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he grunted, jaw tight. “It’s not. Sit down.” Ara pulled out a small antiseptic wipe from her hidden pouch and started cleaning the wound carefully. She could feel how tense his muscles were. “What happened out there? How did she catch you off guard?” Ronan let out a long breath, staring at the floor. “Kayla was like family once. Years ago, before the system, we were sent to extract something from a secret lab. We lost twelve good men. Later I learned it was genetic data — the same stuff Nexmind is using now. We were just pawns to them.”

People were laughing on the sidewalks, living their lives freely, blissfully unaware that somewhere above them, I was gambling everything. That’s all I wanted—for Anna, for me. A chance to live without fear. But if this went wrong, I could end up in prison. And Anna… I couldn’t even let myself imagine that. Six minutes passed. Then, finally—there it was. Buried deep inside a secured folder on the Genetix Solutions server: research on all sixty-four patients ever diagnosed with Genetriasis, including Anna. Including my mother. The data was real. Raw. Unobtainable.

Kim said. "Professional cryptographers don't have access to Rebecca's biological research models. I do." Marcus watched his daughter work, her ten-year-old mind processing complex mathematical and biological patterns simultaneously. "There," Sophie said suddenly. "This sequence. It maps to a specific protein folding pattern from Rebecca's dissertation." She entered the sequence as a decryption key. The file unlocked. What they saw made everyone in the vehicle go silent. "Oh my God," Aria whispered. The file contained names. Thousands of names. Children identified as potential enhancement candidates across seventy-three countries. Complete with genetic profiles, family backgrounds, surveillan

Clara's POV The human genome unraveled like a ticking time bomb beneath my fingertips, each genetic sequence a potential weapon more deadly than any arsenal humanity had ever conceived. Sophie's neural regeneration breakthrough wasn't just scientific innovation—it was a revolution waiting to detonate, and I was standing at ground zero.

She wanted no trace of its existence left. Years and eventually decades passed by while the family slowly worked on the data core's encryption. An entire generation of family heads retired their places to allow the younger generation to take the helm. The Ricklins eventually decoded the data core, but not through any exceptional effort on their part. They simply waited for the most appropriate cracking technology to advance. No encryption could ever last the test of time. When the Ricklins finally accessed the data core, they found out it possessed data on only one topic: genetic manipulation. And not the regular kind. No, it turned out the Rubarthans were not content with the human genome a

There was the gene sequencing data with the data comparison made from the ideal healthy gene and then right below them were High lady’s genes sequences. The data was indeed intricate and quite vast. No wonder it took over a week and might even take several days to read and analyze this data. I think what made the accumulation and analysis of this data even difficult was the genes being magical in nature. Computers wouldn’t give accurate analysis because, right as I saw it, two gene sequences had already shown minor changes.

The file was forty pages long. Mara read every one. Her hands were steady. She had made them steady because she needed them to be, the way she made herself steady in an emergency room when the situation was bad enough that falling apart was not available as an option. What was in the folder was not clinical in any clean sense. It began with bloodline data dense genetic notation, the kind used in deep lycan ancestry mapping and then it moved into interpretation. The analysis had been done by a researcher whose name she did not recognize, commissioned through a council sub-committee that had no public record she could trace.

In the Director’s Office. “Come in.” The hospital director hurriedly opened the door himself. “Miss Q.” Briella nodded and sat down. “Director, is there something you need?” He poured her a glass of water and placed it gently by her hand. After a moment of hesitation, he got up, opened a cabinet, and revealed a hidden safe. He entered a code and took out a sleek black laptop. “Miss Q, our medical institute’s genetic database covers the entire Solandra. But over the past year, we’ve noticed an extremely abnormal phenomenon—mutations have begun appearing in the genetic data.”

“I can hear you. Sophie, how are you?” Sophie wasn’t in her own apartment. Using a business trip as an excuse, she was staying in a hotel. Only here was completely safe because it was a temporary trip, the other party couldn’t interfere with the hotel. “I’m fine,” said Sophie, letting out a sigh of relief. “Yesterday I logged into Aitairy’s internal database and found the genetic data had been updated. The IP was traced to Impelia, linked to a man named Zachary Scott, and there seems to be another man whose gene data isn’t fully matched, named... Anthony.”

Both carried pieces of the nightmare that birthed her miracles. She made the call. “Both of you. Now.” They complied, pressing bloodied palms to the dual scanners. The field activated, the children’s glow dimming safely. Relief washed over Ava as Lucas smiled sleepily. “All better…” But the console beeped with a new alert. Samuel’s face drained of color. “The tracker wasn’t just a signal. It’s a data mine. Someone’s downloading the children’s full genetic sequence. The consortium—they want to replicate the hybrid marker.”