The door of the wooden cabin was wide open; usually someone wouldn’t trust a wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. Blocking the sunlight with his hands, Ray walked toward the door.

A narrow hallway stood before him, with jars on shelfs, each wall had six lines of jars. All of them had different organs in them, eyes; some larger ones had parts of a brain. With each step the organs changed; at first Ray could see they belonged to humans, but with each step they became more twisted.

An eye with the structure of a brain, a finger that was half human and half an insect, and the last thing on the line, a brain with half of it rotten and the other half full of blue lines.

"There is no sign of a machine..." Ray whispered to himself as he entered the room with an old man on a wheelchair waiting for him.

The old man had white hospital clothes and no hair on any part of his face. "It took one of you long enough."

Ray scanned the whole room; there was no weapon or anything that could hurt him. The person in front of him had level 3 magic.

"How do you know someone will come?"

"Someone had executed my idea for the perfect lifeform, but I have no memories about telling it to anyone." The old man caught his breath. "So tell me, how?"

"I don’t know how either." Ray made a blood chair and sat in front of the old man. "You know me, right?"

"Your face is all over the news."

"Good. After making contact with the very thing you claim is based on your ideas, I found that it had a name. Mengele. Going through a few documents, finding you was not that hard, Doctor Mengele, or should I say, angel of death?"

"Don’t take me for a fool, kid." The old man started to laugh. "There is no history about me anywhere, and you teleported right in front of my door."

"And about the brain?"

"Its not a brain. In the first prototype that I worked on, myself was the vessel for it. That’s why it had my name." He lighted a cigarette. "King of Silence has traveled through time, and you have done the same."

With no reason to hide the truth, Ray nodded.

"Now everything makes sense; the process to reach the perfect form of it needs millions of trials and errors."

Ray asked with curiosity, "You said it’s not a brain, so what is it?"

"A ship to save humanity from the hands of time. It’s a lifeform that is made out of flesh and machine in order to be the last guardian that humans need."

Ray hid his killing intent. "You wanted to trap everyone’s soul inside that thing."

The old man coughed from the smoke; after a few breaths, he continued, "That’s the difference between our perspectives. That thing can make anything a vessel for a human soul in the future. Immortality!"

"There is no point in arguing with a mad man." Ray stood up from the chair and walked behind the old man. His fingers trailed on the veins of the doctor’s neck. "Tell me its weakness."

"You don’t listen to me; a perfect lifeform has no weaknesses! It’s still learning and learning; when the time comes, expansion should start. Neither you nor the immortals can stop it."

A bloody knife appeared in Ray’s hand. "You seem to be proud of it..."

"Of course I am. Young man, a man will die, but not his ideas. You will kill me now. What about the next person? Or the person after that? You can’t kill an idea!"

"Yes, I can." Blood sprayed out of the wound on the wooden floor; even to his last breath, the madman laughed.

Ray doubted his own words; the urge to live forever had always been a big part of human nature; even the parasite’s end goal was immortality. Some things couldn’t be changed.

Watching as life faded away in the fragile body in front of him, Ray’s eyes looked empty.

"The basis of the brain is soul magic; that’s how it can recreate and fuse with humans so easily." A machine didn’t have a soul; Ray had an idea on how they had made it.

Ray teleported back to his cave; with the new information, there was a way to kill the brain for the moment. "All those flesh and physical fusions are just a battery for the soul magic to work out!"

Soul magic had a world on its own that Ray didn’t have very deep knowledge in, but he had seen souls live a long time without a vessel; the brain could be the same too.

"I need a favor." Ray sent a message to one of the devils that he bonded with.

No answer came through; after their last conversation, Famine didn’t respond to any of her requests.

"Useless devil." What he wanted to do was going to take much longer on his own; however, Ray had a 100 percent belief that it could work.

In Ray’s eyes, the brain had a major flaw according to the doctor’s words; it only worked for humans. What would happen if a devil’s soul became part of the equation?

Luckily for Ray, he knew of someone that was in the line of turning into a cyborg and a piece of strong devil’s soul.

The voice from the depths of his heart talked to him, "It’s madness. You are going to give control of such a strong weapon to the hands of fear and hunger. What guarantees that it won’t destroy earth?"

The answer was covered in fog; Ray himself didn’t know what would happen.

"It’s a gamble. If I lose all, I will die; if I win, I will kill two birds with one stone." Ray thought for another minute before starting his work. "I will win no matter what."