Evolution:The Bloodthirsty Saga of the Magic Engineer

Chapter 1: Prologue.1

The dark alley reeks of burnt oil and leftover food, but the smell doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m leaning against the cold concrete wall, partially illuminated by a broken spotlight that flickers sporadically, reflecting off my white lab coat. The coat looks out of place here, but it’s a calculated choice. The Scientific League emblem on the shoulder gives me a legitimate appearance... Until someone takes a closer look.

My fingers graze the energy core embedded in my chest, fused into the fabric. I feel its pulse vibrate in sync with my heartbeat. It’s not just an extra battery; it’s my lifeline. You never know when things might spiral out of control. The lab coat’s waist feels slightly heavier than usual, thanks to the energy revolver strapped there. It’s small, discreet, but lethal enough. I’m not a fighter, but I’ve learned to defend myself in this world.

My glasses cover almost half my face, the thick lenses radiating a bluish glow in the dark. These glasses are more than cutting-edge tech; they’re my window to what’s really happening around me.

With a quick gesture, the filters change, and I see the walls of the neighboring building turn translucent, revealing an empty apartment. Another adjustment, and the entire alley takes on a greenish hue, as if it were daytime. And then, the most important setting: the network tracking mode.A pulsating pattern begins to form ahead, highlighting users connected to the city’s main network. None of them are the person I’m waiting for.

"Damn..." I mutter to myself, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "She’s taking forever."

I raise my hand and make a few quick finger signs. The lenses in the glasses respond, projecting a holographic typing interface in midair. My fingers move across the projection, swift and precise. Each tap produces a soft sound, almost like glass being touched.

"One more minute..." I say softly as I finish typing. "If she doesn’t show, the deal’s off."

The silence in the alley weighs on me, but my expression remains calm and composed. I’ve dealt with worse situations. As I wait, my mind doesn’t stop working—calculating variables, imagining scenarios. If he doesn’t come, I’ll have to make a quick exit and figure out another way to buy the source code for the androids that was recently stolen from the Galactic Federation.

Suddenly.

A message appears on the floating terminal projected by my glasses, the words glowing in the dark alley:

"You’re not the only one interested, so calm down. Besides, you’re still lucky the source code can be replicated and copied in dozens of ways."

My fists clenched automatically, my teeth grinding in frustration.

"That girl…" I thought, as my body instinctively tensed. My gaze locked on the projection for a few seconds before I let out a long, heavy sigh. She was right. Of course, she was. There were other scientists, hackers, and lunatics like me after the same code.

It was a race... and I hated being in second place.

Even so, I couldn’t afford to lose control. I needed the code. Not out of ego or greed—although maybe there was a bit of that—but because of my plan. A plan I’d been refining for months. A highly intelligent android army, remotely controlled by me. They would infiltrate the Central Bank, looting the place with surgical precision, and no one would be able to trace it back to me.

With it, I wouldn’t just have unlimited resources to continue my re

-300,000 units.

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She gave a small leap into the air, her jet boots activating to lift her gracefully. With a provocative smile, she said, "Goodbye, sweet Tyler."

As she ascended, her graceful movements momentarily revealed the pink panties beneath her short skirt. It was as ridiculous as it was mesmerizing, and I simply shook my head, suppressing any visible reaction.

"Just wait, sweet Princess…" I thought, watching her disappear into the night sky, a silhouette of blue hair dancing against the glow of the metropolis lights. "Even if your father is the kingpin of this district’s gangsters, once I gain access to millions of units, I’ll make them all kneel. And you… You’ll be my slave, and I’ll make you the mother of my children."

With my heart still racing and my mind teeming with dark plans, I turned toward the exit of the alley. There was still much to do, and time was on my side.

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