Chapter 74
Stellan didnât respond to Torinâs plex .
Instead , he stepped in front of a figure wearing an unusual white lab coat .
With a faint smile , he asked .
â Have you streamed enough ? Or do you want to sneak back in for another look ! â
All eyes from the research staff turned to the marse in question , their collective scrutiny making her visibly uncomfortable .
Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she stammered , â Iâm sorry , Dr.
Rookwood .
â
JOh no , the nurse is going to get kicked out ! If that happens , no one will stream for us anymore , and we wonât be able to see Elysia ! ]
[ Stellan , have some mercy .
Let us meet Elysia at least once I
Did anyone notice : The girl lying on the bed hasnât moved at all throughout the live stream .
Is she okay ! Could it be that the memory extraction process immobilized her , leaving her in a coma or something ! ]
[ Now that you mention it , someone did say that memory extraction causes immense pain .
Could that actually be true ! )
[ Oh my God , please no ! If thatâs the case , Id rather stop watching .
Let Elysia go free , please .
]
While some expressed concerns , others were quick to voice their dissent
[ Donât stop ! What if Elysia has done something terrible later ! Besides , I spent 50 thousand dollars on my VR headset .
Are you telling me itâs only good for two days ? ]
Stellarâs eyes narrowed slightly , though he remained silent about whether Elysia was indeed in pain .
Instead , he announced .
The stream will resuane tomorrow as scheduled .
Weâll also have some new faces joining us .
Thank you for watching , and see you all then â
The giant screen in Times Square went dark , marking the end of the dayâs broadcast .
As the live stream concluded , Stellan turned his attention to more pressing matters .
His lab had been infihrated by curious â nice â more than once today .
It wasnât entirely a bad thing , though , it only confirmed his belief .
Elysia needed to be moved
The public wasnât ready to know the full muth .
They needed to endure the same torment Elysia had â if not more .
Only then would they can the night to meet her and face the reality of her existence .
Their suffering would eclipse hers , renfold , a hundredfold .
Across the Ocean : Mospein
Midnight shrouded the city , its streets silent under a dark , moonbr sky
A man in a sleek black leather jacket approached another figure clad in a long black robe .
In his hands was a tablet displaying a video .
â Mr.
Wesley Dunlap , he began cautiously , â weâve found Ava .
She was spotted in Fuvre .
Should we â¦
Before he could finish , the robed man , Wesley Dunlap , turned his piercing blue eyes to the screen .
For a fleeting moment , his pupils contracted as he saw the image of a young woman lying unconscious on a cold metal slab .
But as quickly as the emotion flickered , it vanished .
In a voice tinged with a heavy , unfamiliar accent , he responded coldly .
Then capture her .
Why are you wasting
[ ime ?
time asking i
The messenger froze , his expression turning fearful .
Dropping to his knees , he stammered , â Itâs not that simple , sir .
Look closely at her skin tone â¦.
and this segment of the video .
Her chest shows no signs of movement .
She appears to be dead â
This time , his words were abruptly cut off â not by his own hesitation , but by the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple .
The metal felt like ice and the looming threat of death stole the air from his lungs .
The man holding the gun couldnât have been older than twenty .
He was lean and sharp â eyed , with an intensity that sent shivers through anyone who crossed him .
His name was Karl , and despite his audacity , Wesley seemed unfazed by his actions .
Karl smirked and spoke on his superiorâs behalf .
â Ava belongs to Grime Shade , even in death â
Wesley remained silent , his gaze unreadable .
Seeing no objections , Karl took it upon himself to cock the gun with a deliberate click
The kneeling manâs eyes widened in terror .
Heads of sweat formed on his forehead as he frantically clarified , â You misunderstand ! What I meant
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Fuvre is using Avaâs memory for a live broadcast .
Should we ⦠destroy her brain to prevent any organizational secrets from leaking ? â
The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the room .
â Karl .
Youâll handle it , Wesley said .
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