Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"You don’t seem to be very happy with the regulations here, Subject Number 77."

What a petty man.

I stared at the doctor coldly and remained silent. I didn’t even deserve my own name here.

"You should take a look at the system I’ve established." He lifted his hand and pointed at the pod next to mine.

The staff member released the subject inside. It was a beautiful woman.

As if she was a hollow shell, the woman walked toward the doctor.

"Kneel," he said in a low voice.

The woman didn’t hesitate at all. She immediately knelt down next to his feet.

He flashed me a smile like he was bragging. However, it also served as a warning. It implied that I should be just as obedient, like some kind of dog...

"You’re disgusting." I smiled in response. "Men like you are probably at the lowest of lows in society, right?

"Are you only here looking for some sort of validation because you couldn’t get any in the outside world? Do you know what they call people like you? Trash."

My provocation angered him, and his expression darkened. He pressed the button outside of the pod with a twisted smile.

"I’ll show you that I’m in charge here."

All of a sudden, ice-cold water began pouring down from the top.

Subsequently, he turned on the air-conditioning of the pod...

My entire body was shivering. I slammed my fists against the walls in anger, but my efforts were futile. The staff member was mildly nervous. "Dr. Alan, she’s... a subject that the higher-ups told us to look after specifically. If something were to happen to her, that’d make things difficult for us..."

My body temperature went out of balance in an instant. My body stiffened, and I fell to the ground. A burning sensation spread across my skin.

After the hypothermia kicked in, I didn’t feel cold anymore. Instead, I felt like I was being burned alive.

The devil stood outside watching, waiting for me to beg for mercy.

"Watch her temperature. As long as her life isn’t in danger, let her stay freezing. Cut the air-conditioning when she learns how to beg for mercy..." the doctor instructed.

"Dexter..." My consciousness became scattered at the brink of death, and my brain replayed the image I wanted to see the most.

Dexter...

I couldn’t die.

I couldn’t possibly leave him behind again—I couldn’t!

Suddenly, a siren began blaring. My heart rate started to become erratic.

My electrocardiogram flatlined.

The staff members were horrified. They pressed the control panel in a panic and frantically opened the door to the pod.

Alan was stunned as well. He didn’t expect me to be this fragile. "Open the door and start CPR. Get her heart rate back up. Sodium bicarbonate! Hurry!"

The machine was still blaring. Shoving the staff members aside, the doctor rushed in and gave me CPR himself.

His panic calmed me. The truth serum hadn’t made me lose my value after all.

He didn’t dare to let me die.

All of a sudden, a pained scream rang out across the pod. I had pinned Alan below me in one swift

movement and pressed my fingers against his eyeballs, slowly increasing the pressure.

He was struggling against me, screaming violently. Blood started seeping out.

I shot a look of warning at the staff members who were rushing in.

"Tell the person in charge of the lab that I want to see her!" I growled. I wanted to see Nancy. My guess was she was the one in charge of this laboratory.

Alan wanted to free himself from my grip, but he didn’t dare to anger me.

"Don’t move, or I’ll dig out your eyeballs. You should know pretty well that the organization won’t kill a valuable subject like me over a doctor like you..." I threatened him in a low voice.

Then, I looked at the experimental subject that was still kneeling outside. "You, get up!"

She didn’t seem like she was listening to me.

The doctor laughed maniacally. "They only listen to me."

I replied blankly and leaned against the doorframe. "Do you think I’d believe that?"

Annoyed by my attitude, Nancy scoffed. "I guess you won’t believe it till you see for yourself."

The corner of her lips curved up as she said again, "I forgot to tell you, the Sophia I sent over is not just genetically optimized. It’s also extremely easy for her body to get pregnant.

"Merging a genome-edited subject and a genetically modified being and thus allowing the most perfect genes to combine through natural conception has always been part of our plans..."

She looked at me and continued, "This experiment plan was put forward by Sophia’s parents too... Genome Society used to be against letting a genome-edited genius and genetically modified subject come in contact with each other, lest something goes wrong."

After all, it was two extremely intelligent individuals. If they got together to discuss how to go against Genome Society, that would be dangerous. That was why Genome Society didn’t want them near each other.

"But Sophia’s parents couldn’t bring themselves to tear them apart. Hence, they intentionally suggested plans for genetic merging through natural conception. They wanted the pair to get together and produce offspring through natural methods to see what the child would be like."

They wanted to see what kind of evolution effect would occur if two sets of allegedly perfect genetics were to merge.

"As soon as the plan was put forward, the leader of Genome Society became extremely interested and gave them the green light to proceed."

"However, as Sophia grew older, we found out that her parents had hidden certain data from the lab. They’d also hidden the fact that Sophia’s body wasn’t able to produce healthy offspring..."

I inhaled deeply. My parents kept it from Genome Society out of fear they’d separate me and Dexter if they did...

So, it was inevitable that we were torn apart in the end. Genome Society must’ve found out. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The car accident when I was 18, the memory loss, the death of my parents, then me growing up in the Coleman household and falling in love with Damien...

All of this seemed like a coincidence, but every turning point in my life seemed to have some kind of involvement with Genome Society.

"Initially, when we were creating subjects like you, we couldn’t avoid the fact that each of you possessed some kind of flaw. Sophia’s was her personality. She didn’t have any feelings or empathy. She couldn’t blend into society. She didn’t have healthy reproductive abilities either."

So, Sophia wasn’t able to have children. She was an intelligent and unfeeling subject. Unfortunately, nature didn’t allow someone with such dangerous genetics to reproduce.

"And you, Sophia... You’re suspicious, rash, and have drastic personality changes upon being provoked. You’re also incredibly skilled at impersonation."

"You might not have the intelligence that Sophia possessed, but you’re not too shabby either. Besides, your body is healthy enough to reproduce." She looked at me like she was picking out groceries in a market.

"As for the one sent to Dexter... Technically, she is Sophia Milford a clone born from the same embryo. There’s no one more similar, and their genes are identical as well."

No matter how one looked at it, Sophia No. 2 resembled Sophia more than I did.

"Dexter won’t touch her..." I said in a low voice. My fists were trembling from anger.

"I’ll come and deliver the good news when Sophia shows early signs of pregnancy." Nancy laughed. She waited until the mercenaries took care of the body and the subjects in the pods before turning to leave.

"Ms. Lee, the doctor threw away her meal... Should we..." the assistant asked softly. Knowing that I was worth a lot of money, she was probably worried that I’d starve.

"She won’t starve to death just by skipping a meal," Nancy replied briefly. She took a few steps before halting. A smile was plastered on her face.

"Right, the president of Crowdstar Group chose to adopt you, so your life is basically in his hands. You should be on your best behavior... Your owner is fully aware of all your actions in this pod." She pointed at the camera above me.

I looked up and stayed silent.

Genome Society treated us like animals in a zoo. Then, they slapped labels onto us and sold us off to the wealthy. Some of the subjects were shipped off to satisfy the lust of rich men while others were sent to labs for drug testing.

Some were also sent to become reproductive machines or living supplies for organ transplants. Additionally, some of the wealthy with rare blood types would purchase subjects with the same blood type, turning them into their own personal blood bank.

There was nothing Genome Society couldn’t do, only sins that one could never imagine.

They had completely utilized and harbored the worst of humanity.

I had to admit, though, that those who established the entire structure of the organization and developed it into what it was today were all geniuses.

Some said that geniuses were often crazy. However, in reality, they could either be God or the devil himself. Some used their gifts to help the diseased, and some used them to serve their country. Yet, some chose to utilize their gifts for horrifying, inhumane things.