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After fusing the souls and memories of 127 death row inmates into his consciousness, Jason Mitchell - formerly known as the spineless heir to the Montgomery fortune - awoke transformed. The fusion gifted him with encyclopedic knowledge ranging from quantum physics to medieval alchemy, along with an accidental bride: the stunning Emily Carter, who now legally bore his last name.

The cosmic collision of souls manifested an even stranger ability - Jason could temporarily animate objects with crude sentience. A mosquito became his aerial spy, his smartphone developed sarcastic tendencies, and even a stale bagel once sang opera for seven glorious minutes.

When the infamous Blackwood Syndicate sent their top enforcers, Jason greeted them with options. The pragmatic choice? Use ancient martial arts techniques to slit their throats. The entertaining choice? Breathe life into their prized weapons.

Assassin Ethan Blackwood screamed as his prized katana sliced off his own nose mid-swing. Hitman Lucas Graves lost more than his dignity when his customized Desert Eagle became sentient and blew off his own manhood. The crime family soon learned that you don't hunt a living arsenal - you negotiate with it.

Superpowered Genius

The bullet necklace ended up on the souvenir shelf of a Tennessee truck stop. Sixteen-year-old Jenny bought it with her waitress tips and wrapped it in Walmart gift wrap for her cousin Kevin's 30th birthday.

Kevin Johnson was the laughingstock of the town - a rich kid who blew his daddy's pharmaceutical money on booze and strippers. He traded his gold chain for the bullet pendant that night, too drunk to feel its strange warmth.

Kevin stumbled out of a Memphis strip club at 3 a.m. His Uber driver noticed the Rolex on his wrist. "Mr. Johnson? Your wife called again about the credit cards..."

"Tell Lila to kiss my..." Kevin's slurred insult died as a chloroform rag smothered his face. The minivan veered onto Highway 55, its tires crunching gravel near Wolf River.

As the killer strangled him with the pendant's chain, the bullet glowed red-hot. Kevin's spirit rose screaming and disintegrated in the moonlight. In the pendant, Jason saw his chance.

The shattered orb pulsed like a heartbeat. Jason's spirit rushed into Kevin's cooling body. Memories flooded in - secret drug formulas, hidden Swiss bank accounts, Lila's affair with his brother Alex.

Kevin's eyes snapped open. River water was dripping from his Gucci shirt. He (now Jason) touched his neck where the chain had bitten into it. The bullet pendant was gone - melted into a scar shaped like six strange letters.

At a gas station pay phone, Jason tested Kevin's voice: "Lila? I'm alive." Static crackled. Through the receiver, he heard his widow gasp.

"Meet me at the old factory. Alone." Jason hung up, grinning. The meth cook's memories told him where to find a burner phone. The Wall Street guy's knowledge suggested offshore accounts. The sniper's instincts picked the perfect ambush.

At Kevin's penthouse, Lila stared at the dead phone. Her lover, Alex, entered wearing Kevin's monogrammed robe. "Who was that?"

"Wrong number," she lied, her diamond bracelet clinking against the whiskey glass. Far below, the Mississippi River swallowed the evidence of Jason's rebirth.

Chapter 3: Second Chance