From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 98: The Truth of Sian’s World and the Origins of Power II

The experiments finally succeeded, and the world’s first true superhumans were born. Naturally, Sian was one of them.

Calling them "chosen ones" was nothing more than an embellished title. In truth, they were abducted and treated as nothing more than test subjects. Back then, Sian had lost his family and was wandering aimlessly, powerless. He had been captured, enslaved, and ultimately turned into an experiment.

As Sian recalled those dark memories, a deep shadow crossed his face—those had been the worst days of his life after losing his family.

"...Sian? Are you alright?"

Lan Qisheng, noticing Sian’s prolonged silence, called out his name, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I’m fine," Sian said flatly. "Before I say anything, I need to ask you something."

He directed his gaze toward Jiao Liangchen, who immediately responded, "Of course. If it’s something I can answer, I’ll answer honestly."

"The agents who were with the Prime Minister and his daughter—did they have any distinct marks on their bodies?"

Before Jiao Liangchen could answer, Sian clarified, "Think carefully before you respond. I’m not talking about injuries. I mean visible marks on their skin—red markings, like a small crimson flower."

As Sian posed the question, he prayed with all his heart for a negative answer. He clung desperately to the slim 1% chance that his suspicion was wrong, that he was simply overthinking.

But Jiao Liangchen’s next words shattered his last shred of hope.

"How... how did you know?" Jiao Liangchen’s eyes widened in genuine shock.

The men who had died in that operation were his comrades, his closest friends. He had blamed himself endlessly for not being there with them, for being part of the support team that arrived too late. By the time he reached the scene, all he found were their cold corpses. He had even witnessed their autopsies and examined every result. He had sworn to avenge them, to kill the person who took their lives. But no matter how hard he searched, he found very little evidence.

The only clue they had was a jacket bearing the logo of a popular entertainment show—Top Star.

That was the sole piece of evidence left behind at the scene. There were no fingerprints, no stray hairs, nothing that could identify its owner. The intelligence agency suspected that the perpetrators had deliberately planted it to mislead the investigation. But with no other leads, they had no choice but to follow the only trail available, even if it was a trap.

In the end, the higher-ups decided to send Jiao Liangchen undercover as an Idol contestant. Some of his colleagues also entered under different identities. However, even after two days, nothing unusual had surfaced—except for the incident last night when Sian dealt with the serial killer.

"So, they do have them?"

Sian couldn’t help but ask again. He already knew the answer, yet he hesitated to accept it.

"Yes, they all had the same mark. At first, we assumed it was a tattoo, but later confirmed that it wasn’t. It was something more... natural, like a birthmark. But what are the odds of ten different people having the exact same birthmark, in varying locations on their bodies?"

Jiao Liangchen had calmed himself, answering Sian’s question rationally. He then waited for the teenager to explain what he knew.

As silence settled over the room and the two men stared at him intently, Sian finally parted his lips. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"Before I begin, let me say one thing: I don’t care whether you believe me or not. Just listen until the end without interrupting. After that, you can decide for yourselves whether to accept or dismiss my words as the ramblings of a madman."

"Wait."

Sian raised a hand, stopping Lan Qisheng just as he was about to speak.

"Don’t say anything. Just listen."

"For some time now, I’ve been aware of an organization—one that secretly conducts human experiments. It is a powerful group with influential backers and deep roots spread throughout the country. They have countless laboratories. Their ultimate goal? Creating humans with supernatural abilities—yes, actual superpowers, the kind you see in sci-fi movies and anime."

Sian wasn’t exactly lying.

Such an organization had existed.

But that was in his previous world. And he and his comrades had annihilated it along with its benefactors.

Still, he needed a credible backstory—something believable. He couldn’t just say, ’Oh, by the way, real-life Superman clones are running around, and one of them can steal people’s souls with a touch. Also, he’s responsible for your friends’ deaths.’

That was basically asking to be punched in the face. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Regardless, if the person responsible for those deaths wasn’t the same one who had coincidentally killed Sian in his past life, who had then coincidentally reincarnated in this world, and who could coincidentally still use his powers—then there was definitely something bigger at play.

Perhaps the possibility of such an organization existing here wasn’t so far-fetched after all.

Shoving aside his spiraling thoughts, Sian continued calmly, "Believe it or not, there are many things in this world that defy science."

[One of them is sitting right in front of you,] he mused sarcastically.

"If my theory is correct, then the person responsible for your comrades’ deaths is no ordinary foe. His ability allows him to drain a person’s life force with just a touch. Once he does, he leaves behind a red flower-shaped imprint—his mark. In simple terms, when he consumes someone’s soul energy, it leaves a residual signature on their body.

"As for why he kidnapped the Prime Minister and his daughter, or why someone that dangerous is working with their captors... I have no idea."

As he finished speaking, Sian observed the two men, who stood frozen in place. Their eyes, locked onto him, were filled with disbelief.

Well, not like he expected them to believe him.

Everything he just said sounded like an eight-year-old’s superhero fantasy.

Sian let out a loud sigh before sharpening his gaze.

"Believe me or not, I don’t care. But I’m warning you—if you ever face this man, do not let him touch your bare skin. Not even with the tip of his finger. Or it’s over for you."