Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

The baby could never be born.

"This is the consequence of tampering with human genomes. Sophia was born a superhuman. She was naturally immune to various diseases, but it also means that her body isn’t suited for reproduction since her birth."

"Much like a mule bred from a donkey and a horse. A mule is incapable of reproduction."

Sophia was the metaphorical mule in question. It would be impossible for her to conceive a child, let alone a healthy one.

Genome editing was a bit like Pandora’s box. Once it was opened, the consequences that followed were unpredictable.

"This isn’t a trivial matter. It’s honestly terrifying. The scope of implications is very broad. Sophia was probably not their sole experimental subject. There must be an evil and terrifying organization that had everything planned."

Eason tapped on the table and continued, "We first learned about the genius selection, then learned about the missing teenagers. Serial killings along with dismemberment cases were thrown into the mix as well.

Looking back at this case concerning genome editing, everything seemed unrelated. Who knew that they’d end up inter-relating to one another?"

Eason suddenly showed a remarkable shred of his intelligence.

Perhaps he had always been this smart.

It was just a pity that he figured it out a bit later than someone else.

Dexter had already found all of this out many years ago. He had everything plastered on the wall already.

I turned to look at Dexter. My gaze burned into him.

I wasn’t trying to reprimand him, but I just couldn’t understand why he refused to say anything at this moment.

"That’s right. The rich have long been conducting genome editing in secret to leave outstanding heirs in their place," Dexter’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke up, "I’m actually a genetically modified person as well, but my situation is different from Sophia’s."

"She underwent the complete genome editing process, while I only underwent modifications in resisting hereditary diseases and some enhancements. My intelligence and physical fitness was enhanced, along with some genes related to bettering my facial features."

As soon as Dexter finished speaking, everyone stared at him.

Some of the researchers’ eyes seemed to have lit up.

Human desire was truly a terrifying thing to behold.

Since ancient times, kings have tried to pursue immortality. It turned out that people were still doing it in the present day. Research on longevity, anti-aging, and ways to achieve eternal youth never ceased.

But such studies were against the principles of humanity. It was against the laws of nature. Even so, human desire to pursue immortality would undoubtedly persist till the end of times.

"Andy never loved my mother. My mom was just a beautiful woman with perfect genes. She was chosen by my grandpa to bear a child for the Blacks. All she was to them was an egg donor, while

Andy was the sperm provider," Dexter said.

Andy was Dexter’s so-called biological father, as it seemed.

Dexter chuckled coldly after saying that.

In plain terms, he was nothing but a product of surrogacy. He was much like an object, a commodity.

"My grandpa wanted to have a perfect heir, so as a genetically modified person, I was born in a laboratory in Melovia," he continued.

Suddenly, I understood why Dexter stopped talking about the secrets he kept.

It was because each secret he kept hurt him. He was essentially stabbing himself by revealing his secrets.

"I was observed closely by researchers until I was eight years old. It was at that age when the Blacks had to take me back. They signed a contract and everything."

"But they ended up backtracking because I was always silent and liked to be alone. Due to the genome editing, my brain development was abnormally delayed before the age of weight. I was a lot less intelligent than other eight year olds out there as well."

"Because of that, they considered me as a failed experimental product. After they brought me back to the country, they dumped me at an orphanage." Dexter took a deep breath and looked at Eason with indifference.

He continued, "But they didn’t know that after the age of eight, my brain started to develop to a point where no normal person could even comprehend." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Then, Dexter pointed at his own temple. His voice was tinged with resentment as he spoke.

He seemed to believe that he himself was also a genetically modified monstrosity.

I probably knew everything about what happened next. Dexter’s exceptional talents suddenly flourished. He entered an advanced class as a teenager and rose to fame overnight. The Black family was thrilled to welcome Dexter back during this time.

Oh, how ironic! How terrible could human nature be?

"How about Simmy?" Eason asked anxiously.

Was Simeon also a baby who underwent genome editing?

Dexter gazed at Eason and asked with a solemn tone, "Do you know why wealthy individuals invest in genome editing? They do so because they aspire for their children to become the next Einstein or Rockefeller. But God’s creation of human beings is truly miraculous. Every so often, a natural genius emerges to propel the world’s development... "

"Only God possesses the power to manipulate human genes. However, there are always individuals who dare to challenge this notion, foolishly believing that they can replace or even fabricate God Himself."

Dexter’s words were crystal clear. Simeon was a natural genius, a one-in-a-billion prodigy from birth. Yet, he was changed due to human interference.

He was genetically superior and had been altered and improved based on his superior genetics. He was destined for success.

Dexter stared at the scientific researchers. "The woman who bore me carries a quarter of Yowhayton ancestry. Genes can be passed down and inherited. This is the wonder of humanity and the horror of genetics. If it is not against the law, wouldn’t you desire your children to be born at the peak of their potential?"

Despite seeming absurd, this idea uncovered an important truth about human nature.

"Do you not desire for your child to be born a genius, possessing natural resistance against various diseases?"

The researchers remained silent.

"But this is uncontrollable. Despite the advantages, the risks of genetic mutation are too high. I can’t allow my children to take this risk," one of the researchers replied, shaking his head.

Dexter agreed. "So we must thoroughly investigate this matter."

Despite the challenges faced, it was crucial to uncover the truth. The entire organization should be completely dismantled and destroyed.

"I’ve been investigating these issues for six years, yet I’ve never truly reached their core. I underestimated the complexity of human nature and the horrors of power."

And also underestimated the intelligence of the mastermind.

Dexter had concluded long ago that the person who planned all of this was definitely not simple. Without a doubt, this individual was a brilliant genius, far surpassing Dexter’s intelligence.

"Who do you suspect?" Eason looked at Dexter nervously.

"Peter." Dexter grasped my hand and gazed at me with determination.

He appeared to be assuring me that he would help me find out everything. He would always be there for me, always protecting me.

"But Peter might not be the true mastermind. I went to the asylum this time not only to uncover Peter’s weaknesses but also to assess his true intentions. He is very ambitious and clever, but not

exceptionally intelligent." Peter was intelligent but could not meticulously strategize and craft intricate plans.

Eason agreed. "Then let’s start with him."

Dexter glanced over at Eason. "Regarding the serial murder case, all victims are far from innocent. The reason why this killer has attracted so much attention from society is that his underlying goal... must be to unveil the truth about genome editing."

"He wants us to wait and see. He’s provoking the mastermind behind this plan," said Dexter, his voice hoarse and low.

I was breathing heavily. From a certain perspective, the individual responsible for the serial murders could be seen as more of an adversary, a foe of the mastermind behind this scheme.