Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.
Just a moment ago, he was criticizing this insane project, but now, he suddenly heard his own name within the story.
No way, it couldn't be such a coincidence, could it...
His heart sank; he didn't want to hear what came next, but the story continued to be told by Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
"Perhaps it was for a final gamble, or maybe to boost the experimenters' confidence, Father made a crazy move, going all in and bringing us two infants, fresh from our mother's arms, into the White Room."
"The experimental results completely exceeded the expectations of all researchers.
These two children were originally just meant to stabilize morale, but during the experiment, researchers were pleasantly surprised to find that both of them had extremely high plasticity.
They could absorb and master any knowledge faster and possessed comprehension abilities far exceeding their peers."
He was expressionless, as if he wasn't talking about himself, his tone still very flat.
"Most children's spirits are easily broken, and they often don't cooperate during experiments.
However, the spirits of these two children were very stable and active, able to complete their tasks quickly and correctly.
From the two children, they obtained extremely excellent experimental data and applied the experience gained from them to other subjects.
Although the success rate of the experiment improved significantly, it was a pity that the success of individual cases could not represent the correctness of the experiment; most subjects still could not meet their requirements.
Therefore, their greatest hope was still placed on these two children, hoping to cultivate an 'artificial genius' they needed."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was completely stunned.
So, his amnesiac self was an artificial genius? This was even harder for him to accept than almost becoming the son of a Prime Minister.
He still had many questions in his heart: "Brother, do you mean that I grew up in that research institute after I was born?
Then how did I lose my memory?"
But to his surprise, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, who had revealed so many secrets to him, actually shook his head, a hint of pain flashing across his face: "...I don't know."
"You don't know, Brother? Were we forbidden from seeing each other even in the research institute?" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka frowned.
"No, the children in the research institute all lived together.
Although we were separated during study as different subjects, we were always together during meals and breaks... However, this situation only continued until we were six years old."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka didn't really want to talk about what happened next, but seeing Kiyotaka's determined expression, he continued.
"The White Room we were in was a secret research institute.
The cost of the venue, the salaries of the researchers, the purchase of experimental tools, daily necessities and wear and tear, and the money that needed to be given to the infants' parents..."
"Maintaining this research institute was extremely expensive.
After ten years, some people in the faction standing behind Father began to waver, no longer wanting to continue this seemingly bleak project.
So, Father went to look for other supporters, hoping that other factions could help him continue to fund it."
"Many factions refused, but one faction became interested in his project.
After researching it, they decided to invest and help Father continue the project, but they had two conditions.
One was that they needed to see results, and the other was that Father needed to provide some researchers to help them complete another project."
"Father agreed to their conditions, sending out a third of the researchers in the institute, and then... Father valued you, and made you that 'result.'"
"...Me?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka nodded: "Kiyotaka, when you were little, although you were smart, you were very playful and often did things that exceeded their expectations.
From the researchers' perspective, you were simply too uncontrollable, and even Father felt that the investment in you was very likely to go to waste.
Coincidentally, at this time, they made a request, hoping to see the experimental results.
So, after weighing his options, Father sent you out of the research institute."
After waiting for a long time, he didn't continue speaking, and Ayanokoji Kiyotaka urged him impatiently: "What happened next? What happened in the following years?"
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka shook his head with great guilt: "...After that, I never saw you again.
The next time I saw you was when Father took me out of the research institute to see you at the hospital.
At that time, you had already lost your memory."
A father who might become the Prime Minister, and two brothers who grew up in a research lab from a young age... This was everything Ayanokoji Kiyotaka had concealed.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka was silent for a while.
These things weren't hard to understand, but they were very hard to accept.
He felt as if he was listening to a story, rich and colorful, yet bizarre and absurd.
"...Brother, you're not telling me a story, are you?" Ayanokoji Kiyotaka laughed.
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka knew that there might be many hidden things about his past, but suddenly hearing his brother say that he was an artificial genius, he couldn't grasp the reality of it.
It's like you've always been an ordinary person, living an ordinary life, but suddenly one day, people tell you that you have a distant uncle who was a millionaire, and he suddenly passed away, leaving a will stating that you should return to inherit the family fortune...
Although this is something everyone dreams of, most people would be ecstatic at this moment, wishing they could rush to the funeral now.
However, reason would doubt the truthfulness of this matter—is this really not a scam, is someone deliberately playing a trick on you?
Just like now, although he felt that what Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said was true, without any evidence, he couldn't just blindly believe Ayanokoji Kiyotaka's one-sided story.
Even if he could accept it emotionally, he was still very skeptical about the truthfulness of the matter rationally.
"I feel like you're telling a story, I don't believe it." Ayanokoji Kiyotaka shook his head.
"...Kiyotaka, though I'd like to say that everyone is equal, the word 'equality' is filled with lies, and inequality is also an unacceptable reality.
During my time in the [White Room], I learned more than a person could ever hope to learn in a lifetime. Whether it was pure academics or skills like martial arts, swimming, and archery, I mastered them all."
Ayanokoji Kiyotaka said this not with arrogance, but with a calm tone.
"If you don't believe me, let's go outside and try it. I'll make you believe."
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