Forsaking the Gods: In the Name of Fearlessness

After the two old men passed away, I inherited a killer’s cold-bloodedness and a scientist’s intelligence.

In the underground black market, I’m known as “Godforsaken.” No one knows my past.

The CEO of a tech giant kneels before me, begging for mercy. “Why are you targeting me?”

I reveal the chip code on the back of my neck. “Remember the test subject you abandoned eighteen years ago?”

“You... You’re the defective failure I made?” he asks, trembling.

I pull the trigger, my mechanical eye flashing red.

“No. I’m the only thing you ever made that worked.”