"Your father is looking for you everywhere."
After Lucian left, Isla persistently asked her sister about this boy who had suddenly shaken their once-peaceful family.
After asking many times, she got an answer.
Kaizer's smirk faded a bit at that. He recognized the voice, too. But didn't bother replying. If someone wasn't worth his time, He turned to the lady and said,
"Let's just finish this deal. Two thousand five hundred star credits."
The lady nodded with a knowing smile, finding the whole thing amusing. She transferred the star credits over from her digital wallet to Kaizer.
Isla's patience was wearing off. She was used to people obeying her commands without question. "Are you seriously ignoring me?" she demanded, her voice filled with anger. "You created a mess for my sister—"
Kaizer cut her off. "Not interested," he said flatly.
But Isla wasn't giving up.
When Kaizer tried to walk away, she stepped right in front, crossed her arms, and looked up at him with a smug smile. Kaizer let out a sigh, massaging his temples like he was dealing with a chore.
"Do you have hearing issues? I said, I'm not interested."
A small crowd had formed, and their eyes were drawn to the scene like moths to a flame. Whispers spread among the onlookers.
"Isn't she the young miss from the Skar family, one of the legacy families?"
"You idiot, she is not an ordinary family member. She is from direct lineage."
"Kids these days," an elderly woman commented with a chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. "Can't believe the girl's so persistent."
"The young lad looks quite young, but if he agrees, his life will change. If she had asked my son, I would definitely marry my son into her family," muttered a middleman while smiling; even he began imagining this event.
From Isla's group, Lara stepped forward, her eyes flicking nervously between Isla and the watching crowd. She had never seen her friend holding a boy's hand in the past. Every step she took drew attention, her perfect hourglass figure and naturally seductive presence impossible to ignore. Lowering her voice, she said, "Isla, even if you like him… this is a bit much."
Isla blushed furiously. "Lara! Stop!" She realized everyone was misunderstanding the scene.
The flush on her cheeks deepened as she took in the curious, amused stares from the bystanders. She was normally the one dismissing attention, not being the subject of it.
Kaizer's eyes gleamed with mischief. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist pushing her just a little further. In his innocent, youthful tone, he said loudly, "Sister, please have mercy; my body is really tired today."
A few people gasped, and some covered their mouths in shock. Currently, the people watching this scene had their own wild imagination: an innocent boy begging for mercy and a wild girl laughing loudly and giving an evil smile, which further made the innocent boy beg and then later give up.
Some present youth even began to imagine themselves as this lucky boy, and some began to click videos and pictures so they could upload them to social media.
Isla's eyes widened in outrage, her face barely controlling fury. She looked ready to explode when Lara stepped in, placing a gentle but firm hand on Isla's shoulder.
"I am really sorry for my friend's behavior," Lara said with a quick bow. She looked at Kaizer with an apologetic expression before pulling Isla away. Other students followed with muttered grumbles, casting wary glances at the watching crowd as they retreated.
Kaizer watched them go, his amusement lingering in his expression. After looking around for some period, he stepped out of the Sterling Exchange Trading Company and began walking through the city. He passed the marketplace, wandered through the sprawling gardens, and walked by the fun park where children screamed with joy on various rides.
He saw a bird shop near a park. Small birds filled cramped cages, drawing crowds of children while some parents made purchases.
One bird stood out—a parrot alone in a small cage, surrounded by the largest crowd. A sign hung beneath it: Not for Sale. Parents paid the vendor and whispered their children's words to the parrot. When it repeated the same word, the vendor rewarded it with a treat.
The children laughed, delighted by the spectacle.
Kaizer was a little dazed for a moment and murmured, "My life is also the same as this bird, which cannot fly freely. Follow the other word and receive a treat. It may not change now, but who knows about the future?" He shook his head and suppressed the thought.
As he made his way toward the outskirts of the city, Kaizer became aware of a shadow trailing behind him. The one following him was clumsy, leaving behind traces so obvious that even without an Adept-level sensory system, a mere novice could have detected them.
The higher-ups believed Kaizer had been born with an Adept-level sense.
They were completely wrong.
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Kaizer's lips.
The truth was far from reality.
Unlike ordinary evolvers, Kaizer's parent genome held more than DNA, genes, chromosomes, and the most important energon pool.
Near his energon pool, there were shatter stones that vibrated constantly, granting him the ability to sense frequencies and waves around him. Every movement within ten meters was reflected to him with terrifying clarity—nothing escaped his perception, not even microscopic life.
But this ability had limits—it was also a curse.
Whenever Kaizer stimulated his Genome Parent with energon, the Shatter Stones absorbed most of it and began to vibrate violently. Those vibrations produced precise frequencies, activating his sensory perception whether he wanted it or not.
Worse still, whenever Kaizer attempted to use any technique that required energon, the Shatter Stones absorbed the majority of it. He had no control over this process. If he wanted to activate his frequency sense alone, all he needed was controlled breathing and a subtle movement within his energon pool. But the moment he used a real technique, the frequency sense activated automatically.
Because of this, the Genome Parent could never be properly stimulated.
And without proper stimulation, it failed to produce Genome Children.
An evolved human required a minimum of 50 percent stimulation to produce Genome Children. This was why Kaizer failed every time. He had been trying for the past four years secretly, yet each attempt failed.
Moreover, sustaining such a perception required a large amount of energon. Because of this, Kaizer never kept the ability fully active. He only raised his perception when necessary. Pushing beyond it would rapidly drain his energon and risk damaging his Genome Parent.
Also, Kaizer had already formed a genome parent long before joining the Code Division Force. This force recruited children from slums and orphanages, those without ties to influential individuals or legacy families. These children were trained solely to serve the government faithfully and without question, as power in the Earth Sector was already heavily imbalanced. The government sought to maintain order and enforce regulations, but influential individuals and legacy families often resisted control, leading to constant clashes between them and the authorities.
Kaizer shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts. He glanced at the storefront window and spotted a figure covered from head to toe in black cloth, with a hoodie hiding the face.
These figures tried to hide but failed, leaving out many clues. At one point, the figure even held a newspaper upside down, pretending to read. He had some guesses about this person's identity.
Growing tired of the game, Kaizer led his pursuer from narrow alleys until he reached a deserted construction site.
He stopped, and as he scanned the area, his face relaxed, not seeing anyone around.
When the figure got closer. Kaizer's image became blurred for a moment.