"For how long?"

"The implant will dissolve after 20 minutes. ”

"Are you sure the effect isn't permanent?"

"It could be permanent, but not this time. You will find that without fear, your friends will not be able to control you. Bullies need to feed on fear, you know. Without fear, they would starve to death. ”

The boy took another sip of sweet milk and considered the offer. After thinking for a moment, he nodded to Victor. Victor threaded a thin needle into the test tube and injected a silver bead under the skin behind the boy's ear.

The boy shuddered for a moment, then he laughed.

"Do you feel your weaknesses disappear?" asked Victor.

"Oh yes. The boy said.

Victor accompanied him to the door, twisted a disc to unlock it, and waved goodbye to the boy.

"Remember, if you want more long-lasting results, you can always come back to me. ”

A puff of smoke framed a ghostly silhouette around the boy as he walked out of the laboratory. Victor returned to his workbench and observed the experiment through an iris lens.

Starfire Alley was empty, but as soon as the boy walked out, his companions appeared.

"Where's our souvenir?" asked the red-haired boy.

"It seems that little Naif has not fulfilled his promise," the girl said.

"Looks like we're going to have to punish him," said the tallest boy. "After all, we promised him a new head. ”

"Don't touch me. Naif said. He puffed out his chest and made himself appear as tall as he could.

The little bully reached out and grabbed Neff's neck, but Neff turned around and punched him in the face.

The little bully's nose was bleeding.

"Catch him!" shouted the little bully.

But his companions lost interest in arresting him.

Naif steps towards the little bullies. They cowered backwards.

"Stay away from me. He said.

A few of the little bullies looked at each other, turned around and ran.

Victor closed the iris lens and continued to get back to work. He stretched his fingers, tested his freshly repaired arm, and tapped to a satisfying rhythm on the table.

Warwick is a monster that hunts the grey alleys of Zaun. His body was subjected to painful experiments and mutated, fusing intricate reservoirs and medicine pumps to inject alchemy-synthesized anger hormones into his veins. He emerges from the shadows to hunt down the criminals who ravage the deepest parts of the city. Warwick is attracted to blood, and the smell of blood makes him lose his mind. No bloodstained man escapes his prey.

One might think that Warwick is nothing more than a beast, but buried beneath his furious exterior lies a human mind – a gangmate who wants to change his mind and become a new man. But no matter where he fled, he could never escape the sins he had committed in the past.

Memories of those days would occasionally flash through Warwick's mind, but eventually they were inevitably forgotten entirely, replaced by burning memories of him on Sinjid's bench. The face of the mad alchemist appeared in front of his eyes, lingering.

Warwick's world was a cloud of pain, he couldn't remember how he had fallen into Sinjid's hands, and all memories of it were blurry before it began. The scientist patiently transformed him, implanting a pump and catheter, and injecting alchemical substances into his veins, seeking the eternal quest of every alchemist: the transformation of essence.

Sinjid wanted to reveal the true nature of his subject, a deadly beast hidden beneath the surface of a "good guy".

The alchemical substance injected into Warwick's veins by the pump strengthened his ability to heal himself, so that Sinjid could gradually and painfully reshape the man. During the experiment, Warwick's hand was severed, but Sinjid not only took his hand back, but also installed him with a more powerful pneumatic steel claw reinforcement, allowing Warwick to unleash his true potential step by step.

Warwick has an alchemical reservoir installed on his back, which is integrated into his nervous system. Whenever he felt anger, hatred, or fear, the reservoir would push the liquid rage into his veins through the medicine pump, completely awakening the beast in his subconscious.

He was forced to endure everything, to endure every cut of the alchemist's scalpel. Sinjid had already informed his subjects that pain was essential and that it would be a "powerful catalyst" for his eventual metamorphosis. Although the alchemical substance strengthened Warwick's physical healing ability, allowing him to withstand most physical trauma, his spirit collapsed under the untold pain.

Warwick had a hard time remembering memories of the past. All he could see was blood. But he could remember a little girl's scream. He couldn't understand what the screams were about. Sounds like a name.

He had forgotten his name. He thought it would be fine.

Pain soon swallowed up all other thoughts. All that remains is blood.

Although the operation on the stone platform left him physically and mentally devastated, Warwick's body suffered a severe rejection reaction with the alchemical substance that caused the mutation. The tears that flowed from his eyes were no longer tears, but venom. All he choked out was a burning mass of corrosive mucus in his chest, which immediately burned mottled holes when he landed on the lab floor. The cold steel bound him to the bench, and he endured hours of intense pain, struggling, twisting, and finally collapsing completely.

Subject eventually died. Sinjid dumped the body in a mass grave deep in the Zaun ditch and began to design and conceive of his next experiment.

But death proved to be the real catalyst for Warwick's transformation. He lay on the top of the pile of corpses, his body gradually cooled, the alchemical substance began the final process, and the reservoir on his back began to pump medicine.

His body twisted unnaturally, his bones snapped and reconstructed, his teeth grew wildly, his Achilles tendon was torn and then healed with an alchemical glimmer, and his necrotic flesh was replaced by a new force. Eventually, his heart began to beat again, but the Warwick and the life he had lived through were completely gone.

He was awakened by hunger. All sensations bring pain. There is only one thing that makes sense.

He needs blood.

The first is the blood of a ditch scavenger, who is picking through the pile of corpses. Then a priestess of the Glorious Evolution Order came down to find one of her congregation. Then there is a Piltover student, who takes a shortcut on the trail. There's also a stiff-faced merchant who hides from the gang, a shimmering liquor seller, a salesman, and a secret of an alchemist gangster......