เข้าสู่ระบบ"Hungry..." the old creature hissed. He moved with unnatural speed. One second he was by the tank, the next he was on top of Louis.
"Merde!" Louis shouted, firing his Glock.Bang! Bang! The bullets hit the creature’s chest, but he didn't even flinch. The wounds closed up in seconds, knitting together with a sickening squelch. The creature backhanded Louis. The Frenchman flew across the room and smashed into a metal cabinet, crumpling to the floor.
"Louis!" Harper screamed.
The creature turned his glowing eyes to Harper. "Key..." he growled, seeing the rolling pin in her hand. "Give... Key..."
"Sebastian!" Harper scrambled back toward the main console.
Sebastian didn't run. He couldn't. He stood his ground, leaning on his cane, leveling his gun. "Hey!" he shouted to distract the monster. "Look at me!"
The creature stopped. He tilted his head, studying Sebastian’s face. "Arthur?" the creature whimpered. "Why... why did you leave me in the dark?"
"I'm not Arthur," Sebastian said, his voice steady but his heart pounding. "Arthur is dead."
"Liar!" The creature roared. He lunged at Sebastian.
Sebastian fired three shots. Head. Chest. Knee. The creature stumbled but didn't stop. He grabbed Sebastian by the throat and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. Sebastian’s cane clattered to the floor. He clawed at the creature’s hand, his legs dangling uselessly.
"Harper!" Sebastian choked out. "The... computer!"
[The Gemini File]
Harper didn't freeze. She ran to the massive mainframe computer in the center of the room. There was a circular port on the console. She jammed the Rolling Pin into it.
Whirrrrr. The ancient machine roared to life. Lights flickered on.[ ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME, DR. ROUSSEAU. ]
"Stop him!" Harper typed frantically. "System override! Security protocol!" But the automated defenses were offline.
She saw a file flashing red on the screen: [ PROJECT GEMINI ] She clicked it. A video log opened. Dated 1993.
On the screen, a younger Arthur Sterling was holding two babies. Identical twin boys."Subject A and Subject B," Arthur’s voice narrated coldly."Subject A (Sebastian) will remain in the control environment. Normal upbringing.""Subject B (Julian) will be moved to the Helios facility for genetic enhancement. We will see which strain survives."
Harper gasped, covering her mouth. Sebastian wasn't an only child. He had a twin brother. And his father had used one son as the heir... and the other as a lab rat.
She looked at the monster strangling Sebastian. The monster had the same jawline. The same brow. If you stripped away the scars and the madness... he looked exactly like Sebastian.
"Stop!" Harper screamed, her voice echoing through the lab. "Don't kill him! He is your brother!"
[The Recognition]
The creature froze. His grip on Sebastian’s throat loosened slightly. "B-brother?"
"Look at him!" Harper pointed at the screen, where the video of the twin babies was playing. "Look at the screen, Julian!"
The creature turned. He saw the video. He saw Arthur holding the two babies. He looked at Sebastian’s face—turning purple from lack of oxygen. Then he looked at his own reflection in the shattered glass tank.
"Sebastian..." the creature whispered. The name sounded foreign, like a forgotten language. "The... Lucky One."
He dropped Sebastian. Sebastian fell to the floor, gasping for air, clutching his throat. He looked up at the monster. He had heard Harper. He saw the video. Terror and grief washed over him.
"You..." Sebastian coughed. "You are my..."
"I am the mistake," the creature (Julian) stepped back, covering his face. "Father said... I was the future. But I am just... hungry."
He looked at his hands. They were clawed, mutated. "He locked me here. For thirty years. He fed me... scraps." "Then I got hungry. I broke the glass." He pointed to the skeleton on the floor. "I ate him."
Sebastian felt sick. His father didn't die of a heart attack. His father was eaten by the son he tortured.
"Julian," Sebastian whispered, reaching out a hand. "I didn't know. I swear to God, I didn't know you existed."
Julian looked at Sebastian’s hand. For a second, the madness in his eyes faded. He looked like a scared, lost child. He reached out to touch Sebastian.
CLICK. The sound of a safety being disengaged.
"Step away from the monster, Sebastian."
They all turned. Standing at the airlock door was Victoria Vance. Behind her were ten heavily armed mercenaries. And beside her... was Dr. Ryan (Sebastian's doctor).
"Ryan?" Sebastian stared at him in betrayal.
"Sorry, boss," Ryan shrugged, holding a syringe gun. "The Syndicate pays better. And they promised me a Nobel Prize for analyzing him." He pointed at Julian.
Victoria smiled, stepping into the lab in her pristine white coat. "Bravo, Harper. You found the Key. You saved us so much digging."
She looked at Julian with greedy, cold eyes. "Hello, Subject 001. Daddy is gone. But don't worry." "Mommy is here to take care of you now."
(End of Chapter 58)
Tokyo. Akihabara District (Electric Town).Sunday. 2:00 PM.The streets were packed. Giant screens blared J-Pop. Maids handed out flyers. Tourists took photos of cosplayers. It was the loudest, brightest place on Earth. And the perfect place to hide."I feel ridiculous," Sebastian muttered. He was standing in the middle of the street. He wasn't wearing his tactical gear. He was wearing a long, black trench coat with a high collar, silver wig, and holding a prop sword.Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman."You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'."Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack
Tokyo. Fuchu Prison. Sector Z (Underground). Incinerator Room. 3:05 AM.CLANG. The bottom of the sanitation truck opened. Sebastian, Harper, Jack, and Braun tumbled out onto a conveyor belt, surrounded by "biological waste"—failed cyborg parts and twisted metal. Ahead, the orange glow of the Plasma Incinerator roared, ready to melt everything into slag."Move!" Sebastian shouted. He sliced open the body bags. They scrambled off the belt just seconds before the waste was consumed by the fire.They were in. The air smelled of burnt ozone and antiseptic. "Sector Z is two levels down," Harper checked her wrist comp. "Zero's cell is at the end of the hall. Cell 001.""Let's go say hello," Jack racked his shotgun.[The Prisoner]Cell 001.The cell had no bars. Just a wall of laser grids. Inside sat a young man. Thin, pale, with messy hair dyed electric blue. He was sitting on the floor, staring at a blank wall. He was mumbling code. "01001... Loop... Override... Sector 4..."Sebastian walke
Tokyo, Japan. The Port of Yokohama. 11:00 PM. Heavy Rain.A rusted cargo ship docked in the shadows of the massive cranes. Four figures slipped off the gangway, disappearing into the maze of shipping containers. They weren't tourists. They were ghosts.Sebastian pulled up the collar of his coat. The rain here tasted like metal and ozone. He looked at the skyline across the bay. Tokyo wasn't just a city anymore. It was a circuit board. Towering holograms of Nakamura Corp danced in the sky—giant geishas holding microchips, dragons made of fiber optics."Welcome to the future," Jack spat, adjusting his backpack (filled with C4, not souvenirs). "I hate it.""Keep your heads down," Sebastian warned, scanning the perimeter. "Takeshi Nakamura has turned this city into a panopticon. The Eye of Tokyo sees everything."Harper adjusted her smart-glasses. "I'm picking up thermal scans every 30 seconds. Facial recognition drones are patrolling the highway." "If we step into the light, we are dead.
Zurich, Switzerland. Bahnhofstrasse. The Von Stroheim Private Bank. 9:00 AM.The bank didn't look like a bank. It looked like a neoclassic museum. No tellers, no ATMs. Only marble floors and silence. This was where warlords, dictators, and the Syndicate kept their "Rainy Day" funds.In the penthouse office, Baroness Ingrid Von Stroheim sipped an espresso. She was seventy, elegant, and cold as the Alps. She watched the news of General Ryker’s arrest on her tablet. "Amateurs," she scoffed. "Soldiers and media clowns. They make noise. Money... money is silent."She pressed a button on her desk. "Initialize Protocol: Laundromat." "Move all Syndicate assets to the offshore accounts in the Caymans. Encrypt the trail with the Quantum Ledger.""Yes, Baroness," her AI assistant replied. "Transfer volume: $50 Billion. Estimated time: 10 minutes."The Baroness smiled. Once the money moved, it would be untraceable. Sebastian Sterling could scream all he wanted, but he couldn't touch a ghost.[The
Washington D.C. J. Edgar Hoover Building (FBI Headquarters). 10:00 AM.The receptionist at the FBI front desk was bored. She was scrolling through Instagram, looking at memes about Alexander Hale's meltdown at the Met Gala. A man walked up to the bulletproof glass. He wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. He placed his hands on the counter. They were empty."Can I help you, sir?" she asked without looking up."I'd like to report a crime," the man said."Fill out form 2B over there.""The crime involves national security," the man continued calmly. "And the perpetrator is General Thomas Ryker."The receptionist looked up. "Sir, making false statements to a federal agent is a felony."The man took off his sunglasses. He looked directly into the security camera. "My name is Sebastian Sterling. I am a fugitive. And I want to surrender."[ ALERT: FACE RECOGNITION MATCH - 99.9% ] [ PRIORITY: RED. ]Within ten seconds, the lobby was swarming. Agents with assault rifles surrounded him. "Get on
New York City. The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Met Gala. 8:00 PM.Flashbulbs popped like stroboscopic lightning. The red carpet stretched up the iconic steps, a river of crimson velvet. The world's elite—movie stars, tech moguls, politicians—posed for the hungry cameras.A black limousine pulled up. The door opened. Arthur and Sophie Knight stepped out.Sebastian wore a midnight-blue tuxedo with a velvet lapel. He walked with a slight, elegant stiffness (a remnant of his injuries) that only added to his mystery. Harper wore the silver "liquid starlight" gown. The Gold & Steel Ring hung openly on her neck, a provocative clue hidden in plain sight."Who are they?" whispers rippled through the press line. "Oil money?" "European royalty?" "Tech investors?"They didn't stop for interviews. They walked past the reporters with an air of untouchable arrogance. Security scanned their invitations (forged by the Shadow Drive). BEEP. [ VIP ACCESS GRANTED ]Inside, the Temple of Dendur was tra







