Chapter 1302
As Serena mercilessly tore through the inner encryptions, Nicholas stood guard, neutralizing the perimeter alarms and seamlessly looping the security footage to blind the entire sub-level.
They moved with terrifying synergy.
Within minutes, the facility’s deepest secrets were laid bare.
The Doyle family had merely been a disposable asset. This was Obsidian’s true beating heart.
The screen filled with horrifying project manifests.
Obsidian wasn’t just working on cellular regeneration.
They were running barbaric live organ harvesting operations and cellular replacement trials.
Neural purification, cerebrospinal extraction, forced organ grafting, compatibility testing on live donors p>
And a chilling feasibility study on intellectual transference.
Each project was backed by mountains of blood-soaked data and casualty reports.
Nicholas stared at a specific file, his eyes frozen over. “They aren’t just synthesizing drugs p>
“No,” Serena said coldly. “They want to play God p>
“If an organ fails, they replace it. If cells age, they rewrite them p>
“They are building a custom chop-shop for the global elite to buy new ‘parts’ whenever their own bodies start failing p>
*Click p>
Serena decrypted a highly classified folder.
The title read: *Project Cognitus p>
The file logged the neural activity of high-IQ specimens and contained several conclusions stamped in bright red.
Nicholas frowned. “Are they trying to transfer genius intellect into different hosts p>
“More specifically, they are trying to clone, transfer, and graft neural activity and cognitive processing power,” Serena said, her voice dripping with venom. “It’s still unstable, but they are actively testing it on humans p>
She let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “They really just see us as spare parts p>
She scrolled further down.
Suddenly, her finger stopped.
The file name was simple: *The Gauntlet Harvest Protocol p>
Nicholas’s gaze sharpened. “The tournament p>
Serena ripped the file open.
Seconds later, the temperature around them plummeted.
It was a comprehensive operational blueprint for the international competition.
From the bracket structures to the
selection criteria, right down to the
specific bioeth
metrics,
monitored during every trial at was
all documented.
This wasn’t a tournament. It was a massive filtration system.
Obsidian orchestrated the global event to lure the brightest minds on the planet to Severia.
Through every brutal round, they mapped the brain activity of the participants, selecting the absolute best candidates to serve as their next batch of lab rats.
Attached at the bottom was a meticulously compiled target list.
These were the finalists Obsidian had slated for capture.
Serena’s eyes tracked down the screen, stopping at the Elyndor roster.
Several of her teammates were marked for harvest.
Lydia Brooks. Caleb Sommers. Vanessa Vance.
And right at the top was her own name.
Nicholas stared at the list, his jaw
locked tight. “They planned to takeet
every single finalist and throw them in those tanks
“Yeah,” Serena whispered, her voice sharper than a blade. “This whole event was a hunting ground p>
“They aren’t looking for champions. They’re picking out their next specimens p>
They kept digging.
Bypassing a final biometric lock, they accessed the most restricted file in the database.
When Serena read it, genuine horror flickered in her eyes.