Chapter 1144

“Fine! Then I’ll let you see The Dreamscape Initiative’s report with your own eyes p>

Determined to slap everyone in the face, she turned toward the control room. “Put The Dreamscape Initiative’s report on the main screen immediately p>

“I’ll show you all what real talent looks like p>

The Chairman’s face was as black as thunder.

He stepped forward, trying to grab the microphone back to end this farce. “Ms. Doyle, this is p>

Bianca dodged him. She was running on pure adrenaline, desperate to prove herself and soak in the glory. She completely ignored the Chairman.

“Hurry up! Are the tech guys back there brain-dead?! Pull up our report right now! Shut these people up p>

The Chairman’s expression turned arctic.

He had tried multiple times to stop this embarrassment.

But this contestant had been repeatedly insolent.

With a cold glare, he gave a sharp hand signal to the control booth.

“Fine. If she insists on seeing it, put it up p>

His tone was absolute ice. “Let her get a good look at the absolute garbage she submitted p>

Caught up in her own delusions of grandeur, Bianca didn’t catch the heavy sarcasm in his voice.

Her mind was entirely consumed with the thought of becoming Elyndor’s medical goddess.

She stood ready to receive the worship of the masses.

The next second.

The massive screen, broadcasting live across the globe, lit up.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Bianca held her head high, waiting for the explosive cheers.

She was convinced.

Once everyone saw that data, they would worship her as a god!

She was practically vibrating with excitement, eager to see the crushed expressions on the faces of The Hope Initiative.

However, what popped up on the screen wasn’t a complex, meticulously crafted data model.

It wasn’t a groundbreaking formula.

It was a massive Crimson Skull Insignia, taking up the entire display.

The skull had two pitch-black hollows for eyes, seeming to stare down at everyone

in the room.

It sent a chill down the audience’s spines.

“What the hell is that p>

“A virus p>

“The Dreamscape Initiative submitted a virus program as their report p>

The crowd pointed at the eerie skull, completely bewildered.

The reporters were stunned, frantically snapping photos of the bizarre display.

The corporate reps stared at each other in utter confusion.

The contestant section stayed quiet for exactly one second before erupting into roaring laughter.

“Hahaha, a skull? That’s your experiment p>

“I’m dying! Is this some kind of performance art p>

“Bianca, was your team researching the Grim Reaper p>

Bianca stood on the stage, her chin still held high.

But after waiting and waiting, no applause came. Only endless waves of mockery.

She finally realized something was horribly wrong.

Out of

nother of her eye, she a staring dead at thet

screen, her face as white as a cheet

trembling uncontrollably.

Bianca’s heart violently skipped a beat.

She snapped her head around to look at the massive display.

A red skull.

So huge, so blinding, so terrifyingly familiar.

Bianca’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, the blood draining from her face.

“Turn it off! Turn it off now p>

She waved her arms like a maniac, screaming at the control booth.

“That’s the wrong one. It’s net

Turn off the screen p>

How could this be happening?

That skull p>

That was the Void-Crawler Virus she had specifically planted on Serena’s flash drive

after stealing the data!

That

sedesigned to utterly

obliterate all the data, was supposed

to show up in The Hope initiatives

report.

Why the hell was it displaying as her own submission p>