At Alca Hospital, when Barry was admitted after being struck by lightning, something unusual happened.
When Barry woke up and realized he had gained superpowers, someone else witnessed it. Outside his room, a doctor from the hospital had been checking on him and saw what Barry was doing. He was the middle person in the three images the hacker had shown to Vincent. His name was Vivek.
At that time, Barry was unable to sense him because his powers were still unstable. By the time his senses became sharper, the doctor had already left the area.
Vivek stood frozen in the hallway.
"What did I just see? How does he have electric power when he was almost going to die because of it? And he looked surprised himself… as if he didn't know he had powers. How is this possible? A boy getting powers by lightning. It doesn't feel real."
Then he remembered something.
"Wait… this could actually be good for me."
A slow realization formed in his mind.
"I can make money from this. I can sell his blood to that website I saw online. They want mutant blood with strong powers. And his power seems impressive."
His expression hardened.
"People with powers are the reason normal doctors like us struggle. They use their abilities to heal faster and treat more patients. Competing with them is difficult. So why shouldn't I use one of them to make money for myself?"
That night, he took some equipment and went to Barry's room.
Barry was asleep.
Carefully, Vivek drew blood from Barry's hand, filling a small plastic pouch. After removing the syringe, he noticed something strange. The injection site showed only a tiny dot of blood. No additional blood flowed out.
He frowned.
"Why isn't more blood coming? Did I take too much?"
He wiped the small dot away—and froze.
The skin had already returned to normal.
He stared at it in confusion.
"Does he have self-healing too?"
To confirm his suspicion, he picked up a small blade from the table and made a shallow cut on Barry's hand.
The wound began healing immediately.
Vivek's eyes widened.
"How is this possible? Not only can he control electricity, but he also has self-healing."
Barry suddenly shifted in his sleep, changing his posture.
Vivek stepped back quickly.
"Phew! I thought he was waking up. I should leave before he actually does."
He quietly left the room.
He was pleased. Mutant blood was expensive. And this was the blood of someone with two different powers.
Soon after, he sold the blood. It passed to the hacker, then to the scientist, and eventually into Null's hands.
In the present—
Vincent arrived at Alca Hospital and looked up at the building.
"So this is Alca Hospital."
He entered calmly and walked straight to the reception desk. Placing the images of the three doctors on the counter, he asked, "Where are these doctors right now?"
The receptionist looked confused. "Sir… why are you asking this?"
Before she could finish, faint red glowing particles flickered around Vincent's eyes.
"Tell me where they are," he repeated.
Her expression became blank, as if her mind were no longer fully her own.
"Doctor Vivek has taken leave today. The other two are on the second and third floors right now."
"Good," Vincent said. "Now forget whatever I asked you and continue your work."
She immediately returned to normal, resuming her tasks.
Vincent went to the second floor and questioned the doctor there using the same method. That doctor was not the one who sold the blood. He then went to the third floor and did the same. The result was the same.
"So," Vincent muttered, "he took leave after getting the money."
He returned to the reception and obtained Vivek's address.
"Now I'm coming to your house doctor."
At Vivek's house
He was sitting comfortably on his sofa, thinking about how to spend his money.
Where should I go for vacation? What should I buy?
He smiled to himself.
"I'm so lucky that I saw that boy using his powers. And at that exact time, someone needed mutant blood with strong abilities. I hit the jackpot—fifty lakhs in one day."
Though it hadn't been easy to convince the buyer that the blood contained two powers.
He remembered how he had convinced the man who came to verify the sample.
On the hospital rooftop, Vivek had met the checker.
That man had the ability to determine someone's powers by drinking their blood.
"So, where is the money you promised me?" Vivek had asked.
"I'm here to check the blood first," the man replied. "Then we'll decide whether you're telling the truth or just lying."
"Don't worry, I'm telling the truth. This blood belongs to someone with electricity control and self-healing."
"Give me a drop."
"But why?"
"To confirm whether you're telling the truth."
Vivek reluctantly placed a drop of blood onto the man's hand.
The man licked it.
"What! You licked it?" Vivek reacted in disgust.
The checker ignored him and focused.
"Hmm…"
"What happened? Is what I said true or not?"
The man frowned. "The blood does contain self-healing. But not electricity control. It has super-speed. It seems you misunderstood his ability. Perhaps he was using static electricity."
"No," Vivek argued. "He was properly using electricity. He was lying in bed. He didn't use super-speed."
"So you're saying my power is wrong?" the man asked coldly.
"No, not that. Let me prove it."
Vivek took out his phone, turned it on, and brought it close to the blood sample.
"Look at the battery."
Every two seconds, the battery percentage dropped.
The checker stared.
"I don't believe it. If he truly had that power, I would have sensed it. Maybe your phone is faulty."
"Then use your phone."
The checker handed it over, still confused why his power had not detected electricity.
The same thing happened—the battery drained rapidly.
After that, the checker left and reported his findings.
Back in the present, Vivek sat on his sofa, thinking about his next steps.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
He stood up and went to open the door.
When he did, Vincent was standing there.
"Who are you? Do you need something?" Vivek asked. "Finally," Vincent said calmly, stepping forward. "I found you, Doctor."
He pushed Vivek aside and entered the house.
"Hey! You can't just enter someone's house without permission!"
The door behind them suddenly shut on its own.
Vivek turned, startled.
"How did the door close on its own?"
He walked toward Vincent, who was now sitting on the sofa.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"Sit down, Doctor. Relax. I'm here to talk about the blood you sold to my website."
Vivek slowly sat on the sofa.
"Are you the one who buys all that blood? What do you even do with the blood of different mutants?"
"You will remain quiet until I ask you something," Vincent replied coldly.
"Why? You came into my house—"
Vincent's expression darkened.
"I am tired of people like you who try to assert their position in situations they don't control."
The table between them suddenly broke apart into cubes and wrapped around Vivek's arms and legs like restraints.
"What are you doing? Remove these things! And what did you do to my table?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Vincent asked calmly. "If you speak again without permission, I will break one bone for every word."
Vivek fell silent. Sweat began forming on his forehead, and fear was clearly visible on his face.
Vincent leaned forward slightly.
"Now, you will tell me whose blood you sold to us. Tell me his name, where he lives, and how old he is. So, speak."
Vivek swallowed nervously. "I don't know who he is. I only saw him using his powers. I didn't investigate his identity."
Vincent's eyes narrowed.
"So that means you are useless to me. Then I should just get rid of you."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Vivek said quickly. "I can give you one useful piece of information."
Vincent paused. "What?"
"He came to our hospital because he was struck by lightning. You can find his name and details in the records at Alca Hospital."
Vincent considered this.
"So, you were useful for something."
Relief flashed across Vivek's face. "Now… can you please let me go?"
"Oh, yes. Of course."
The cubes detached from Vivek's limbs and reassembled into the normal table.
Vivek exhaled heavily.
Vincent stood up.
"Now, you will receive your punishment."
"What? But I only spoke when you asked me!"
"Oh, you did," Vincent replied calmly. "But then you spoke again when I did not ask you anything. And you are still speaking."
Suddenly, Vincent grabbed Vivek's arms and twisted them violently in the opposite direction.
A sickening crack echoed through the room.
Vivek screamed in agony.
He cried and writhed in pain. "Why… aaah… why is no one coming?"
"Don't worry," Vincent said coldly. "No one will come."
He then twisted Vivek's legs in the opposite direction as well.
Vivek screamed even louder, but his cries did not leave the house.
"You're in too much pain," Vincent said. "I should free you from it."
He grabbed Vivek's head with both hands—one above, one below—and snapped it backward.
Silence filled the room.
"I think this is enough strength to use against normal people who can't do anything to stop me," Vincent muttered.
As before, he cleaned the blood. Vivek's body disappeared, leaving no trace behind.
Vincent returned to Alca Hospital.
"Sir, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked.
The faint red glow appeared again.
"Give me the records of anyone admitted this week after being struck by lightning."
"Okay, sir. Please wait a moment."
She searched the database, printed the records, and handed them to him.
"Here are the records, sir."
Vincent scanned the document.
He finally found the identity of the Lightning Weaver.
Barry Hayes.
Father: Daniel Hayes.
The address was listed below.
"So, your name is Barry," Vincent said quietly. "Now I know your identity. We can find you whenever we want."
He left the hospital and went back into the city.
Through mental communication, he contacted Null.
"I have found the name and address of the Lightning Weaver. I will send these records to you tomorrow."
After that, he returned to the lab to check on the relocation process.
"Most of the important equipment has been shifted to the new location," the head scientist reported as he approached.
"Good. Hurry," Vincent replied. "I have completed my mission."
"Sir, you found the identity of the Lightning Weaver?"
"Yes. Take this record and send it to the Master."
"Yes, sir. It shall be done."
The head scientist left to carry out the order, and Vincent walked away.
As he moved through, a thought crossed his mind.
"I wonder… what kind of person the Lightning Weaver, Barry, will be like."