Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1737

Specimen Fourteen hadn't been properly registered. It didn't have a public consigner.

But Specimen Seven did!

Its transfer paperwork, its chain of custody—the ship's crew had all of those records on file.

If these two specimens were linked, and someone started digging into Specimen Seven's origins...

It would be utterly impossible to gloss over the glaring question of how exactly Specimen Fourteen had been smuggled aboard.

Especially since The Panacea had just broadcasted its official manifest classification: specialized medical transport supplies.

A living subject whose true nature was deliberately concealed, bypassing standard protocols to be shoved into the highest-tier emergency transit system.

When the time came, the crew wouldn't just be investigating Specimen Fourteen's origins.

They would be digging into exactly how much the Obsidian Sun had been getting away with behind their backs using Project Zero-Transit!

The Cloaked Figure's fists clenched violently at his sides.

If this was definitively proven, let alone securing future shipments, the Obsidian Sun's longstanding partnership with Project Zero-Transit would likely face absolute termination.

No, it would be far worse than that.

Given The Commodore's volatile temper, discovering his ship had been exploited as a covert smuggling vessel wouldn't end with a severed contract.

He would retaliate against the Obsidian Sun with merciless precision!

The Cloaked Figure stared dead at the woman on the auction stage. Beneath his hood, his eyes radiated a horrifying, predatory venom.

The Panacea—she was actively trying to bury the Obsidian Sun!

On stage, Serena didn't even spare him a passing glance.

She simply stood there at Specimen Fourteen's control console.

Her flowing black silk gown made her flawlessly pale complexion look all the more ethereal and cold.

Her slender fingers flew across the screen as she spoke to the Med-Tech member beside her. "Pull up the rejection curves from the last diagnostics run on Specimen Seven and Specimen Fourteen."

The Med-Tech operative froze for a second before snapping into action, instantly retrieving the graphs.

The Med-Tech members looked noticeably uncomfortable.

Of course they knew.

If they hadn't been failing to suppress Specimen Seven's rejection, the crew wouldn't have been so desperate to bring in The Panacea.

"Yet, when applied to Specimen Fourteen, the same modification trajectory yields an entirely different result." Serena highlighted two heavily fluctuating zones. "According to the historical logs, Specimen Fourteen's rejection symptoms have already been suppressed below the critical threshold."

"The completion rate of its neural modifications is also much higher."

Beside her, the Med-Tech member handling the audit stared at the continuous data feed.

Specimen Fourteen's logs truly lacked the violent, near-critical spikes that plagued Specimen Seven.

Even when there was a slight fluctuation, it remained well within relatively stable parameters.

Serena paused her typing. She slowly lifted her gaze, sweeping her eyes over The Buyers below. "In other words, if Specimen Seven can only be considered a Semi-Finished Asset..."

"Then Specimen Fourteen is a Near-Complete Asset."