Inside the underground research facility, a white-haired boy was immersed in the solution inside a glass column. The faint light shining through it made his eyes look exceptionally clear—or rather, there was no way they could be anything but clear. With his memories tampered with once every three days, anyone's gaze would be clear.
"This boy is the key to the Lightning-Attraction Secret Art. He's someone favored by the world and can completely control golden lightning."
As Kingsley spoke, he took a golden button from his coat. On closer inspection, one could see faint blood-colored patterns on its front.
"Kingsley, is it really okay to say that in front of the boy?"
"No problem."
Kingsley tapped the glass column with his finger. The faint light inside shifted to a warm yellow, enveloping the boy. His eyes gradually lost their focus, and moments later, he closed them and fell asleep.
In principle, Kingsley hadn't mastered golden lightning either. He was merely attracting it. The medium for attracting the lightning was the boy's blood—a kind of golden blood located at the center of his heart that didn't circulate through his body.
Kingsley walked deeper into the facility. Along both sides of the passageway stood glass columns, each containing an immersed figure between seventeen and twenty years old. There were both men and women, and their features were all quite similar. Every one of them had white hair.
"Damn, they're mass-producing them now."
Baja tried to sense the aura of one of the test subjects. Its life force was extremely faint, as if it were hibernating. These were all failures.
"It's Dangerous Object-012. Using its properties to accomplish this isn't difficult."
Kingsley walked ahead. Strangely, there were no researchers to be seen here.
As Baja passed a glass column, he glanced sideways. The