TSFLIP Chapter 535

“You are my most perfect creation. I’ve named you—Ye Mo,” the handsome man said to the boy who had just opened his eyes.

The boy appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. His beautiful eyes were unfocused, filled with the confusion of someone just awakening to the world. Everything around him was unfamiliar.

But there was no denying it—he was flawless. From the readings of his mental strength to his striking appearance, every aspect of him could only be described as perfect.

The man’s hands trembled slightly from excitement as he gently touched the boy’s cheek. Suppressing his overwhelming joy, he said, “Ye Mo, you are my final creation… and you will be the most powerful Beta this world has ever known.”

Yes—Beta, not Alpha. Alphas carried the risk of going out of control. Omegas, on the other hand, were too weak. To strike the ideal balance between power and controllability, the brilliant Dr. Ye Xiang had designated his greatest creation as a Beta.

Ye Mo had just been born. He couldn’t speak yet, nor could he understand the words Ye Xiang was saying. But Ye Xiang was patient. He began teaching Ye Mo to read and write, instructing him in mental energy control and weaponry. And Ye Mo didn’t disappoint—his rate of learning was terrifyingly fast.

Others in the lab soon began to feel the immense power radiating from Ye Mo’s mind. Some warned Ye Xiang, saying Ye Mo was too strong—he could become a serious threat.

But Ye Xiang never listened to such warnings. To him, Ye Mo was his possession—created by him, for him. Just look at the boy—flawless in every way. A once-in-a-century masterpiece. Even a hundred years from now, no one would be able to surpass what Ye Xiang had achieved with Ye Mo.

And Ye Xiang took immense pride in that.

As time passed, Ye Mo began to speak. Eventually, he could hold normal conversations. But his eyes often remained blank and distant. He had not yet developed any emotional awareness, and that wasn’t surprising. To ensure better control over his final creation, Ye Xiang had deliberately removed the genetic components responsible for emotional development.

Ye Mo would be the most obedient, the most perfect weapon.

Days passed peacefully in the lab. Ye Mo posed no problems. Gradually, the others began to let their guard down. And slowly, more and more people began to entertain dangerous thoughts. Everyone in the lab was an Alpha. There were no Betas or Omegas. Ye Mo’s presence seemed like it was designed to tempt them.

After all, no matter what they did to him, he wouldn’t react—because… he had no emotional system.

When Ye Xiang found out his perfect creation had been defiled, he went into a frenzy. He fired several researchers and finally found Ye Mo… and marked him.

Of course, it wasn’t like Ye Mo would ever develop feelings. Ye Xiang didn’t care about that. All he needed was a way to claim Ye Mo as his own—and addiction, after all, starts with just a taste. Once you’ve had that taste, you can’t help but go back for more.

Then one night, when Ye Xiang once again entered Ye Mo’s room, Ye Mo stared blankly at the dead bird in the cage and said, “It’s dead.”

The bird had been brought in when Ye Xiang was teaching Ye Mo about avian biology. Sometimes, Ye Xiang would bring him little things—usually when his research had made progress and he was in a particularly good mood. But this was the first time he’d ever brought something alive.