Disbelief

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Before starting reading, I would also like to invite you to familiarize yourself with my author's work "The Path of Omniscience", where the main character is not a person, he is cold and insensitive to everything.

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- Where am I? ...Who am I? ...Oh, right, I'm human, it's okay… What is a person? ... Oh, right, a person is a living organism with a mind and consciousness... Mind? Consciousness? ...Exactly, I know what it is…

Unknown time later, Franz, in thought, watched the unchanging darkness.

"Since the time when my game, ask yourself a question and answer it, has more or less stopped, about a month or two has passed. It is inconvenient to count when words unknown to you appear in your head, to which you answer yourself a second later. I wonder how long it will take to go crazy from loneliness?

Hmm, I don't know, I was often alone in the laboratory, unless of course you count some of the subjects who were unconscious. But I don't remember talking to them, that would be stupid."

Pondering useless thoughts, Franz suddenly felt some movement. This surprised him very much, although he had sometimes noticed movement before and even felt like being in water. But they were fleeting, and he quickly returned back to his thoughts.

But this time the movement was quite strong and sensitive. The next thing that surprised him was the sensation of fluid around, which was moving quickly somewhere and the subsequent increasing pressure. At this time, several crazy ideas flashed through Franz's mind, and he thought.

"Um, it's probably not good. Of course I had some theories. But this one was in one of the very last places."

The subsequent sensations became less and less pleasant, and he began to hear muffled sounds. Soon he felt something pressing heavily on his head, and muffled screams were heard in his ears.

"Ugh, that hurts."

Soon his head squeezed through something, and then the body itself. Franz was doused with cold, as if this was not enough, and then he was hit, causing severe pain.

"Aah, no, it can't be."

He felt his body being wiped with some kind of cloth, after which muffled voices were heard speaking in a language partially understood by Franz. One of the voices closest to him suddenly said.

- Hanshi-dono... boy …

A rather calm voice answered him.

- That's good. Open your eyes...

- Okay Hanshi-dono, now.

Franz listened as much as he could, but when he heard about the eyes, he immediately thought.

"Tc, this is all anti-scientific. But if so, why do they need my eyes? Okay, probably this person is far from medicine, but what about the doctor, there is a doctor here? Well, if they need it so much, I'll open it myself anyway, I won't see anything. Although maybe a miracle will happen and I will see something."

Having made up his mind, Franz slowly opened his eyes, to his deepest surprise and miracle, he really saw. Although it was a little fuzzy and blurry at first, but pretty soon his vision focused, allowing him to see the surroundings.

Franz saw him being held by a middle-aged man with black hair and a mark on his forehead. The most amazing thing and attracted all the attention of Franz were white eyes with a slightly prominent iris, without pupils.

"Mutant?"

Turning his head slightly to the side where the second voice was heard, he saw a man standing near the futon on which a woman was lying. He was about 40 years old with a beautiful face on which wrinkles began to appear. Long black hair was braided in a ponytail and went down to the waist.

What was surprising to Franz were exactly the same white eyes that looked at him in satisfaction. Suddenly, a barely audible and tired voice rang through the room.

- Give me... please.

It came from a woman lying on a futon at the man's feet. When he heard the voice, he immediately sat down and a green light enveloped his hands. The man holding the surprised Franz, in whom his faith in science and the approaching Buddhism were struggling, quickly approached the futon.

Placing Franz next to a beautiful woman with the same black hair, a seal on her forehead and white eyes, he quickly moved away. The wife, stretching out her weakened hand, began stroking the child on the head. Tears were streaming from her eyes, and her face expressed sadness. Opening his mouth, an intermittent and tired speech escaped from him.

- Sorry... baby … I've been thinking name for a long time, you will be called Samato Hyuga

Franz listened calmly and tried to understand the meaning of what was said as much as possible, not paying attention to the drama of the moment.

"I learned Japanese only so that I could understand what my Japanese employees were talking about, but who knew that it would come in handy. Hyuga, yes, it's... it's a little too much. Maybe someone from the government was able to save me and now, with the help of some kind of mind manipulation ability, is playing with me?

No, it's pointless, and such strong abilities have strong side effects. And what if the serum is to blame for everything? But this probability is at the same level as the manipulation of consciousness."

By this time, the woman's hand was no longer moving, and the man sighed sadly and stopped using green energy. Stretching out his arms, he picked up Franz and looked at him.

Being in thought, Franz noticed how he was lifted up and distracted from his thoughts, he looked around, meeting the gaze of a man of 40 years. The man was a little surprised by the intelligence in the baby's eyes, but soon the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

Turning away, he looked at the waiting man with the mark on his forehead. In a calm voice, in which Franz caught fragments of sadness, he said.

- Sorry Ame-kun, I couldn't save your sister's life otherwise the child would have died.

Ame, who lowered his head in sadness, hearing what was said to him, quickly looked at the speaker.

"Hanshi-dono, you don't need to tell me this, after all, Sumi-chan is your wife, and you also honor the same pain as I do.

Sighing, Hanshi looked sadly at his second wife. Remembering something, he looked down at the child who had already closed his eyes. Stroking his head, Hanshi approached Ama and carefully handed him the baby.

- Take care of him, please, I want to be together with Sumi.

- Good Hanshi-dono.

Carefully taking the child, Ame quietly left the room and left Hanshi alone. Coming out of the room into a fairly wide corridor, he was met by many servants and several elders, in the middle of which stood the head of the clan himself.

Seeing someone leave the room, the head of the clan, along with the elders, cast a piercing glance at Ame, but when they saw the child in his arms, they relaxed. The head of the clan, who looked about 45 years old, came closer with a light step, casting a fleeting glance at the baby, he looked at Ame.

- Where is Hanshi, did something happen?

Lowering his head under the strong oppressive gaze of the head of the clan, Ame answered as respectfully as possible.

- Fusi-dono Hanshi-dono's wife died in childbirth and Hanshi-dono wants to be alone with her.

After listening to the answer, Fusi-dono frowned, but said nothing for a while.

- Okay, you can go.

- Thank you Fusi-dono.

After taking his leave, Ame walked briskly down the corridor of a fairly large house. After walking a little, he turned into a fairly spacious room, furnished with a small amount of furniture.

After putting the baby on the photon, Ame covered him with a blanket and after thinking a little, decided to go out to ask one of the servants to prepare milk for the baby. As soon as he left the room, the child lying on the futon slowly opened his white eyes.