go any higher.

And he wasn’t just strong. He was also the chief commander of Atoraka-Nowedon Lab–one of the most feared, powerful people in the underground world.

The mere thought gave Armando chills.

One thing was now crystal clear: they must never become this man’s enemy. “We still see Elsie as a critical asset,” Armando said quickly. “If you’ll spare her, we’ll support whatever your current goals are. Just name it. Serpaton-Mocrta Lab will back you fully.” Brandon raised an eyebrow.

Smart old bastards, he thought. At least they knew how to read the room.

Bennett–the genius, the prodigy, Noelle’s brother.

Among the top labs, even the best minds rarely matched Bennett in brilliance. And now, Bennett was working on memory replication: a way to record and preserve a human’s entire set of memories.

If successful, it would be a breakthrough–like copying a person’s soul.

And Brandon needed it.

But it had to be done quietly. Atoraka-Nowedon couldn’t know. Not yet.

So he smiled and said. “Since you’re being so generous, I won’t be shy. I’ll call when I need you.”

“Understood.” Armando exhaled in relief.

He ordered Elsie to retreat immediately.

But before leaving, she shot Brandon one last look–eyes burning with resentment, like she still wanted to take him down.

Brandon smirked. “What? Dying for a second round?”

The moment the killing aura around him surged, Elsie flinched. Her fire completely extinguished.

She turned and bolted.

The next morning, just as the first hints of dawn lit the sky, Noelle slowly opened her eyes under the covers.

Still half-asleep, she turned her head–only to see a stunningly handsome man lying right next to her…


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