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It was perhaps the anxiety before success that made Human Ancestor reminisce about his past for some reason.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person who loved reading novels. He had just graduated and started working as a security guard at a private laboratory. With social security and housing fund, and a thirteenth-month salary, plus a year-end bonus, he had bypassed twenty years of detours that most ordinary people would take.
One night, while on the night shift, he heard a commotion outside.
Looking out the window, he saw that a dump truck had hit someone, causing quite a crowd to gather. The traffic police had even cordoned off the area with caution tape, and the ground was a mess of red and white, barely recognizable as a human form; it looked utterly tragic.
He held a few seconds of silence for the unfortunate soul, and then heard a summons from the boss saying there was some noise in the basement and asking him to go check it out.
