HUMAN

Chapter 25 - Data Transfer

Back at the Museum. . .

"Wait! Wait! Calm down, damn it!" I wrapped my arms around the tour guide's assistant close to me as I dragged her into a room, which was the janitor's closet, before letting her go.

The lynx was about to scream for help before I gripped her muzzle to shut her up. "Let me talk before you run off telling everyone, will ya?" I told her. She stopped squirming, and I lowered my hand before she backed off from me.

She then looked at me up and down. Her hair is swooped to one side, almost reminiscent of the early 2000s goth girl hairstyle. She wore a red plaid with a white button-up and dark blue wash jeans with the lanyard dangling from her pocket and a clipboard that she clasps onto.

She bared her fangs, and I raise my hands to show that I didn't have anything dangerous on me.

"How the hell are you able to do that? Are you on crazy drugs? I'm going to have to report you to the authorities if you have been consuming illegal substances!" She pointed at me. I stood there deadpan and rolled my eyes.

Well, I guess I am on drugs. But one that's built differently.

"Look, I won't beat around the bush with this. I can't let you pass around that video all over the internet or to anyone else." I pointed back at her. She raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "Why? Wouldn't ya want to be famous or something?"

I facepalmed at her response. "It's a lot more complicated than that- look! I need you to keep this a secret for now. I really can't have others knowing about this, alright?" She pondered at my request and scratched her chin before making small paces back and forth in the small space.

"Sure!"

"Thank you-"

"But! Here's the catch." A grin snuck up her face. "You and me, meet at the museum entrance at 10 PM sharp." I pleaded against that. "Ah! Ah! You don't get a say. I know you're gatekeeping instead of trying to make yourself useful to us." She then added. "And I'll give you three days. If you don't show up, I'm pressing the upload button!"

I tilted my head at that statement. What did she mean by that? What am I hiding aside from my identity as a human?

Wait. . .no. . .impossible. . .

"Dumbass! Your blood!" She grabbed my arms and pointed at my veins. "The bloodline of Athiro the swordsman supposedly had major healing factors once turned into a proper medicine by extracting his blood."

I see. I'd told her that I never knew that, and I was quite interested in seeing whether this theory would work. The lynx began to ramble on about some scientific jargon that got me lost when she started. But what I got is that my blood has superior healing properties once adequately developed and processed or some stuff like that.

Interesting. So, the X-R07 serum can provide immense strength and heightened senses or provide some healing factor. Albeit, that last theory is still hazy as they haven't had access to anyone with the X-R07 serum firmly residing within their veins.

Now, to test my theory.

"Say, about my blood. . ." I interrupted her. "Do you think there would be other factors that would be causing that? Like a serum of some sort?"

"What? No, it's all natural. I doubt it's magic, but something about your blood can be used for medicinal purposes." Very interesting indeed. . .how come father did not tell me about this. Or perhaps he hadn't known?

This brought upon a realization. What flows through my body can either bring destruction or restoration. Shit. That means I can't just have my blood spilling anywhere. Otherwise, the wrong person might come across it, and it would be my fault.