Transmigration, such an fascinating fictional concept, until it stays as fiction.
Many dream about being reborn in a world filled with heroes and villains but would they just dream if they knew there was a life beyond death.
Some would jump from the...
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I let out a sigh as I closed the file. I've read it five times already and I still can't understand some parts.
Jack was one of the main scientists at the Life Foundation and he was involved in the Host project. As he delved into the genetic structure of the Symbiotes and their inability to bond with humans, he developed various hypotheses until he arrived at the most promising one.
Genetic mutation.
To put it simply, Jack concluded that if Life Foundation modified a child's genetic makeup while it was still in the mother's womb to match the Symbiote perfectly, they could create a perfect host.
However, the project didn't succeed or at least that's what the records indicate.
Edward Brock was one such child who underwent genetic modification to become a Symbiote host. Unfortunately, he was considered a failure because he didn't exhibit any signs of being a suitable host.
As a consequence of the leaked information regarding the illicit research and experimentation on Eddy, which had been kept secret even from Jack's wife, Jack was dismissed from the company.
Everything started to make sense to me now. Jack's abuse and torment of Ed were rooted in the fact that he saw Eddy as a failure—the very reason he lost everything.
Jack viewed himself as an inadequate scientist because he couldn't produce any successful results and he took out his frustration on Edward.
But the truth was, Jack was not a bad scientist. In reality, he had indeed succeeded in creating the perfect host: Eddy.
However, Jack mistakenly believed that his son was a failure because Eddy's mutant gene didn't activate until the accident occurred, awakening Venom from its dormant state.
Everything makes fucking sense.
I collapsed onto the bed, closing my eyes and grumbling in frustration as the faces of the men I had killed flashed through my mind.
Retrieving the file had been a necessary task, but the subsequent act of dragging their corpses into the living room and dousing them with a can of gasoline I had found in the attic, before igniting the flames, was undoubtedly a foolish move. I was sure the Brock villa would be burning its last wood right now.
Did I care? Not really.
It was crucial to maintain the illusion that Jack Brock was still alive and working alongside a partner.
Allowing them to persist in this belief would serve me well for the time being.
I knew it wouldn't be long before they dispatched another team to investigate the previous one's disappearance and delve into Jack's family background.
