Chapter 1303
Obsidian’s ambitions were far more terrifying than they had anticipated.
They didn’t just want to operate above the law; they wanted to rewrite the entire global order.
Selling miracle drugs for billions or quietly breeding an army of Augments wasn’t the endgame.
Obsidian wanted the world.
The Mutated Augments were prototypes for an unstoppable military force.
An army that felt no pain, feared no death, and existed only to execute orders.
They were flawless, unfeeling weapons of mass destruction. Once fully operational, this legion could shatter national borders in weeks, plunging the world into a state of absolute war and terror.
And the “miracle drug” they auctioned on their island-the one that supposedly reversed aging-was a Trojan horse.
The files laid it bare.
The serum did trigger rapid cellular regeneration, providing a brief illusion of renewed vitality.
But it was heavily laced with a targeted neural-conditioning agent.
If the world’s most powerful billionaires, politicians, and royals injected the serum p>
Obsidian would hold the backdoor to their minds, capable of subtly altering their decisions and manipulating their consciousness.
In short, whoever took the drug became a puppet on Obsidian’s string.
Obsidian wouldn’t need to fire a single bullet to conquer nations.
By controlling the minds of the men and women sitting in the highest seats of power, they controlled the world.
Nicholas read the manifesto, his expression darkening into something monstrous. “These people are absolute psychopaths p>
“They don’t want to burn the world down,” Serena said, her lips curving into a smile that promised absolute ruin. “They want to wear the crown p>
Her eyes shifted to the final
document a sprawling operational network detailing the Prescott family’s involvement.
It mapped out the Prescotts’ medical empire across Severia.
It explained exactly how deeply the Prescott family was embedded with Obsidian.
They were exactly like the Doyle family.
Hiding behind the pristine reputation of a medical dynasty, they functioned as the cartel’s primary body brokers.
The Prescott family owned the largest syndicate of private hospitals in Severia and its neighboring countries.
These facilities laundered Obsidian’s billions and served as a limitless pipeline for test subjects.
As long as a patient met the genetic requirements, the Prescotts delivered them.
Homeless people, orphans, terminal patients, and anyone deemed “high-value” enough to disappear p>
The Prescotts funneled them straight into the subterranean labs.
Then, with a few keystrokes in their hospital databases, they erased the patients from existence.
It was as if those people had never been born.
Serena and Nicholas exchanged a look. The killing intent radiating from them was suffocating.
Nicholas exhaled slowly, his voice
ret
rough with suppressed violence. thought the Doyles were the bottom, of the barrel
“The Prescotts are much worse p>
Serena looked at the blood-stained ledgers on the screen, her eyes a bottomless abyss. “They’re a cancer on humanity, Letting an organization like Obsidian draw breath for ong more second is an insult to the dead p>
She ripped the encrypted flash drive from the terminal.
“Let’s go p>
Her gaze was lethal. “It’s time to slaughter them all p>