บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's breeding vessel : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 61: The Vessel’s Mandate"I don't want to hurt you, Dad!" Jordan sobbed, even as his cybernetically hijacked body wrenched Damien's head back in a bone-cracking chokehold. Tears streamed down the boy's face, but his small arms—locked in the lethal grip forced by Sterling’s frequency—were as rigid and unforgiving as hydraulic clamps.Damien fell to his knees on the velvet carpet of the Leviathan's boardroom, his throat collapsing under the pressure. His vision blurred, red spots swimming across his eyes as his lungs burned for oxygen. "J-Jordan..." Damien choked out, refusing to use his own strength to throw his son over his shoulder. "Fight it, buddy...""He can't fight the mandate, Mr. Vance," Chairman Sterling said softly, adjusting his silk cuffs as he watched from behind the mahogany desk. "The acoustic override bypasses the conscious mind entirely. His motor cortex is running on pure, uninterrupted code.""Get off him!" Julian screamed, lunging at the nearest guard with h

Chapter 63: The Phantom NetworkThe twelve black military drones hovered motionless over the sand dunes, their rotary blades humming like a swarm of angry hornets against the morning sky.Damien threw himself in front of Elara and Jordan, his hands reaching for a weapon that was no longer at his hip. "Get behind the pod!" he growled, his body tense, prepared to charge the nearest armed drone with his bare hands if it meant buying them five seconds.But the drones didn't fire. Their ventral turrets didn't rotate.Instead, a high-frequency acoustic pulse rippled from the lead drone's directional speakers. The sound didn't blast across the beach; it focused into a narrow, ultra-precise beam of sound that vibrated directly inside their eardrums."Remarkable, Damien," a voice echoed through the air—smooth, cultured, and unnervingly calm. It was a voice Elara knew from dusty reel-to-reel tapes locked in her mother’s vault. "You survived the Jura bunker, the Normandy cleanroom, and the depth

Chapter 65: Echoes of the Father"I remember building this room, Mom," Jordan said, his voice carrying the smooth, cultured cadence of Dr. Richard Voss.He didn't stumble over his small shoes. He walked with a slow, deliberate posture toward the central diagnostic bench, his eyes sweeping over the vintage cathode terminals and modern fiber-optic relays with master-level familiarity. He reached out a pale hand, picked up a displaced laser-calibration probe, and assembled its delicate optical housing with terrifying, fluid precision."Stop it!" Elara shrieked, charging forward and grabbing the child by his shoulders. She shook him, tears streaming hot down her face. "Jordan, stop speaking like that! Look at me! I am your mother!"Jordan looked up into her eyes. For a split second, the cold, ancient posture wavered, and his small face crumpled in genuine terror. "Mom..." he whimpered, his real voice breaking through, fragile and horrified. "Mom, there's a man inside my head... he's telli

Chapter 67: The Sovereign’s GambitThe golden light radiating from Jordan’s eyes did not merely illuminate the shattered laboratory; it pressed down on the room like a physical weight, thick with ozone and static electricity.Across the concrete deck, every synthetic soldier and gray-suited operator remained paralyzed, their neural implants seized by the golden signal. Julian leaned heavily against a steel pillar, his body locked in place, his shotgun slipping from his numb fingers to clatter against the floor. Only Damien and Elara remained untouched by the paralysis, shielded by their un-augmented biological minds.Jordan floated an inch off the floor plates, his small frame rigid as the dormant mind of Dr. Richard Voss spoke through his throat."Look around you, Elara," the voice echoed, carrying an ancient, terrible resonance that vibrated through the metal bulkheads. "The human experiment is fractured. It is violent, inefficient, and driven by self-destruction. But through this

Chapter 69: The Divided MindThe golden glare in Damien’s eyes flickered like a dying candle as the two consciousnesses slammed together inside his skull.His hand, still locked around Elara’s arm, tightened with terrifying hydraulic force. His fingers dug into her sleeve, but then his left arm twitched violently—his own biological motor cortex fighting back against the intrusive foreign code."Get... out..." Damien choked out, his real voice grating through his teeth like ground glass. Sweat poured down his temples, washing clean tracks through the soot and dried blood on his face. "Get out of my head!""Your mind is an open conduit, Damien," the layered voice of Dr. Richard Voss resonated back, forcing Damien’s right arm to reach slowly toward the fallen sidearm on the concrete deck. "You built the bridge when you activated the secondary pump. We are bound.""Not on my watch!" Elara yelled.She jammed her thumb hard into the nerve plexus behind Damien's ear—a precise neurological st