Unknown POV:
"Sir, Subject 4-20 stopped breathing, we tried everything possible."
A middle aged man hung his head down in front of a large wooden desk, decorated with nothing except papers.
An intimidating man with shoulder length hair was sitting behind the desk, his eyes already carrying a dominating aura that encased the room in an eerie environment.
The masterpiece, or known as subject 4-20 of the Demonic Fourth Generation, has been shot and killed by a rogue instructor.
All of the investments put into the boy, all the appointments scheduled to display his full talents to the investors were all wasted. His lifeless body being displayed on a large monitor on the wall.
Kiyotaka, his flawless property, the demon of the fourth generation. Killed at the hands of his own instructor out of fear.
"Pathetic..."
The older man behind the desk slumped in his chair, clearly displeased with the unexpected situation at hand.
"I don't care about the expenses, bring the masterpiece to life once more, whatever it takes."
He said, not caring for his "son" but his "masterpiece"
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Third Person POV:
The process was complete, the new reborn masterpiece was rebirthed into this world, Except even greater.
¥135,735,000,000 of funds from investors put into this project. Almost all of the funds the White Room organisation could gather into a single product.
The process took 6 years, thousands of people renowned for their knowledge have contributed to the masterpiece.
The experiment being conducted on a deceased 9 year old boy, haling from an organisation know an the White Room. His body has been reassembled with Vibranium found from an unknown African Village, and the highest quality metals across the globe.
The power of Plot Convenience allocated from professionals with blood sweat and tears has led to the creation of Subject 4-2069, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.
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Ayanokouji POV:
The environment around me has been white ever since I was birthed into this world once more.
My entire existence was kept secret to the world, l have no idea of who I was before or how I got here. All I know is I must win.
Victory in a sense doesn't give me joy, I am not sure what the emotion Joy is. But my conscience says victory brings me joy. So I might gain victory to experience this emotion called joy?
Yet when I gain victory I receive no joy, people make motions with their hands repeating a clapping vibration. My master seems pleased with my performance, yet it doesn't feel as if he is pleased at my performance.
The investors that have birthed me into world expect me to achieve excellence, yet I am the embodiment of excellence as I am told everyday.
It's no longer a praise to me, if I am told to a task or objective, I do it successfully. That is my purpose in life, that is why I am here.
Yet this is what the so called life is about, my past self apparently has these feelings. Yet I am not living, contrary to my past self.
I do not sleep, I do not drink, I do not eat, I do not get inpatient, I do not feel sorrow, I do not feel happiness.
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Robotkouji (slow updates)
FanfictionAyanokouji is a robot, specifically programmed for excellence. His educational prowess will be even greater in this story, as well as his physical attributes due to him being an actual robot. His physical features are still the same, except his soci...
