Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 899

Chapter 899: F-Tier

The lead examiner did not strangle Kaiden with the console cable.

Professionalism survived.

Barely.

Her hands stayed on the edge of the ruined console instead, fingers locked hard enough that the plastic casing creaked beneath them while the monitor in front of her continued to display the most offensive sentence any instrument in the Awakened Association had ever produced.

PARAGON OF SIN.

[F-TIER.]

The testing room was trying to remember how to breathe.

One technician was on the floor with both knees pulled to her chest, staring at a dead tablet as though it might start showing the sky again if she blinked at the wrong time.

Another had both hands pressed over his headset, listening to a flood of voices from emergency channels that had stopped sounding like channels and started sounding like a building on fire.

The guards had their weapons raised, aimed at where the ginormous, planet-sized eye was just moments ago.

Grace stood beside her fallen tablet with her face drained of all its polished diplomacy. Her eyes were on Kaiden too, but she was not looking at him like an amusing young man she liked bantering with.

She was looking at him like a decision point with a pulse.

"Nobody moves," she said.

The guard who had asked permission to destroy the artifact kept his blade up, though the point sagged toward the floor between Kaiden and the cracked pedestal.

"Ma’am," he said, voice tight, "with respect, that thing just opened a... gate of sorts."

"No," the lead examiner said. "At least I don’t think so..."

Everyone turned toward her.

She dragged one hand down her face, leaving a smear of sweat and bile near her cheek, then turned back to the split orb, hating every word she was about to say.

"A gate connects two spaces. That was a response channel through the artifact core’s Source Trace protocol, and I don’t know what answered because the protocol is sealed for a reason." Her voice cracked halfway through. "The artifact did not summon a dungeon entity but rather contacted the origin signature of Kaiden Grey’s class, and the origin signature answered."

Silence folded over the room in a new shape.

Worse, somehow.

The younger technician made a small, wounded sound. "That... hypothesis is supported by the manifestation of the women’s classes. No such emergence was supposed to happen for them either. But for Kaiden Grey..."

She gulped, trembling as she stared at him. "The response was much... more. To the point that the Source Trace initiated, which it didn’t for the rest."

"Exactly," the lead examiner nodded grimly. "But this is all a theory..."

"Answered Kaiden from where?" Grace asked. "If not through a gate, then where did it materialize from?"

"I don’t know."

"Was that being even real?" For Grace, and all other humans aside from Kaiden’s inner circle, the sheer fact that such a thing existed out there was impossible to accept.

The examiner stared at her.

"Define real."

"Do not get academic with me right now."

"Then yes." The examiner’s mouth tightened. "The feed logs from the relay show image capture from every registered stream angle, then simultaneous override from outside our relay."

"Could it have been a mass hallucination?"

"No."

"Interface contamination?"

"No."

"Projection over the stream?"

"The sky changed."

The government representative by the wall finally bent, picked up his phone, checked the caller ID, and went even paler. He answered it with hands that shook. "Yes, sir."

The room heard only his side of the call.

"Yes, sir. We saw it. No, sir. No, we do not have an explanation yet."

He listened.

His eyes moved to Kaiden.

"Confirmed visual from civilian, military, and awakened feeds across multiple continents. We are awaiting satellite confirmation." Another pause. "Yes, sir, the subject is still in the room."

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