Chapter 73: The Genius Who Lost His Light (Part 1)

“Your name is Harvest.”

As Arcane spoke, the black beads began to tremble. Their molecular bonds loosened, and dark matter rose like smoke. From within the shadows, a creature emerged and spoke in a rough, distorted voice.

“I am… Harvest.”

“We’ll run some tests. Leave him in the test chamber for now.”

Arcane gestured toward a three-meter-tall glass tube. It was far too small for a human to endure more than ten minutes inside, but magical beings had no true sense of time.

That night, Canis and Arin secretly entered the laboratory. They didn’t have Arcane’s permission, and Canis’s unease showed. But the moment he saw Harvest, his tension vanished.

A humanoid figure, nearly two meters tall, stood within the glass. With a slim waist and broad, powerful shoulders, the sight of it struck Canis deeply.

“This… this is Master’s creation…”

The pinnacle of 150 years of sorcery and biological magic, Harvest wasn’t just a magical being—he also carried Arcane’s memories and possessed intelligence.

Unlike Canis, Arin was trembling, her eyes fixed on the figure inside the tube.

“Ugh… it’s so strange. I thought it would look more human.”