[Kaleidoscope Command Center - Same Time]
[Perspective: Typhon - Evelyn Thorne]


"Miss, multiple anomalies detected. Besides Odin, Poseidon and Hades have also begun deviating from established behavior patterns," Sebastian's voice echoed throughout the control room.

I watched the three red dots on the holographic display: one on the Los Angeles coast, one in New York's underground, and one in an abandoned industrial zone. Perfect. My chain reaction was more effective than anticipated.

[Trust Level Real-time Monitoring]
- Marcus: 85.7% → 85.1% ↓ Slight fluctuation

- Daniel: 81.2% → 80.8% ↓ Slight fluctuation
- Alex: 78.1% → ERROR Signal interrupted

Now, let me focus on the task at hand...


[Captain Flame Trust Level: 43.2% ↓Dropped from Superhuman List]

Captain Flame, or rather, the former Captain Flame—Larry Jennings, is a hollowed out, pitiful shell of a man.

Just last month, in the deepest interrogation room of the Kaleidoscope, I severed his physiological dependence on prohibited enhancement drugs, a process that nearly broke him. And at his most vulnerable moment, I easily pried open his memories using precise psychological induction and neural potential profiling. He was like a broken tape recorder, spilling out everything he knew about Genesis Group.

[Kaleidoscope Data Mining Report]
Intelligence value assessment from Jennings' extracted memories:
- Prometheus Laboratory coordinates: Confirmed
- First generation serum samples: 85% probability of preservation
- "Founder" related data: Estimated existence probability 67.3%

Among them, the most valuable clue pointed to the edge of the city—that rusty, abandoned industrial zone long forgotten by maps. There, a secret laboratory codenamed "Prometheus" exists.

According to Jennings' chaotic narrative, that place was the origin of all evil perpetrated by Genesis Group. It was where they conducted research on the first generation "Divine Bloodserum," where the "Founder" was born, and also... the graveyard of countless failed experimental subjects. Although long abandoned, theoretically, the Class A specimen storage vault in its deepest part still preserved the most primitive, unmodified serum samples, as well as all physiological and combat data about the "Founder."

That was the final and most important missing piece in my revenge plan.

"There's an 87.3% probability that this is a trap," I said to Sebastian, my voice echoing inside the Kaleidoscope.

"Miss, should we take more time to consider this?" Sebastian's voice carried a hint of concern that was barely perceptible.

"There's no time left." I looked at the heat map on the main control orb, showing Odin's movement trajectory zigzagging above the city like a headless fly. "He's losing patience. Next time, he definitely won't give me another chance to set a trap. If he completely turns to our enemies or gets controlled by them, they'll have him use the most primitive violence to wipe out all their suspected targets, along with half the city, from the map. I must get what I need before they notice he's out of control."

That night, I transformed into Typhon once again.

The streamlined stealth suit perfectly concealed my figure in the darkness, while the smooth mirror-like mask reflected the fading light of the decaying city. I carried no cumbersome weapons, only a small device I had recently developed integrated into my wrist gauntlet—a miniature pulse emitter capable of producing specific high-frequency energy, my "tuning fork."

Prometheus laboratory is situated within a vast graveyard of steel, where abandoned factories and rusted pipes resemble the skeletal remains of ancient beasts, casting eerie shadows under the moonlight. The air here is permeated with a nauseating mixture of rust and chemicals.

The entrance to the laboratory is sealed by a heavy alloy door, capable of withstanding a small nuclear blast. But I had no intention of forcing my way in. I circled to the back of the building and, through a maintenance hatch in the ventilation system, slipped in silently like a drop of water merging into a stream.

Most of the internal defense systems had already failed due to abandonment, with only some infrared sensors and pressure plates still operating on independent power sources. Guided by the holographic map in the Kaleidoscope, I easily bypassed all traps and advanced toward the Class A sample storage vault in the deepest underground level.

However, the deeper I went, the stronger a strange sense of unease became.

Everything was going too smoothly. So smoothly that it felt like a carefully choreographed stage play waiting for the protagonist to make their entrance.

Just as I arrived at the long, metallic corridor leading to the sample storage vault, that feeling of unease reached its peak. I stopped in my tracks and activated the wide-spectrum scanning function of my mask.

In my field of vision, the data flow of the entire space suddenly changed. I saw it—at the end of the corridor, behind the heavy alloy doors of the sample vault, a powerful energy source, blazing like the sun, was silently waiting.

It was Odin.

After Odin's silhouette disappeared, with great willpower, I pulled all my attention back to what was before me.

I stood in front of the enormous steel fortress, gazing up at its precise structure resembling a circuit board, waiting patiently.

The person I was waiting for did not disappoint me.

A shadow spread across the ground beneath me.

Odin, so silently, hovered horizontally above my head. I looked up, and he was so close, close enough that I could clearly see in his golden eyes emotions burning like solar flares, but deeper than before.

He mouthed something to me.

"I found you."

I looked at him, feeling not the slightest ripple in my heart, but instead a cold, almost pleasurable excitement welled up.

He had come. But not as an emissary of Genesis Group, but as himself, an uncontrolled, angry yet curious individual.

The corner of my mouth curled into a genuinely cold smile.

I had thought that my opponents were Odin and the vast empire behind him.

But now it seems I was wrong.

Odin, he is not my enemy.

He is the sharpest... weapon I can use to destroy that empire.

Or perhaps he is not merely a weapon.

Perhaps he is the only person in this chess game who, like me, thirsts for the truth.

"Good evening, Typhon," his voice echoed through the empty corridor, with a hint of mockery. "Or should I call you... Miss Evelyn Thorne?"

It was his penetrating ability, my heart sank. But his next words left me even more stunned.

"It seems we've both been taken for fools," he said, pointing behind himself. "This place doesn't smell right. I came looking for something from you, but instead... I caught the stench of a trap. And you, I guess, came for pretty much the same thing, didn't you?"

I didn't answer, but my silence spoke volumes.

"Looks like we have a common enemy now," Odin smiled, walking toward me. "Perhaps we could..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the entire laboratory suddenly began to shake violently. A piercing alarm blared throughout, and the emergency lights above flashed blood-red.

"Warning! Class A specimen containment breach! Isolation protocol initiated!"

A cold electronic voice sounded over the broadcast. Immediately after, the passage we came through, as well as the entrance to the sample repository, were instantly sealed off by a series of heavy isolation gates.

We were trapped.

"Damn it!" Odin cursed, striking the isolation gate with his fist, leaving a deep imprint, but the door didn't budge at all.

"It's no use," I calmly spoke up. "This is a Class A isolation protocol, the gate material is specifically designed to contain superhuman beings. Unless deactivated from the external control center, it cannot be broken through."

"So what do we do now?" For the first time, he put aside his cynical expression, his gaze becoming solemn.

"We wait," I answered. "Wait for the person who set the trap to reveal their true face."

However, what we waited for wasn't an enemy, but something even more terrifying.

From the laboratory's ventilation system, a colorless and odorless gas began to spray out. The air quality monitoring system inside my mask instantly triggered the highest level alarm.

[Warning: High concentration of K-7 type neurotoxin detected, specifically designed to break down superhuman rationality. Currently eroding the life support system filter membrane. Estimated to fail in three minutes.]

I felt a chill in my heart. This toxin was actually able to partially bypass even my specialized equipment's filtration.

Odin's reaction was even more severe than mine. He began to cough violently, his tall figure swaying precariously in the air, his skin developing an abnormal flush, like a boiled shrimp.

"What... what the hell is this thing..." He finally collapsed to his knees, gasping in pain. His mighty divine power seemed completely useless against this biological weapon specifically targeted at him.

I suddenly understood. Genesis Group's target wasn't just me, but him as well. They used this trap intending to capture both of us in one fell swoop.

I hesitated no longer, immediately activating the miniature pulse device on my wrist—my "tuning fork." I had to find a way out before my life support system failed, even if it meant making the beast beside me even more dangerous.

However, the moment that 1.847 terahertz energy wave swept across Odin's body, an unexpected change occurred.

Rather than intensifying Odin's suffering, it triggered a beast-like roar that was both agonizing and exhilarating. The "Pantheon Serum" in his body, under the dual stimulation of neurotoxin and high-frequency energy, completely broke free from the constraints of the "stabilizer," plunging into the most primitive, most terrifying... "Dionysian frenzy."

Golden energy erupted from his pores, forming a small energy storm. His eyes lost all rationality, becoming pure, empty voids burning with golden flames. The muscles on his body visibly expanded, veins bulged like writhing dragons before shriveling away. The energy within him frantically sought outlets to "escape" from him, while he himself transformed into a monster driven by hungry desire, unable to withstand the loss of this power.

Dionysian frenzy, a superhuman disaster that had occurred before. As the name suggests, stemming from a thirst for bioenergy, he would soon completely transform into a beast left with only instincts and an insatiable desire for indulgence.

And at this moment, in this enclosed space, the only independent "energy source" emitting intense biological energy was me.

"ROAR——!"

He let out a roar that was not human, and those unfocused golden fire eyes that were fading out locked onto my position as he charged fiercely toward me.

I immediately backed away, trying to distance myself from him. But my speed, sufficient to run along walls, seemed so ridiculous in the face of his current state of frenzy.

It took him only one second to catch up with me. A hand like an iron vise gripped my ankle tightly. I felt an irresistible force as my entire body was violently yanked to the ground.

I tried to resist, activating the high-voltage electric shock on my arm guard, but the current, strong enough to stun an elephant, only made him roar more excitedly when it hit him.

He tore at my stealth suit, and that tough composite material capable of withstanding bullets was easily ripped apart like fragile paper before his uncontrolled strength.

My mirror mask was torn off by him in the struggle, and smashed violently onto the ground, shattering into pieces.

My face, just like that, completely defenseless, was exposed beneath his dim, manic eyes.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment. That face, both familiar and strange to him, caused a hint of confusion in his violent instincts.

But only for a moment.

The extreme desire quickly overwhelmed everything else. He trapped me in his powerful embrace, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw, feverishly drawing biological energy from my body. I thought his stance would tear me apart completely, but unexpectedly, his biological field completely accommodated my body within pressure-bearing walls and neurotoxin shields that could withstand collapse. That fusion of power was rough and dangerous, yet carried a morbid tenderness—as if he was trying to preserve his rationality through this method.

After we both floated into midair, I gave up all pointless resistance. I knew that in the face of absolute power, any technique was futile, and I also knew that if I successfully resisted, I would be immediately poisoned to death. I closed my eyes, allowing that violent, burning force, filled with both pain and tenderness, to completely surround me.

Under the impact of that energy torrent, I felt the desperate loneliness deep in his heart—he wasn't trying to conquer me, but seeking some kind of connection, some proof that he was still alive, still a flesh and blood being.

[Emergency Intercepted Communication]
"Dr. Drake, we have big trouble. Not one, but four. They're all starting to... wake up."

"I know. That's why we need 'Ares'. Tell Victor to get ready, tonight will be the combat test for the second-generation serum."

The one remaining unbroken earpiece woke me up. I don't know how much time had passed, perhaps a century, perhaps just a moment. When the storm that had been raging inside me, powerful enough to tear me to pieces, finally subsided, when I slowly descended to the ground, the laboratory alarms had long been silenced, and I slowly opened my eyes.

Odin lay collapsed on top of me, having lost consciousness. The golden light that had enveloped his body had faded, and he returned to his normal appearance, though his face was frighteningly pale.

As for me, my entire body felt like it had been torn apart, with every inch of skin bearing traces of his rough treatment. My Typhon stealth suit had been reduced to mere rags, hanging disheveled on my body.

I pushed away his heavy body and struggled to sit up. Looking at the mess before me, and at the man beside me who had taken everything from me and put me in this current predicament, for the first time, an emotion called "bewilderment" welled up in my heart.

My revenge, my plans, my cold and precise world... seemed to have been thoroughly disrupted in this one night.

I reached out and gently touched his face, which appeared defenseless due to exhaustion. This face was so similar to yet so different from the face of the "Creator" who killed my parents in my memory.

At that moment, Odin's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Our eyes met.

In his eyes, there was no longer madness and desire, only shock, confusion, and a hint of... an extremely complex emotion that I could not comprehend.

He looked at me, at my body and the blood stain at the corner of my mouth, then at our current state, finally understanding what had happened.

"I..." he opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He finally obtained the ultimate evidence of my Typhon identity, but this truth exploded between us in the most unexpected way for both him and me, so nakedly revealed.