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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

Jason drove down Highway 61, his borrowed Levi's stiff with dried blood. An eighteen-wheeler hauling Walmart groceries screeched to a stop. "Christ almighty, kid!" The trucker tossed him a warm Dr Pepper. "You look like you wrestled a bobcat!"

In the truck's side mirror, Jason studied Kevin Johnson's face. The bullet-shaped scar above his collarbone pulsed faintly. Three hours ago, this body had been a booze-soaked mess. Now the stab wounds from the riverbank were fading like bad tattoos.

In a Memphis pawn shop, Jason traded Kevin's diamond cufflinks for $1200 cash. The clerk didn't blink at the bloodstains. "New MMA fighter?" he joked, eyeing the healing cuts.

"Something like that." Jason pocketed the money. The sniper's muscle memory guided his fingers as he bought a .38 revolver from a biker outside a Waffle House.

Lila's Instagram showed her sipping mimosas at the Peabody Hotel. Kevin's booze-soaked eyes never noticed the details Jason now saw - her missing wedding ring, his brother Alex's hand resting too low on her back. The embezzler's knowledge calculated her hidden Cayman accounts. The cartel hitman's instincts mapped out six ways to make it look like an accident.

In a Motel 6 shower, Jason tested his new reflexes. The soap slipped - his hand snapped out faster than it should have. When the housekeeper knocked, he instinctively knew where the gun was before he looked.

Hitchhiking toward Nashville, Jason pieced together clues. The killer's boots left police-issue tread marks. The Uber account traced back to a shell company called Magnolia Holdings. Every truck-stop TV blared news of the Johnson Pharma heir's disappearance.

At a roadside diner, Jason practiced focusing his energy. The coffee rippled as he stared at his pancakes. The waitress laughed about earthquake weather. By dessert, he could tell which truckers carried concealed weapons by the bulge under their flannel shirts.

"Check, please." He left a $50 tip. The security camera flickered static as he walked out.

Twilight painted the Smoky Mountains orange as the revelation sank in. Kevin's killer had used police handcuffs. The lab doctor kept calling. Lila's Instagram location now showed the family's lake house - where, twelve years ago, nine-year-old Kevin had watched his mother drown.

Jason lit a stolen Marlboro, the flame trembling in his super-soldier hands. This second-chance life came with upgrades. It was time to see how far they could go.

Chapter 4: Fresh Start