Sean was shocked. "That''s right, sir. I remember now. There was a rumor about thirty years ago that the Mythic Consortium used illegal gic experiments to create a doppelg?nger of a tycoon. In the end, that person took the tycoon''s ce."


    "I thought it was just a legend, but I never imagined they could actually do it."


    Sean was stunned. No wonder Maxwell Griffith looked identical to him, right down to his voice, eyes, and build.


    That organization was terrifying.


    Sebastian gazed out the window, his eyes distant.


    "The man who possesses this technology, I''ve heard his daughter is a top-tier figure herself, and he is a brilliant biotech expert in many fields."


    "The whole world has been coveting his technology. Rumor has it that he and his daughter are the only ones who truly hold the keys to that technology."


    "But his daughter was a hopeless romantic. When she was twenty-eight, she met a man who sweet-talked her, tricked her, and ultimately stole the technology from her. He then founded the Mythic Consortium in the shadows, conducting not only illegal human experiments but many other illicit research projects."


    "I''m afraid Timothy was in contact with the Mythic Consortium even before I was born, which is how they created someone identical to me."


    Sean was stunned. Utterly stunned.


    If the Mythic Consortium was involved, then the existence of two identical Sebastians wasn''t strange at all.


    This bioresearch organization could genuinely create identical people, with matching personalities and temperaments, making it nearly impossible to tell the real from the


    fake.


    Because the incident from thirty years ago was real. The two tycoons were virtually identical; even the man''s own daughter couldn''t tell which was her real father and which was the imposter.


    Sean pulled out his phone and scrolled quickly, finally finding a record.


    He''d always suspected that a massive chunk of Timothy''s fortune had vanished into a ck hole years ago.


    "Sir, look here. These are the financial flows of Chairman Griffith''spany over the past twenty-plus years. Three billion dors flowed into this ount."


    "That''s in Ragnorath, where Maxwell Griffith is. The Mythic Consortium is located on the border of Ragnorath."


    Sebastian''s eyes turned cold. "Just as I thought."


    Sebastian''s expression darkened. "That''s an unusuallyrge amount of money.


    Could they have created other identical people?"


    Sean was at a loss for words.


    He gasped.


    "Sir, that''s horrifying. That kind of technology is truly terrifying."


    It posed a great danger to the world.


    But no one had ever been able to capture the leader of the Mythic Consortium.


    Someone who could develop such technology fifty years ago would be even more formidable today.


    Sean was curious. "Sir, what kind of genius could develop such a technology?"


    But Sebastian wasn''t focused on that question. He was more concerned about something else.


    "Sean, investigate Timothy. He sent them three billion dors, once twenty years ago and again ten. years ago. There''s something more to that three billion."


    "No wonder hispany has been stagnant for the past decade. Every time Grandmother berated him for his perceived ipetence, he had nothing to say for himself


    "It seems we were the foolish ones. He''s been ying us all these years."


    Sean felt that things could always get worse. There was no limit to the horror.


    The deeper they dug, the more terrifying and absurd it all became. It was beyond belief.


    Suddenly, Sean had a bold guess. "Sir, is it possible that your father isn''t actually your father? I just can''t understand why he''s always wanted you dead