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The Last Thing As Your Father

The Last Thing As Your Father

Isolde entered the factory and made her way toward the basement, where she suddenly noticed a group of researchers injecting a boy labeled "Experiment No. 25" with the final serum. The boy screamed in agony as the injection took effect. Without hesitation, Isolde revealed herself and shouted, “STOP! Stop all of this and release him!”

Recognizing her, one of the researchers—a “scientist” in this world of magical research—stepped forward and said, “Isolde, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. This place is not safe for children.”

“Then why is that boy here?” Isolde shot back. “I’ve come to take him. He’s my friend.”

“Friend?” the researcher scoffed. “Even if he’s your friend, I can’t let—” While the two argued, a guard saw an opportunity and triggered the defense system, setting it to target and eliminate Isolde. “I will finally have my revenge on the Van clan,” he muttered to himself.

The security alarm blared, and from underground, a massive robot powered by magic emerged. Panic spread across the room as everyone realized the robot was indiscriminate, attacking anyone in its path. “Who activated the defense mechanism? Stop it and protect Miss Isolde at all costs!” another researcher shouted in desperation.

Chaos erupted. The robot wreaked havoc, crushing anyone who attempted to shield Isolde. In the end, only she and the boy remained standing, surrounded by the ruins of the factory floor.

The robot’s menacing gaze turned toward Isolde, who, gripped by fear, started swinging her sword wildly in the air, hoping to defend herself.

Suddenly, there was a blast. Isolde opened her eyes to see the boy standing in front of her, shielding her from the attack. The experiment was a success—he had gained the ability to wield his blood in powerful, controlled ways, the intended outcome of the procedure.

The goal of this experiment had been to create humans who could unlock their full potential in blood arts, amplifying their natural abilities far beyond normal human limits.

Visibly nervous, the boy stammered, “I...I might have crossed a line. I-I don’t hate you. Actually, I was happy that you talked to me—” His cheeks turned red.

“I'm sorry... I couldn’t save everyone,” Isolde replied, guilt evident in her voice.

The robot readied itself to strike again.

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“We can talk about this later,” the boy said, pulling her back. “Right now, let’s get out of here.”

He charged toward the robot, dodging its attacks and delivering a powerful blow to its frame, only to realize its armor was tougher than expected. “I… I might not be able to defeat it,” he thought to himself, “but I’ll protect her at any cost.”

Isolde tossed a sword to him, saying, “Here, take Phillip’s sword—it might be strong enough to help.”

With renewed determination, the boy wielded the sword, engaging the robot in a fierce duel of steel against its massive fists.

Meanwhile, Phillip, was in the garden of his mansion, growing increasingly anxious about Isolde and the boy. “Maybe I should check on them. Blood Art: 4D Eyes.” Through this technique, he could connect to objects he owned, seeing and manipulating them remotely.

What he saw through the sword startled him. “Who activated the defense mechanism?” he muttered. “I have to help them…But then he(the Leader) will not forgive anyone,Millie is also my responsibility.”

But just as Phillip made his move, his wife Millie grasped his hand. “Phillip I am happy to be your wife,and I will support you in your decision.Please save our child even if it cost our life.Our child must live on.” she said.

Phillip hesitated, then smiled at her. “Thank you.” Activating Blood Art, he activated his wooden clone, a backup body stored in his lab for emergencies,which is stored in the underground storage of the factory.

Back at the factory, the boy, weakened by hunger and the strenuous experiment, was struggling. Isolde placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He blushed and replied, “Uh… don’t touch me like that. It’ll break my focus.”

“Sorry,” she replied, stepping back.

Just then, a powerful attack struck the robot from behind, and Phillip’s wooden clone entered the fray.

“Isolde, take the boy and go!” Phillip’s voice commanded through the clone. “I’ll handle this.”

“Dad!” she cried, “Why—why are you doing this?”

“This is my last act as your father. I grant you your freedom, Isolde. Go and enjoy your life as you want. I am proud to be your father and I & Your Mom we both will always be proud of you no matter what decision you take from now on.Remember that.” he said.

With tears in her eyes, Isolde grabbed the boy’s hand. “Let’s go!” she shouted.

They ran, glancing back only once to see Phillip’s clone taking on the robot. In a final sacrifice, Phillip activated hidden explosives throughout the factory, detonating the structure.

From a safe distance, Isolde and the boy watched the massive explosion. They continued running until they reached the forest, finally stopping to catch their breath, lying on the grass, exhausted.

[After some time...]

The were on a hight hill area with forest...

“I think… I need to give you a name,” Isolde said, still panting.

The boy looked at her, puzzled. “A name… now? Why now?”

She thought for a moment. “How about Thomas?”

“If you like it,” he replied, “I guess I don’t dislike it.”

She smiled, brushing the dirt from her clothes. “Then it’s settled. You’re Thomas.”

Suddenly, they heard a man’s voice from behind them. “Do you need a place to stay?” The figure of a stranger approached them, his face obscured, adding an air of mystery to their escape.

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