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The Mysterious Evolution

The most anomaly and secretive scientific project in history, VILER-D was being aborted because of failure. No human trial of the experiment was alive. Unexpectedly at the last moment before it completely closed down, an infant of fifteen weeks survived. Nobody knew what changes the child would go through... *** The secrets of having superpowers and highly sensitive senses have haunted me for a long time. I feel as if someone is controlling my mind and body. My feelings, reactions and character modify with the passage of time. After surviving the attempted assassination, I, Biva, found clues regarding my abnormality. I disguised myself so I could live peacefully without disturbances. But sadly, to survive in the cruel world, I have to find my identity and eliminate the danger. I have no choice but to strike back, be ruthless, and take revenge on those who hurt me or my dearest one. I don't want to live as a prisoner. I aspire to be free and soar in the sky. Despite everything, someone in the dark, my shadow, attempts to deprive me of my desires. Will my wish to find my parents, feel unconditional love and care ever be fulfilled? ## It's my journey to find who I am and explore the mysteries behind my mysterious evolution with my fellow partners.## *** "Biva, did you have a hand in the destruction of Wega?" "Why only a hand? I solely destroyed it." "WHAT? That was my blood, sweat, and tears; my entire life; WHY? Are you a psychopath, Biva?" "Maybe I am....." *** Note: This is an original story written by me. Disclaimer: The cover is edited by me but I don't own the pictures. Credit goes to the owner.

Biva · Sci-fi
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148 Chs

Being a foodie

I checked Ray's phone's GPS as I left the hospital and was able to locate him. I felt so nauseous from being in the hospital and breathing its smell that I wanted to inhale some fresh air in my lungs. So, I didn't take the road but strolled towards the green fields for an hour. 

After returning back to the highway and hailing a ride, I arrived at the food market.

I could see Ray conversing with a few locals from a distance. Due to the epidemic, the crowd in the market was very less. I stayed nearby him but didn't reach him. 

My nostrils were overwhelmed with the street's food tempting aroma. I couldn't help myself from ordering some food even though I wasn't hungry.

I wasn't fascinated with eating before the Horn Mountain tragedy; any food that could fill my stomach was good. There have even been days when I survived without a grain of food. My sense of taste was also dysfunctional. Not my taste buds are developing.