Multi-Gene

But the old man slowly stood up and in a few seconds, his back was straight, as straight as a javelin. Unlike one who was supposed to be almost dead.

The man had a white but dirty hair on his head which seem almost as dead the old man.

His blood red eyes was the most prominent feature of his body.

It was as red as blood and was extremely piercing if it locked onto someone.

The eyes was first in a daze, after which, it moved and within a blink of an eye, the eyes locked onto David who was standing In front of the office entrance with a lazy and casual expression on his face.

He looked like an idiot who couldn't read the situation in front of him.

His eyelid had dropped and he looked as though he would drop in a minute.

His muscles and body was relaxed and his heartbeat was very slow but extremely forceful as it beat in his heart.

Yawning softly, David broke the silent and tense atmosphere. "Who are you old man?"

The old man's gaze moved slightly but he directly ignored David. He looked at his own body, after which, his expression was filled with awe, fear and respect and also with a massive amount of expectation in his gaze.

All of a sudden, he stretched his hands outwards, his fingernails instantly turned black, growing a notch thicker and a few inches longer. From the dehydrated and chipped nails, his nails suddenly turned into claws.

It was no longer the hands of a human, but that of a beasts.

The old man's mouth cracked open in a smile when he saw this, which couldn't get anymore repulsive.

The instant his mouth opened, two canines could be seen protruding out of his mouth.

Taken aback, a black red twig of flesh which was supposedly the tongue swept through the tooth, as though to inspect them.

The old man suddenly burst into peal of wizened laughter which almost sounded like two metals grating into each other.

It was almost unbearable to hear.

With a raised eyebrows, David was slightly astonished. Blood red eyes that seem to want to syck one into an illusion, fanged teeth, silent heartbeat and retractable claws.

A speculation formed in his mind but he wasn't in a hurry to confirm it.

The old man's red eyes then narrowed as he locked onto David's figure

And a very dry, old and raspy voice then sounded out in the room.

"What year is this?" he ignored David's previous question as he asked.

Blinking his eyes, David replied half heartedly " Year 2019."

The old man's wrinkled and dried face suddenly wrinkled more as he pondered. After a few seconds his blood red eyes moved and suddenly he said in his dried voice.

"That's impossible." Then he frowned as he knew David wasn't seriously answering him.

David wasn't stupid enough to correctly answer the old man's question.

"Who are you?" The old man asked as his red eyes swept through David's dirty body.

Sand and dust was in his face, preventing the old man from seeing his true face.

But then David frowned lightly, he couldn't clearly hear the heart beat of the old man, which was impossible.

Every Spryher had a heart and another organ which could also be considered a second heart.

Every Spryher had sharp ears and sense. They could listen and determine the strength of the opponent if they were patient enough to calculate it.

But David couldn't clearly hear the old man's heartbeat.

The old man's heartbeat was very silent and if David didn't listen intently, he would be unable to clearly hear the heartbeat.

But his frown deepened as he could sense that the threat the old man posed to him was little at first, but it was starting to increase at a rapid pace. It seem as if the old man's strength continued to rise but in a very hidden manner.

If not for the slight reverberations coming from the old man's body, David wouldn't have been able notice it.

Moreover, the old man's heartbeat also continued to rise but it was extremely subtle and almost silent as though he had placed some kind of silencer in his heart.

But David could still somehow sense it.

His eyes suddenly flashed and it widened as he thought, 'The Oldman is stalling for time!' if the old man truly wanted to know the year, checking his imprint was just one of the many ways to know what the date was.

He had been almost tricked

In a split second, he made a decision and David suddenly attacked.

His strike was quick, savage and fierce without any elegance and style. Without any technique whatsoever, only pure was strength involved.

It was as if he wanted to quickly end the old man as quick as possible.

The old man's static face instantly turned sinister as he laughed savagely. His sharp canine was instantly revealed as it elongated a few inches long, glinting in a sharp manner.

His dry voice rang out again.

"Smart little fellow, pity you realised too late." His mind was at rest now, his strength had recovered to match that of a Sphyher, although it was still very little, he should be able to handle this little fellow.

And then, try to fully recover his strength while at same time, confirming if his experiment was indeed a success. And to do that, he needed blood.

His whole body hungered for blood but it wasn't a very intense feeling. The feeling was subtle as though it hadn't awakened yet.

It seem as though the feeling was still asleep, in a comatose state.

Although the little fellow's blood wouldn't be enough, it would at most recover some of his strength

Lifting his hand, he too casually lifted his hands and he clawed out in a swift manner.

His claw was like a shadow that made absolutely no sound in the atmosphere as it moved swiftly in the air.

It was as if his whole body had been silenced.. Making no sound in the surroundings.