Life will become more cumbersome now.

  First of all, I absolutely have to hide my powers. If I get scanned by the SCB (Supernatural Control Board), they will definitely detect traces of that woman, and I cannot let that happen. The SCB has a way to measure the concentration of the virus in each person. Moreover, every individual’s virus has a unique sequence, making assimilation easy to detect.

  I went through the files sent to me. Apparently, the woman—Vis—was from the Sanguineus family. Native to the planet Mars, they are a people of combat, war, and victory.And they should be, for they reside in Ares.

  No wonder I felt like I had seen her somewhere before. Her family resembles the ancient Rockefeller and Rothschild influence on Mars. They control nearly everything, to the point where even the law turns a blind eye.

  They were always at the top of the food chain, but they became truly apex when their members acquired powerful abilities. Apart from Vis, their family still has two members in the upper echelon of the infected.

  Vis’s death will affect them significantly, but I presume they are hiding her demise from the public.

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  I need to short their stocks through a few shells. Of course, insider information is always the best strategy to trade.

  Second, I need to start attending uni again. I miss Sarah. I should probably show my face at home too—for once. I live in the dorms, but I promised to catch up with my family a few days ago. I’m overdue for that meeting.

  Third, I need to celebrate.

  And lastly, I need to get stronger.

  It has been four days since all that madness. First things first—I need to leave the underground and make my way back to the city. I should still be in time for my morning lectures today.

  I wear baggy clothes to hide my fuller constitution, but I keep my blood-red eyes and hair. I reach the university in no time; there are several guerrilla routes connecting the underground to the main city.

  It’s time to get back to normal life once again.

  I’m greeted by the glorious rising sun as I walk through the campus. Short buildings with minimalistic architecture surround me, broken up by a sprinkle of green. I don’t see many students—most skip morning classes. The campus really comes alive in the afternoons.

  I’m a humanities student, majoring in history with minors in philosophy and psychology.

  As soon as I reach the classroom complex, I notice something weird.