A SINGLE STRIKE.

As Clark walked down the spiraling staircase that the Professor showed him, a lot of things went through his mind at the same time, making his thoughts become a jumbled mess.

Though he told the Professor so casually like it meant nothing to him, he felt crushed knowing that he just failed a breakthrough.

“What happened? Is it because of the quadrant enhancer? Do I really have an artificially made biological device apart from my implant on my head now? Did Professor Granit’s son really die to this same fusion?”

The questions in his head were too much, having no one to answer him only intensified his frustration.

And the Professor said something about an invasion, what did he mean?

Though thinking of the pain that he was in a moment ago still left a sour taste in his mouth, he tried to forget about it.