After parting ways with Albert, Cain was walking down a dimly lit hallway; the green neon light flickering above cast a dark atmosphere and reflected his mood. His footsteps were slow, echoing but not reaching his ears because the boy's mind felt left behind in the man's room.
'Experiment, huh?'
It was true that the experiment Albert wanted to do was a big step for humanity, but the man was overestimating Cain. His body didn't simply adapt; he was just lucky to have the ability to store a virus inside it.
So doubt began to grow in his heart. Cain could still participate in the battle simulation test, but Albert's request to develop a cure for the cosmic virus was too risky, as it could fail.
And the main reason was that he didn't want to shoulder other people's deaths, or didn't want to.
Cain raised his hand, staring at his hard, calloused palm.
'Can I save many people?'
