Daze was nearly done sorting out a patient’s files.

*Krakk* Suddenly, his office door was flatten down by a man wearing a classic patient gown, just in a newer colour. 

Daze wasn’t surprise, nor could he feel the slightest impulse of fear when the crazed man entered his office. Rather he stood up and nearly gave out a greeting to the madman by reflex as he had done so hundreds of times when facing angry relatives of past patients came into his office.

To Daze, the murderous psychopathic madman was nothing more than just a pain in the ass . However this big ass whooper posed a much larger threat towards his life compared the usual angry mob. So he was going to do everything in his power in order to survive.

The instance the man saw Daze, his eyes literally sparkled. Pale complexion, Weak constitute, lazy posture. His target is easy prey. So long he is killed, he would get what he wanted, it is too simple.

Daze stood out of the table and waited for whatever he couldn’t care less to happen.

The man lunged at Daze at high speed, turning into a blur. His scalpel shot out, pointing directly towards Daze’s forehead.

If it were a normal person, they would have gone ‘Kek!’ and died without knowing what had happened.  (But everyone knows Daze can’t die.)

Neurons at that moment sent a signal into his brain.

At will, his brain automated into a singular task: Survive! No matter the circumstance. Daze can now concentrate with his utmost in the life and death battle 

There was no getting out of this attack unscathed. Even with his fast reaction time, he was way too slow to dodge the attack. Daze instantly straightened his back, tiptoed and twisted his head towards the side, substituting his cheek in for the scalpel as it struck deep.

Daze ignored the pain like he always did, and went for the counter attack. He swung both his arms at different timings towards the madman. He manages blocked the right strike with ease using his free hand, but was smacked hard by the other for he was distracted and hadn’t seen it. 

Here Daze struck was precisely at his opponent’s carotid artery, causing him to topple and become short of breath. Even with a weak frame, so long as a vital point is struck, anyone could defeat a stronger opponent. Daze exploited that fact, winning an impossible fight by stats.

“WHY-*Cough*  After going through all the misery, I can’t lose now! They must pay! They must all d- AHHH!” The rambling man shrieked as Daze stomped onto his spinal cord giving off a bone crunching *SNAP*.

Daze was still in his survival mode, where he was programmed to eliminate every potential threats to his life. 

Daze plugged out the scalpel off his cheek and stared at it.

‘Now I’m going to die by all sorts of diseases.’ That was probably what Daze was thinking as he realised that the scalpel was ridden with tons of DNA. His mind was in total conflict, since he was going to die in a long run but couldn’t do anything about it.

But since Daze was abnormal, he ignored his problems, just like any other that he came across.

It was five minutes later, that a group of armed man charged in the killing ground.

“Move out!” hollered a voice befitting of a commander.

Five soldiers tactically surrounded the now disabled madman and carried him off. Another three stormed in immediately after them and arrested Daze.

Daze at first thought they were here to help, but quickly corrected himself when one of them bashed him onto the head while he was defenceless. 

That day he dreamed about darkness again.

When he came to, he was stuck on a chair. Was he glued onto the chair, Daze couldn’t move a muscle. Not that it mattered.

A crude dressed man walked over, and looked at him. The man held a pitiful gaze at Daze. He squat down, and place his long and slender fingers onto Daze’s unkempt hair.

“Sorry I had to do this... all of this.” The slender man stood up and took a seat on the opposite side.

Daze then realised that the voice of the slender dude belonged to as the commander he heard a short while ago.  He also then realised that this was going to be a long story.

“The person that commissioned you here was… Mr. Deane.” The commander gave a hint of hatred as he said the name of Daze’s father.

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Now Daze had slightly more interest towards the conversation, but still far from interested. If it was his father that ordered him, he would certainly followed his order. But he couldn’t trust that what the commander said was true.

“For your whole life, your existence has been special one has it not?” the commander gave a small pause, “The truth is, you been a test subject for a project when you were young. And as a result, you became like… that.”

The commander then gave an exasperated sigh as though it were a guilt that could never be made up for. Daze couldn’t recall any memory of experiments being done on him, but he does know that there were holes in his memories, which he of course didn’t mind.

He continued, “You were of course a failed product of a super soldier project the country has wasted away trying to create. That old man was crazy, he tried brainwashing over brainwashing so many young orphans until one of them, which is you, successfully completed his mental torture. Afterwards he started using you to break limits of a human being. It was truly disgusting.”

“Of course the government scrapped the whole idea completely. It was too inhumane... How could I forget, nothing I say isn’t going to impact you is it.” He gave a dry laugh.

Daze kept silent the whole time. He took in the information, but whether or not the info any affect on him was another matter.

The commander stopped his reminiscing, and became serious, “There has been a new government project now to create a new batch of super soldiers again.*Sigh* This time researchers have discovered new chemicals that can boost brain capacity of human beings from people who recovered from insanity. The people who recovered have gain a boost in strength, but will go back into their insane state after three days. So the information has been really easy to hide and manipulate.” 

“Also from an unknown source, the government believes that when people are in the brink of insanity, some sort of desperation brain wave is sent out, transporting souls into a connected world, which they have will have to through trials in order to return. None of the subjects that come back can share any information, so no details on what goes on in the world itself.”

“Even with many subjects, we at most have only succeeded in synthesising the first stage serum which is practically garbage due to how unstable it is. The reason why you’re called here is because Mr. Deane believed you to be the key. With his final bloody trick under his sleeves, he blackmailed us into causing this damned of a bloody massacre, just so he could prove of your potential.”

“What do you mean final trick in hand? Where is father now?” Daze quickly interjected the stupid monologue he had no desire to care.

“Dead. He had been sick for an eternity. He should have died long time ago though.”

It was so sudden, Daze’s whole world came crashing down in an instant. Tears constantly fell down from his cheeks.

The commander seeing this, felt absolutely disgusted when he recalled how the monster’s experiments on the young boy he took watch.

“Sorry for your loss, but right now, you are to be brought to the other side. Read this before you enter it’s from your .... Mr. Deane.” An A4 paper was passed to Daze.

‘Survive and pass the trials, my orders’ it was written in an unique handwriting that could only be from one man.

He hated his job. Killing, kidnapping and even genocide. He had experienced it all. He couldn’t get used to this feeling, couldn’t accept why the world would use such harsh methods. But he was too cowardly to stop them. He was no better than those monsters. Now he was sending innocent people into the skeptical ‘Lala’ land by turning them insane. It made him wonder: are we, the people, who believed ourselves to be sane, the ones who never had any sanity, while the ones we thought lost their wits are those who escaped the insanity which is the world.

A thick syringe was pushed into Daze, and vile liquid entered into Daze’s system. Moments later his head felt as though lava had entered and he blacked out into an abyss.