I woke up in a pool of blood, holding a bloody knife in my hand, but three voices sounded in my head at the same time:
The godhead is calmly analyzing the escape route, the magichead is frantically shouting to kill everyone, and the human nature that belongs to me is trembling in front of the siren.
They called me a "walking natural disaster" and wanted me to be plastered all over the city. But I don't know that I am the prey being hunted—the heaven wants to purify me into a human-shaped weapon, and the abyss wants to corrupt me into a vessel of desire.
Until I saw my innocent smiling face in the photos of my childhood laboratory.
It turns out that I was never a victim, but a carefully crafted living key, with a door to destruction sleeping inside my body.
Now, the door is about to open.
Should I awaken the god in my head, or unleash the demon within me?
Perhaps the answer is to make gods and demons kneel down and call daddy.
