The boy's father was Rasul Duisenuly. A tall man, standing at 187 cm, with black hair and brown eyes that seemed to pierce through everything.
Even his presence alone commanded attention and fear. Every movement, every glance of his felt deliberate, cold… as if he could read your thoughts before you even had them.
For the weak boy, this was the man who had shaped his world — a father both awe-inspiring and terrifying, whose shadow would forever linger in the corners of his life. The room was silent, but the tension was suffocating.
His father's gaze burned into him, cold and unyielding. With a voice as sharp as steel, he said:
"Come on!" "You are my experiment. I raised you only for this." "I will pour my new creation into you, and through it, I will gain immense power." "I am testing you now. If it works… then it will be mine!"
The boy shook, his voice trembling:
"No… Father… you loved Mother… we were a good family…"
Rasul Duisenuly's face hardened, his eyes like dark coals burning with icy fire.
"Family… that concept is completely dead for me. You are nothing but my laboratory experiment. And if you refuse… you are worthless to me. Go. Disappear!"
With that, he waved his hand sharply, sending the weak boy staggering back, his heart pounding, his world collapsing piece by piece.
The boy fell silent, speechless, his mind spinning with shock, disbelief, and fear.
The cold wind cut through the empty streets as the weak boy wandered alone, his stomach gnawing painfully. He bore a strange curse — he could not eat soda, sugar, flour, fat, or salty foods. Only clean, healthy, athletic meals could sustain him.
Hunger drove him to scavenge through the trash bins, desperate for anything edible. Finally, he found a small piece of bread.
He bit into it… and immediately, his body rejected it, forcing him to spit it out. Even as hunger clawed at him, his sickness would not let him keep it down.
Weak, trembling, and near collapse, he sank to the ground. His mind narrowed to pain, hunger, and despair.
Then, from the shadows, the local kids appeared again. They laughed cruelly, throwing stones at him. "Monster! Monster!" they jeered.
The weak boy, almost dying from hunger and illness, could only curl up and protect himself. The stones rained down, and the streets felt colder, crueler than ever. The weak boy trudged through the streets, exhausted and starving. Just as the troublesome kids were about to throw stones at him again, a sharp voice rang out:
"Stop it!!!"
He looked up and saw a familiar girl stepping forward, fearless, coming to protect him.
When the bullies tried to touch her, her friends appeared from the shadows — three boys: "If you don't leave right now, we'll deal with you…!" Seeing them, only two of the bullies muttered: "Pff… let's go!" — and fled.
The familiar girl, catching her breath, approached the weak boy. She introduced herself and her friends:
The familiar girl — Ayazhan
Eldos — friend
Erzhan — friend
Kaysar — friend
Then she asked about the boy's condition and offered him an apple. Driven by hunger, the weak boy couldn't resist and immediately took a bite.
The girl smiled warmly: "Will you be friends with us? Come on, let's play together!"
So she took his hand and led him to play.
But Kaysar's gaze revealed jealousy — he liked Ayazhan and could not stand the boy getting close to her.
For a moment, the weak boy's life felt lighter, hunger and fear forgotten as he spent time with his new friends.
As the weak boy and his new friends were playing, suddenly a group of men appeared — hired by Rasul. They grabbed the boy and began to take him away.
Seeing this, the boy's friends didn't hesitate. They immediately followed, eventually reaching a massive laboratory.
When they entered, the place was eerily empty — only a single robot stood. The robot had administered an injection to the boy, but it had no effect. Rasul had still failed to achieve superhuman power.
Ayazhan, Erzhan, and Eldos quickly moved to rescue him. They tricked the robot and freed the boy, and as they were running away…