TSFLIP Chapter 511

Thirteen years ago, within the Interstellar Alliance Empire, there existed a planet known as the “Hand of God.” Its technology and scientific advancements far surpassed those of any other planet, not only due to the massive funding poured in by the Alliance, but also because only individuals with exceptional intelligence were permitted to reside there. Every resident was a scientist whose IQ exceeded the norm.

The Hand of God, much like today’s high-security Alliance prisons, had only one structure on its entire surface. But it wasn’t a prison—it was a scientific research facility.

Among that group of scientists, the leader was a man named Dr. Ye Xiang. He was the Alliance’s most prized genius. Even now, many of the Empire’s most powerful weapons were originally invented by him. But twenty years ago, Ye Xiang grew unsatisfied with creating cold, lifeless instruments of death. He turned his focus toward developing an artificial human. He planned to select the best genetic material—sperm and egg—from a pool of millions, and then, through advanced genetic engineering, create the most perfect—and the most powerful—“human.”

Perhaps “human” is not the right term, since weapons don’t require emotions. From the very beginning, Ye Xiang deliberately left out any emotional systems and instead embedded one absolute directive: unconditional obedience to his creator.

The experiment failed for six years. Test subject after test subject—temporarily designated as “Weapons”—would lose vital function and die within three days, typically due to genetic incompatibility.

With each failure tossed into the incinerator, winter of the sixth year finally brought success. The perfect Weapon was born. He survived past the third day, absorbed knowledge at a staggering rate, and, most importantly, fulfilled every intended function of a Weapon. In both physical ability and psychic power, he ranked at the highest possible level.

Ye Xiang gave this creation a name—Ye Mo. “Ye,” his surname, and “Mo,” meaning “final,” as he was meant to be Ye Xiang’s ultimate masterpiece—flawless in every way.

One year after Ye Mo’s creation, the Hand of God exploded in a blazing inferno that lit up the galaxy, reduced to stardust in the vacuum of space. Of everyone on that planet, only Ye Mo emerged from the flames alive.

The Interstellar Alliance was shaken to its core. Given the immense danger he represented and the unfathomable power he possessed, the Alliance held a vote and issued a decree: Ye Mo was to be captured, but never killed.

The Alliance spent two years hunting Ye Mo. Every attempt ended in disaster, with heavy casualties on their side. Then, in the second year, Ye Mo unexpectedly walked out into the open. His demeanor was calm, even cooperative. He voluntarily followed the Alliance’s men into custody.

What followed was a wave of unexplained deaths inside the prison. First, his neighbor, Cecil. Then Xiao Xiao. Then the warden. Then the guards…
Just like how he had effortlessly wiped out the life on the Hand of God, he made each of them end their own lives—easily, methodically.
The only difference: this time, he didn’t destroy the planet itself.

After that, no one in the Alliance dared to get close to him. They constructed a containment barrier around the entire planet where he was held. No one could go in. No one could come out.

But now, it seemed that barrier had already been breached—without anyone realizing it. And Ye Mo… was more than capable of doing just that.