The more the professor spoke, the more feverish his eyes became.
The expressions of the surrounding buyers began to shift.
Initially, the grotesque augmentations of Specimen Fourteen had inspired a heavy dose of apprehension.
But now, looking at the pod, their eyes burned with an unadulterated, ravenous greed.
Right at that moment, a slow, amused voice drifted through the crowd. "So, let me get this straight..."
Jasper Lancaster, wearing his Grinning Wraith mask, chuckled softly. He looked toward the stage, acting as if the professor's analysis had finally cleared up a great mystery for him.
"The Specimen Fourteen up on that stage is the very thing Project Zero-Transit has been desperately hiding and vehemently denying..."
"The legendary asset far more precious than the grand finale?"
That single sentence acted as a spark in a powder keg, detonating the already volatile room. "Exactly! That has to be it!"
"The rumors all said there was something in the hold far more valuable than the finale!"
"The ship kept swearing it didn't exist, but here it is!"
"Before it showed up, you called it a rumor. Now that it's sitting on stage, you're telling us it needs 'verification'?"
"Do you think we're a bunch of idiots?!"
Jasper's calculated provocation worked perfectly.
The buyers who had been mesmerized by Specimen Fourteen suddenly remembered how dismissive the ship's management had been earlier.
They had caused an uproar over it, yet the ship had maintained absolute denial regarding any hidden assets.
Then, the management had conveniently rolled out The Panacea's S-Rank Neural Repair Serum to distract everyone.
But now, the real prize was right in front of them.
All they wanted to know was what the hell this bio-weapon was capable of.
Yet the organizers were still stalling, refusing to give them a straight answer.
"What are you trying to hide?"
Instead of adding to the chaotic screaming, he adjusted his glasses and stared intensely at the diagnostic interfaces on the pod. "If you don't have the briefing materials prepared, then extract the raw data from the pod's mainframe."
His voice immediately silenced the immediate vicinity.
Director Halloway continued, "A life-support apparatus of this magnitude requires extensive medical and transit logs."
"If you can't present it to us, run a live diagnostic. Don't tell me you intend to keep its stabilization compounds a secret too?"
His private lab carried immense weight in the biomedical underworld.
His demand was highly technical and entirely justified. There was no valid reason to refuse.
The crowd latched onto the logic instantly. "Exactly! Pull the data!"
"Unlock the original logs! A rig like that has to have a data trail!"
"Live audit, right now! If you have the file, read it. If you don't, run the diagnostics!"
"The damn thing is right in front of us, what's stopping you?"

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