Macedonian Dynasty Bloodline

Pale sunlight refracted through the mirror and shot in through holes in the ruined, filthy heavy curtains. After his eyelids trembled a few times, the boy's eyes snapped open. The sudden brightness caused his pupils no discomfort. Sokovia's nights were as silent as a realm of the dead. Even a baby's cries would be muffled beneath thick quilts by its mother. The shadows cast by the Avengers, who had left only days ago, and the resurgent local government would not fade so easily. Many people were still worrying about where tomorrow's food would come from.

He had not slept all night, yet he felt no fatigue. Even during the silent, deserted night, he never lowered his guard.

As the first subject of Gene Alchemy and the biological laboratory's enhancement surgery, he possessed many things that future Gene-modded Warriors and even the Praetorian Guard would never have. His sovereign was like an artist splashing paint across a blank canvas, tailoring the alterations to each subject's individual traits. Gene Alchemy—profound and obscure beyond measure, controlled by the sovereign alone—was constantly working on him in subtle ways, gradually reconstructing him from the microscopic level until he reached perfection. More importantly, certain utterly pure enhancement rites would allow special transplanted glands containing sacred genetic codes to be absorbed and replaced in the future, becoming his natural organs, just like the heart and brain he should have possessed from the start.

These modifications would not only grant him a lifespan without end, but also eternal resistance against the dreadful corruption of the Outer Dimensions, turning them into the sharpest weapons in the sovereign's rule over the Material Plane and conquest of the Outer Dimensions. The entire process was a secret known only to the Praetorian Guard, yet Salomon did not hesitate to show the boy