Human Genius? Sorry, I’m a Deviant-Chapter 1: The Worst Possible Start

Pain!
Excruciating pain!
It felt like someone was stabbing between his skull bones with a knife.
The intensity made it impossible to even scream.
Su Zhan clenched his eyes shut, feeling like his head was about to explode.
It took him a long while...
Before he could shakily open his eyes.
His vision gradually cleared.
He found himself in a dim, cramped room without even a window.
The space could barely fit a single bed and a small desk.
Where was this?
Su Zhan only remembered being hit by that veteran actor called Great Fortune.
Given the unfamiliar surroundings...
He must have transmigrated.
Su Zhan felt something sticky on his forehead and instinctively reached to touch it.
Looking down...
His palm was covered in bright red blood.
Su Zhan's heart raced as his body stiffened, not daring to make a sound.
After scanning the room, he picked up a palm-sized mirror from the desk.
The reflection showed a delicate face, seemingly about 18 years old.
There was a horrifying bloody hole in the forehead.
Right now, the wound was visibly healing at an unnatural pace.
A chill ran down Su Zhan's spine, nearly making him drop the mirror.
He touched his forehead again.
The pain confirmed this wasn't a dream - he had truly transmigrated.
"The original owner was killed by something piercing his forehead. My transmigration might have granted temporary regenerative abilities."
Su Zhan waited, but nothing happened in his mind.
Only the gradually healing wound proved time was passing.
The worst possible start. No idea when memory integration would come - if ever.
The original owner was murdered.
The killer's whereabouts unknown.
His current situation was extremely dangerous.
After searching every corner, he found no weapons or communication devices.
No clock, no window - impossible to tell the time.
Finally, he discovered a photo album in a drawer.
It seemed to document the original owner's life from childhood to present.
Of course, the album contained more than just the original owner.
A man and woman appearing frequently were likely his parents.
No one else appeared in the photos.
A family of three...
Su Zhan slowly moved toward the door - the only exit.
This door was different from normal bedroom doors.
It had a peephole.
In his experience, these only existed on main entrance doors.
But at least it allowed him to observe outside.
Holding his breath, Su Zhan carefully aligned his eye with the peephole.
The view was limited.
But he could see the main door.
Outside was dark and silent.
No one... or at least, no one in sight.
"Click..."
A crisp sound echoed.
The main door's lock turned slowly.
The door was opening.
They're here!
Su Zhan unconsciously held his breath, watching intently through the peephole.
A middle-aged woman in high heels entered the foyer.
Black stockings, white blouse and pencil skirt - typical office attire.
As she bent to change shoes...
Su Zhan saw her face clearly.
The woman from the photos - likely the original owner's mother.
"I'm home."
Her voice sounded exhausted as she tossed her briefcase onto the foyer table.
A middle-aged man emerged from Su Zhan's blind spot.
Presumably the father.
His shirt back was soaked with sweat, barefoot, leaving wet footprints with each step.
His walk was strange - like a toddler learning to move.
The woman froze, then rushed to support him: "Old Su? What's wrong? Xiao Zhan! Xiao Zhan!"
Su Zhan narrowed his eyes.
Were they calling him?
Same name as the original owner?
He remained silent, observing closely.
The father looked extremely abnormal.
"Where's Xiao Zhan? Not home?"
Without waiting for answers, the woman grabbed her phone to call.
Her gaze locked onto Su Zhan's room.
Su Zhan's heart pounded as he stayed perfectly still.
"A doctor! Yes, a doctor! Old Su, hold on, I'll call a doctor!"
"Wife, don't worry. You'll see Xiao Zhan soon."
The man's voice was hoarse, like he hadn't drunk water for days.
"Old Su? You..."
Before she could finish...
The man suddenly lunged forward, nostrils flaring violently.
He sniffed her neck like a dog, drool dripping onto her collarbone in long silver strands.
"So fragrant..."
The man's voice turned guttural.
To Su Zhan's horror...
His teeth began elongating, sharpening into points.
What kind of messed-up world was this?!
Su Zhan felt half-dead with fear, pupils contracting.
The woman couldn't see this from her angle.
She relaxed slightly, putting her phone away while gently pushing him: "Old Su, stop fooling around. Our son's home. Wait until he's at school tomorrow."
She thought he was just horny.
Quite impressive for their age.
Usually so timid, suddenly interested tonight.
Inside the room...
Fuck!
Su Zhan swore this was his most profanity-filled day ever.
Can't she see how wrong this is?
With her mind full of dirty thoughts, she'll die because of it!
The man's jaw cracked as his mouth split open to his ears, revealing three rows of shark-like teeth.
Drool mixed with blood dripped onto the floor, forming a puddle.
Su Zhan saw his fingers elongating.
Fingernails peeled back to reveal squirming red tendrils.
As the woman tried to speak...
Five bone spikes shot from the man's fingertips, piercing her chest.
Blood sprayed across the door.
"Wife, I've found a way for us to be together forever. Soon, Xiao Zhan will join you. Then our family will never separate."
The man giggled insanely, crimson eyes full of madness.
Most disturbing was his bulging abdomen, writhing unnaturally.
...
The scene was too graphic even for censorship.
A cold sweat dripped down Su Zhan's nose.
He clamped a hand over his mouth to stay silent.
Then...
...
In the silent room, what followed made Su Zhan's hair stand on end.
He shut his eyes tight, unable to watch the hellish scene outside anymore.
A monster - the man was a monster!
And from his words, he'd killed the original owner!
Su Zhan struggled to control his emotions, but his body kept trembling.
He desperately analyzed the situation.
The original body remained here probably because the woman was due home, delaying his plans.
Now the man had blocked the main exit.
A wave of hopeless despair washed over him.
Trembling, Su Zhan peeked through the peephole again, barely breathing.
Then suddenly...
A bloodshot eyeball suddenly pressed against the other side!
The eye filled the entire peephole view, pupil dilated to extremes.
It rotated slowly, eerily scanning left and right.
As if it could see through the door, pinpointing Su Zhan's location.
JUMP SCARE!
Su Zhan's heart nearly burst from fright.
He frantically locked the bedroom door.
Even knowing it wouldn't stop the man.
But... it was all he could do.
Wet, sticky breathing sounds came from outside.
Accompanied by a hoarse, inhuman chuckle.
"Found... you..."