A New Body

The real world, in a patient's room within the morgue.

A young man wearing an oxygen mask was surrounded by a group of people wearing white coats except for a duo of a man and a woman.

They all looked at him and a man wearing glasses who was checking on the former's condition with anxiety in their eyes, especially the bulky man whose eyes were constantly darting back and forth between the young man and the doctor.

After a while when the silence seemed to be no longer bearable, the man asked hurriedly:

"Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor maintained his silence for 2 seconds and then said in a puzzled voice:

"...His condition has stabilized, but for some reason, he's not waking up."

A few minutes earlier the young man suddenly experienced a cardiac arrest and his heartbeat stopped. After using the defibrillator and the doctor's healing, the young man's condition returned to normal.

The young man should have woken up by now since his body would react when the doctor used his healing on him, but somehow it never did.

The bulky man heaved a sigh of relief but a frown quickly appeared on his forehead:

"Why's that the case?"

"I don't know, I've already used the defibrillator and my healing abilities." The doctor said calmly.

"Do you know when he will wake up?"

Just as the doctor was about to say something, the young man's right finger suddenly moved a little.

Although this was a very small movement, this didn't escape the eyes of the people who were looking at him.

Just as the bulky man was about to rejoice, he saw something that stupefied him and the rest of the people there.

The young man's face...no, his entire body seemed to experience changes.

His face morphed itself, the round face turned much more sharp and angular. His hair that was cut short started to grow longer until it nearly reached medium length, but still enough to not cover his face completely. His heights increased exponentially at least by a few centimeters.

The most impressive change was his muscles, they started to increase in volume and then compressed to become much harder but at the same time didn't hinder his movements.

It was like a body that was forged from blood and iron themselves.

While everyone who was awake in the room was shocked and dumbfounded by what just happened before them, the young man lying on the bed slowly and groggily opened his eyes.

His eyes squinted slightly to adjust to his surroundings before he was able to fully open them.

It was then that everyone snapped out of their stupor and looked intently at the young man.

The young man also sensed their gazes before sitting up and darted his eyes from left to right to scrutinize each of them carefully.

The people in the room shuddered a little at the look the young man was giving them, especially the duo of man and woman who belonged to the cohort.

It was as if they were being looked down on like insignificant beings, unworthy of the devil's attention.

This only lasted for a mere split second before everything returned to normal, making everyone wonder if it was just their imaginations.

The silence lasted for 2 whole minutes since the young man was still looking at them without saying a word. After that the duo of man and woman pushed everyone aside and arrived near the young man, the bulky man asked with a worried tone:

"Hey kid...you feeling alright? What happened to you?"

The young man glanced at the bulky man and then turned his eyes to the woman silently standing behind him.

The woman felt fear at the young man's look for an unknown reason.

It was then that the young man opened his mouth for the first time, his voice sounded hoarse and tired:

"Can I be alone for a while, please? I wanted to rest a bit."

The bulky man hesitated at first but eventually nodded his head and said:

"All right, you can rest all you want."

He turned back to the group of people and told them to go away before he and the woman walked out of the room as well, but not before the woman gave the young man a last glance.

The young man noticed this but didn't react and simply sat there motionlessly.

Minutes later, he revealed a distorted smile while muttering to himself:

"...It worked."

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Outside the patient's room, in the lounge area.

The bulky man was sitting quietly, seemingly in a trance. When the mid-twenties woman who was holding two tin can arrived did he snap out of his trance.

The woman threw him a can of juice and he reflexively caught it with his left hand, he held it in front of him and asked with confusion:

"What's this?"

"Juice, can't you tell?" The woman chuckled lightly.

"...No I mean, why suddenly?" The man quickly explained.

"You seemed pretty down earlier, so I thought I get you something."

"...Thanks I guess." The man said curtly.

"Anytime." The woman sat down next to him, she didn't say anything else but just quietly drank her drink.

"Did you notice it too?" She suddenly asked out of nowhere.

The man didn't answer immediately but fiddled with his can a little bit before saying:

"...Yeah, there's something different about him...Well, I'm not talking about his appearance but something else that I couldn't put my finger on what it is."

"...Did something happen to him back then?" He added after pausing a little bit.

The woman took another sip of her drink, then breathed out slightly before speaking, her voice sounded strangely tense:

"...Not only did his body change, but the air around him and his demeanor changed somehow. You can ask him for details after you come back to the room."

"Yeah, I'll check on him again after he got his rest." The man said with a small smile.

"Alright then, I'll leave it up to you, I have to go check on the others." The woman stood up and walked to another section of the second floor.

The bulky man looked at her back for a moment before speaking in a loud voice:

"I'll leave the rest to you, Yuna."

"Yeah, yeah." The woman called Yuna waved her hand a little but didn't turn back and just slowly moved away.

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Inside a patient's room, near the window that showed the view of the city.

A young man who was only wearing black pants and leather shoes was silently standing near the window, revealing his perfectly well-toned body that seemed to be the very definition of perfection.

If any normal woman was to see his body then she would probably faint on the spot, that just how flawless his body was.

His eyes kept looking outside the city without ever moving from its position, only after a while did he utter in a troubled voice:

"...Now how the hell do I get out of here?"