The Adulterous Switcher-Chapter 36: She’s Healed!!!

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### **Chapter 15: The Threshold of Blood and Future**

The voice echoed from the shadows, laced with something colder than malice. It was truth—twisted, rationalized, but chillingly honest.

**"This cooperation wasn't always like this."**

The man stood behind a wall of frosted glass, his reflection faint in the synthetic sheen. Lab monitors pulsed beside him, showcasing neural activity, molecular blueprints, and genetic overlays.

**"We were once a science-based research company———involved in advancing human biology."**

His voice was calm, even proud, as if recounting a legacy—one not yet finished.

**"To our surprise———what we've been researching on.....has been living among us."**

On a nearby monitor, an image of a Percenter flickered. Augmented scans revealed the impossible—organs subtly different, brain activity that danced across synapses like a storm.

**"The Percenters———humans who could do what we have been researching all these years...humans who defied the law of nature. I proposed we experiment on them...learn how their insides work."**

He stepped away from the console, into dim light. His lab coat swayed, stained faintly with time and effort. Eyes sharp. Calculated.

**"But my boss wanted the opposite...he wished to make relations with them...help them."**

A pause. Then a slow shake of the head.

**"And I just couldn't let this opportunity slip."**

His hand reached toward a case on a shelf. He opened it—inside, a photo of a younger man and his superior. Smiling once. Before betrayal.

**"So I did the only reasonable thing possible....I killed him."**

**"I did it for the future of humanity\_\_\_\_I did it for Earth."**

He didn't flinch as he said it. As if the weight of murder was no more than a stepping stone.

**"I took over as the CEO."**

With access to every file, every specimen, he unraveled the mystery.

**"I discovered their powers came from their brain....for some reason they unlocked more than 10% of their brain, giving them superhuman abilities."**

He swiped on the screen again. 3D renders of neural fluid, devices, and failed prototypes blinked by.

**"Still, I pushed forward... and made devices that drain the fluids out of their brain——in the hopes of using it to replicate their powers."**

Two androids stood behind him, sleek and deadly. They hummed faintly, running off stolen genius.

**"I made two perfect androids that used the fluid to replicate the skills of Percenters."**

He leaned in toward the camera, his pupils narrowing.

**"But still I could never replicate the powers in a normal human."**

Then, with a breath that trembled with triumph—

**"Until now!!."**

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Lightning flashed over the quiet suburb. Rain began to tap softly across the rooftop of a modest home—Rafik's home.

And there stood Dawn.

His silhouette loomed in the storm, trench coat soaked, eyes set on the front door. Without hesitation, he stepped forward—and with a shattering crash, he kicked it open.

The door flew inward, slamming against the wall.

Inside, all was still. He stalked forward, scanning the room. There were pictures on the walls. Memories. Warmth. But the house felt empty.

Until a calm voice broke the silence.

**"Welcome... want a drink!!."**

Rafik sat at the dining table, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in one hand. He tilted the glass slightly in Dawn's direction.

**"If you're looking for my family———they aren't here, sorry... no villain backstory for you to accomplish here."**

He smirked, but the tension in his body told another story.

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**Eleven Hours Earlier**

The safe house buzzed faintly with conversation, but Rafik pulled Trey and Monet into the hallway, his face tense.

**"Trey... he's gonna come after me."**

His words hung in the air like a warning bell.

**"So let's help you take him down."**

Trey said, placing a firm hand on Rafik's shoulder.

But Rafik shook his head.

**"No!!..., most of the Percenters here have already been through enough... they don't need to enter a fight... after just escaping God knows how many weeks, months, or years of torture."**

He gently moved Trey's hand off his shoulder. His voice was steady, but full of pain.

**"Then what was the point of riling them up earlier."**

Trey snapped, stepping toward him.

**"So they will be cautious and aware!!!... so they won't be shocked by a sneak attack if I'm not here."**

Rafik looked to both of them.

**"That's also why I need both of you here... to protect them."**

Monet opened her mouth—

**"But—"**

**"Stop worrying, Monet... if Rafik says he can handle it, then he can handle it."**

Trey cut in, conviction in his voice.

The doorbell rang.

**"Ding Dong."**

**"Could it be them?"**

Monet asked, already preparing herself for battle.

**"I don't think they would use the doorbell."**

Rafik said, moving to the door.

He opened it.

His breath caught.

Drake stood there, wheeling in a chair. In it—Rafik's mother, her eyes closed. Standing beside them was a girl with wide eyes and tangled hair.

**"Big Bro!!!."**

Erykah sprinted forward, arms outstretched.

She slammed into Rafik, hugging him tight.

**"How!!."**

Rafik looked over at Trey and Monet, overwhelmed.

**"I gave Drake the address... so he would bring them over here, where they would be safe."**

Trey explained.

**"Thank you... thank you so much, Trey."**

Rafik replied, pulling him into a strong, grateful embrace.

**"Hey, what about me... I brought them here."**

Drake huffed, arms folded.

**"Thanks, Drake... thank you."**

Rafik said with a warm nod.

**"Nah, it's nothing... no need to thank me——we should be the one thanking you."**

Drake muttered, cheeks coloring.

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A girl with white hair, no older than fifteen, stepped forward. Her eyes were like a clouded sky—distant, yet full of clarity.

**"Rafik, I never really had the chance to tell you thank you."**

**"Nah!!... it's nothing, we're all humans and no one deserves to be treated like animals."**

Suddenly, a sharp, gut-wrenching cough tore through the air.

Rafik turned just in time to see blood dripping from his mother's mouth.

**"Mom!!."**

**"Mrs. Dove!!."**

Others shouted as they rushed to her.

The white-haired girl approached slowly, eyes locked on the dying woman.

**"She's sick, right!!."**

**"Yeah, she has an undiagnosable disease... and we couldn't take her to a hospital 'cause of the new rule."**

Rafik said, voice cracking, fists clenched in helpless rage.

**"Give her to me."**

**"Huh!!."**

**"I can heal her."**

**"You really can."**

Rafik, Trey, and Monet shouted, stunned.

**"Yes!!."**

She nodded, calm and sure.

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She wheeled Rafik's mom down the hall and into one of the bedrooms. The door clicked shut.

**"Give me 10 minutes."**

She turned to Rafik and smiled softly.

Rafik dropped to his knees in the hallway, head bowed.

**"Please God... heal her."**

His voice was a whisper to the heavens.

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**Ten Minutes Later**

The door creaked open.

And from inside, a quiet voice called out:

**"Mom!!."**

Rafik's knees buckled as he ran inside, tears already streaming down his face.

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