The doctor scowled. "Then what the hell do we do?"
"You're asking me?" the pharmacist snapped back. "How should I know? This level of genetic modification isn't something a human body was meant to survive!"
The doctor cursed loudly. "You don't know? You're telling me this now? It was your neural inhibitor that sent his rejection reaction off the charts!"
The pharmacist's face flushed with anger. "My inhibitor? If you hadn't kept screaming at me to dose Specimen Seven, I wouldn't have pushed it!"
The medical team was at each other's throats, their voices echoing in the sterile room.
Yet none of them dared to actually step closer to the thrashing patient.
"Think of something! If this keeps up, Specimen Seven is going to go completely rogue!"
Silas, who had just walked in, caught the tail end of the argument. His expression darkened instantly. "He cannot go rogue!"
The entire team snapped their attention to him.
Silas gritted his teeth, enunciating every word. "The buyers have already paid the deposit. If anything happens to Specimen Seven, none of you will live long enough to pay off the debt!"
The threat drained whatever color was left in the doctors' faces, rendering them speechless.
Standing beside the Director, Serena didn't immediately rush to the table.
Her gaze calmly swept over the thrashing Obsidian Augment.
Yes, an Obsidian Augment.
The very same monstrous creations birthed by the syndicate's twisted labs.
But...
This one was different from the ones she had encountered before.
Serena shifted her attention to the diagnostic monitors flanking the bed.
The screens were flooded with the creature's fluctuating vitals.
Every single metric was spiking into the critical zone, hovering on the edge of total organ failure.
However, it wasn't the failing body that caught Serena's eye.
It was the neurological data.


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