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    The impact sent everyone sprawling across the floor. Instinctively, they shielded their faces, unable to withstand the unbearable heat.


    Yet some, driven by curiosity, dared to steal quick nces. Through flickering mes, they saw the doctor consumed by fire, his body vanishing beneath the inferno.


    “Ah!” A piercing, anguished scream shattered the air.


    A collective shudder ran through the room. They understood instantly—there was no saving him.


    The once-gloating masked man turned grim, his expression darkening in an instant. “Damn it! Drag him out and dispose of him!” he barked. Though the mes had yet to im the doctor’s life entirely, his chances of survival dwindled with each passing second. If someone acted quickly, he might still be saved.


    But in this facility,passion was a raremodity. No one moved. No one dared. Challenging the masked man’s authority meant inviting the same fate. Preserving their own lives was all that mattered.


    Standing motionless, the masked man’s face grew even colder. Mere moments ago, he had believed sess was within reach—that he could achieve his vision without depending on Hades.


    Now, that hopey in ruins. The sharp sting of near-victory slipping away filled him with unchecked fury. His rage was so consuming that, in that moment, he wanted to destroy everything in sight.


    Fixing the doctors with a frigid stare, he warned, “If any of you repeat this mistake, you’ll wish for death but find none.”


    A chill swept through the air. The unspoken threat sent tremors down their spines.


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    Without another word, he pivoted and stormed out, while the unfortunate doctor—the very one who had moments ago celebrated his sess—was dragged away. His agonized cries echoed through the halls, each one more harrowing than thest.


    Yet no one spoke. Lowering their heads, they buried themselves in their tasks, too afraid to intervene. They knew better. One misstep, and they could be next.


    Katelyn hadn’te to see Sophia for days after that night. As a result, Sophia’s detoxification treatment hade to an abrupt halt.


    Standing by the window, Sophia fixed her gaze on Katelyn’s residence, resentment shing in her eyes. “Katelyn, in the end, you’ll see—you’re nothing more than a disposable piece.” Her lips curled into a faint smirk, one devoid of warmth.


    Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a text message. Picking it up, she nced at the screen. The text was encrypted.


    T Organization’s warning was brief. “Monitor the progress closely. You have two weeks. Fail, and you know what follows.”


    Sophia’s fingers tightened around the device. She knew exactly what that meant. It wasn’t the first time they had issued such a threat. Compared to Katelyn’s poison, the organization’s punishments were far more ruthless—enough to break a person beyond repair.


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