Chapter 1512:


    Inside a sleek ck car, Chris’s eyes darkened, a flicker of surprise crossing his usually unreadable face. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, tense.


    Deification Project?


    Even he had never encountered such a name — audacious, sphemous, and chilling. He swiftlybed through the ST database, but only fragmented files surfaced, disjointed and iplete, impossible to piece into a coherent picture.


    “Kolton and the Master of Shadows behind him have buried themselves deeper than we imagined,” Chris murmured, his voice cold. “Kolton’s turning fanaticism into a tool to glorify his crimes — like some cult leader.”


    His gaze hardened. “No matter who the Master of Shadows is, this time… we will unmask him.”


    Almost simultaneously, following Kolton’s brazen confession, ST unleashed a deluge of verified evidence online, exposing Cooper Group’s darkest crimes for the world to see.


    Across the globe, hundreds of millions of people watching the live broadcast shifted from outrage to bewilderment — and then to sheer terror. How could words soaked in blood and death — biochemicalbs, human experiments, grotesque specimens — be tied to something called the Deification Project?


    A shiver ran through everyone connected to thework, an unsettling chill creeping down countless spines.


    After a brief pause, the online chatter erupted into frenzy.


    “What did I just hear? Deification Project? Is he sick in the head?”


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    “He’s no longer just a businessman — he’s a cult leader.”


    “This is terrifying. What about the fire at the charity g in Wront? Officials called it an ident, but now…”


    “Are you saying it was a ritual sacrifice?”


    “Hundreds of lives? What kind of hellish operation is Cooper Group running?”


    Fear spread online like wildfire, twisting the initial outrage over corporate corruption into something deeper and more primal — panic over an iprehensible evil.


    On the west side of the city, a private sanatorium provided a quiet sanctuary for udius.


    Inside his room, the television disyed Kolton’s twisted, deranged face. Kiley stood by the window, fists clenched so tightly that blood seeped from her palms.


    “Deification Project…” she whispered the words over and over, herplexion draining to the color of paper.


    As a daughter of the Cooper family, Kiley had encountered many secrets. But that phrase had surfaced only once — in her father’s drunken mutterings — and she had dismissed it as nonsense. Now, after seeing the sh drive’s evidence and her father’s crazed image on screen, everything felt different.


    She turned to udius, lying frail and colorless in the bed. “udius…” Her voice trembled. “Is this what the Deification Project really is? How many innocent people has our father sacrificed?”


    His eyes, once full of life, were now hollow with despair. “I don’t know… by the time I learned the truth, it was already toote.”


    He stared at their father on the screen — not with hatred, but with a profound and indescribable sorrow.


    “Kiley… you saw it too,” udius whispered hoarsely. “Father has long since lost his sanity. The Deification Project is merely a pretext — a vehicle for his obsession with immortality and control. We, including you, are nothing more than resources to him.”


    He coughed, an unnatural flush rising in his pale face. “The organ trafficking, the enhancement drugs — those were only side operations. Now it seems he’s been cornered, forced to reveal himself in a desperate bid to bargain for his freedom and his life.”


    His trembling hand gestured toward the silver sh drive on the nightstand.


    “It’s time, Kiley.”


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