iron tree flower

My name is Odin, and I am the final perfect product of the Odin plan. I used to be called Odin 001, but later, I erased all the subsequent numbers that wanted to replace me, so I have a normal Name - Odin.I don't like numbers, because I remember that my mother also had a number. At that time, my father accidentally said it out once, but just that time, my mother started to quarrel with my father frantically, and it took three full days to calm down.She has a beautiful Japanese name called kotokou, which means Qinzi. I guess it means that she is a woman who is as quiet and elegant as a piano.But the strange thing is that my mother is not Japanese, and her blond hair and blue eyes are even inherited to me, so in appearance, I have always been much superior to those other replicas of "Odin".

I killed other failed Odins and finally became Odin. Of course, the most important step is to kill the person in charge of the Odin project. Without this person in charge, there will be no Odin project, and there will be no new ones. Odin appears.I have a name since then, I like this name, the king of the gods, omnipotent, much better than the name my father chose at the beginning, Eric, there is no future when I hear it.

In a real sense, I don't like my father at all. This guy is not a kind and good man like my mother said.Perhaps, only a pure and abnormal woman like my mother with a little mental illness would like such a person.Of course, it's also possible that his father's perverted 'nurture plan' really succeeded.Otherwise, apart from the brainwashed people, who would get close to Professor Jeffrey who was known as the 'Golden Scissors' who made all the experimental subjects fearful? !

I can deceive others, but my father's little tricks can't deceive me at all. Just looking at the thick cases I saw after I arrived in the laboratory, I know very well what my father is like.After my identity changed from the experimental subject to the experimental person, I have a deeper understanding of his mentality.

My mother once described to my young self countless times how my father came to me who was trapped in a dark place like a "god", like a knight, straddling a steed, wielding a long sword, Overcoming obstacles and escorting himself to escape from the shackles of the laboratory.Of course, facing my mother whose nerves are never very normal, of course I listened to these words selectively. Of course, maybe she made up a fairy tale to make me laugh because she saw that I was young at the time, just like telling I am the same as her perfunctory answer of buying shallots.

In my opinion, if you can do so many "horrific" operations and experiments, you can't be regarded as a good person at all, right?In the video data of those operations, Professor Jeffrey is obviously a butcher-like pervert called a beast who is still laughing excitedly while holding a scalpel and splashing blood all over his body!Therefore, those who are kind and sympathetic are all floating clouds, or they are hallucinations when the mother is not normal.

When I became a pivotal person in charge of this laboratory, I could slowly get access to the materials of the original 'Athena' project.The dust-laden materials for a long time really opened my eyes.The appearance of her mother is indeed very doubtful, even at home, she always fantasizes that she is a Japanese, so because she needs to hide at home because she escaped, it fulfills her desire to become a traditional Japanese housewife.

Mama's hallucinations, in my opinion, are very serious.It was so serious that she not only deceived herself, but also deceived me a little bit.When I was a child, she always tried to feed me natto that was smelly and disgusting, or served fish that were obviously suspected of parasitic infection in front of me.I was very resistant, but my mother insisted, and my father would most likely not object.In order to cater to my mother, I would even take away my favorite noodles with bolognese sauce, and once forced sushi covered in green wasabi into my mouth.

Poor myself was only two or three years old at the time, but I remembered it deeply because of the tragic end.So... I really don't take the compliments that my mother said about my father.My father's possessiveness is very strong, sometimes even repelling me from approaching my mother.Only when I showed an IQ far beyond that of my peers, did he show some surprise and joy.

At that time, I thought he was proud of me, but now that I have become a researcher myself, I realized that it is the expression that an enthusiastic researcher will show when he has made an outstanding achievement!This pervert!I never shy away from this, being a pervert is a badge of honor for a good researcher.If it's just well-behaved and doesn't dare to touch any boundaries, it will definitely not produce any results!Such a researcher is simply useless waste, and will be eliminated by the research institute sooner or later.Therefore, the rest are all essence, and of course all are abnormal.

Slowly getting in touch with the upper level of the research institute, in fact, I feel more and more unable to grasp the direction.What is the meaning of the existence of the research institute?Let mankind get a bigger and better future?Don't be funny, those are all rhetoric to deceive taxpayers... Although the current economic power of the research institute is very huge due to various patent fees that have attracted worldwide attention, and these patents are still accumulating continuously, but there is no set A final direction, I am afraid the road ahead is not far away.The people at the top don't have any shrewd decision-makers at all. They are all crazy researchers who rose from the bottom. Even if someone who has gone through some back door sends someone in, they will be naturally and slowly eliminated.

How can a normal person who has no finished product and is not crazy adapt to the life of the research institute?It is impossible for the eliminated researchers to return to normal society. After all, the confidentiality regulations of the research institute are there, and the most effective method of keeping secrets is to kill people to silence them.This is the default management model of all upper management, that is - no model, almost none, there are only one project in the research institute, not one department, even for a violent organization like security, researchers come here in turn .When the research pressure is high, many people like to relieve the pressure with bloody means such as "beep--" or "beep--".

Bathed in blood, they are as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.Even before, there were some competitions held here. Through the long trophy showcase, you can also see the honors of Professor Jeffrey Tornatore in the past. He is often older but can’t understand me. Many old researchers would point at my father's victories and laugh at me, unlike his father.

Of course, these old guys disappeared in the institute soon, and newcomers had to replace them.These new researchers are constantly being recruited from major universities and scientific bases or voluntarily defected to this 'paradise', except for a very small number of them who soon felt that this place was a 'hell' and violated the regulations of the institute. In addition, everyone else quickly adapted to life here.

Among the old gangsters in the project I was in charge of, only one or two were still there. I paid great attention to finding new blood to integrate into my small group, which would not only help the smooth progress of the research, but also It also helps me infiltrate the high-level of the institute.I am different from my father, the Guangming plan is far less than the right to make me happy.I believe that I will be the only head of state who stands at the peak of power after the pioneer who founded the research institute!Whether it is prosperity or demise, I have the final say on everything in the institute!

Moreover, you see, I have already found the direction of future research for the Institute, and recently I found the letters left by my mother. Just like ordinary people, they put it in the bank as a treasure.I am an adult this year, so the banker asked the lawyer to find me, the orphan who was sent to the 'orphanage' back then, and hand over the things to me. Is this the legacy left by my mother?

At first, I thought these letters were 'invalid letters' written by my mother when she was ill, because they were all sent to unwarranted Japanese.But after reading all of them, I realized that these letters are a rich inheritance from my mother, and it seems that my mother's mental illness does not include delusional disorder...