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Layla asked. Maverick zoomed in on metadata. “It was an old Crest research number. Long before the fire. I’ve seen the prefix before; used in projects designed to manipulate private equity through psychological profiles”. “Psych profiles?” Damien finally spoke, voice hoarse. Maverick nodded. “Back when the Crests and Montroses still had a fragile alliance, your father and Viper ran parallel experiments. Behavioral conditioning, threat response testing… and this; Subject 317A; was one of the top assets”.

Cam shakes her head. “Oh no, that wouldn’t work. This spell can’t be attached to an object or developed in potion form. It has to be cast in person.” She explains. “Oh, so at least one of the psychos is definitely a Witch or Warlock.” I confirm. “Without a doubt.” She agrees grimly.

"You're... the AI?" Seeing my dumbfounded look, his chest rumbled with a low chuckle. Undisguised indulgence rippled in his dark eyes. He nodded frankly. Then, he held out his right hand. A black onyx pinky ring rested on his long finger. A symbol of absolute power. "Let's officially meet, Aria." His tone was casual, but it carried the crushing weight of an apex predator. "Cassius. Cassius Castellano." Castellano.

At this moment, Jack’s cold voice sounded. “You could have succeeded, but because of your hesitation, you lost your chance to live. In other words, you gave up on yourself.” Meanwhile, Judy took a deep breath and said, “It’s too scary. It’s all connected. Is this the Death Inquisitor?” “Our opponent is indeed not simple. Before the execution, he has studied everyone, including their psychology, characteristics, and habits.” Ross glanced at Monica. After all, Monica was a professional in the field of psychology.

I looked at V with tears streaming down my face. "Rosa, I know what you are feeling. But Xavier is really a dangerous man. He is a PSYCHOPATH, Rosa. He had killed numerous people. He murdered everyone who had ever tried to keep you away from him. Being a Mafia is not a big deal but being a Psycho Mafia is one. He had killed my best Agents. Nick, Mark, Rebecca, Jennie, Katherine, Leon and...." I looked up at him. I grabbed his collar in frustration.

If he was, he sure had a funny way of showing it. “Castor is…..well….I guess in a way our scientist of sorts. He helps us with medical needs but also has been doing his own research into things, and he also has a deep network of information that may interest you.” He pursed his lips in thought. Ok, well now that changed things a bit, the old man had a network of spies, did he?

“It would be very hard to be a spy with people around who could read my mind. It was too easy too.” He laughed again. I shook my head. “I don’t believe that. I–” “You have no authority, Hedy. Be quiet,” Candido said and looked at Psyche. “I trust you.” I couldn't believe it. I stared at him as she walked forward, and Candido said nothing more. It seemed like Estella had corrupted him more than I first thought. Psyche stepped forward. She placed her hand on his head, and suddenly, he went absolutely still. His eyes started to roll back his body jerked and shuddered. I had never seen anyone read someone's mind. It looked painful for him. Was that normal?

Just her and the work and the plan laid out in the notebooks stacked neatly at the end of the bench. She pulled the first notebook toward her. Opened it. Her own handwriting from three years ago. Neat and precise and completely certain about everything it was doing. *Subject profile: Damien Voss. CEO Voss Industries. Age 31. Psychological assessment consistent with primary psychopathy with elevated fixation markers. History of obsessive attachment to objects and concepts. No documented romantic relationships. Suspected olfactory sensitivity above baseline. Potential susceptibility to compound V7 estimated at 89% based on psychographic modeling.*

Bellamy nodded and asked, "Is it better to get higher scores or lower scores?" "I wouldn't be able to tell the problem from just one test paper because most of them have good EQ and IQ. Those who could enter the military would usually hide their character well. They must have learned psychology before, and perhaps, they could answer the questions better than the laymen would. Hence, I designed ten psychological test papers for Anthony. I will then sum up all the test papers to analyze those who may have problems. Those people will then undergo a series of simulation tests," Stella said.

It became a reminder that they shouldn’t be underestimated. Her brain stuttered for a moment and her eyes took in more light than expected—the brightest from the crystal so far. Every part of her went on pause. The shock brought quietness within, a moment to feel the surge of power from the prince, like how it came as a declaration—a threat in silence—that he was someone who should not be messed with. And Alex just made it clear to everyone. “Prince Heath Alexander Castellan,” Professor Rhyb, the only one who seemed unfazed, spoke. “Class 1.”