Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 369: Dr. Voss. Begin Gem Reappears.

Weeks later, the underground lab wasn't a graveyard anymore—a nightmare for experiments!

It was a kingdom.

The air buzzed—not with chaos, but with something terrifyingly clean. Controlled. The once-sterile walls now pulsed faintly with a new kind of heartbeat, the soft thrumming of power so dense it felt alive. Ether wasn't just present—it was woven into the architecture itself, saturating the very molecules of the lab with something that smelled almost too sharp, too pure. Like lightning trapped in a bottle.

The Begin Gem—the forbidden prize Captain Sun had failed to protect—sat at the center of it all now, cradled in a containment unit like a dark heart. It pulsed rhythmically, pumping out a silent beat that fed the entire complex with limitless, stable energy. Power the world above couldn't even dream of.

Power that twisted the rules of biology and physics and bent them into obedience.

The capsules were no longer horror shows.

They were triumphs.

Row upon row of glass pods lined the hallways, each one a monument to ambition—and blasphemy. Inside floated not broken corpses, but masterpieces. Some bodies still held onto their human appearance, skin flawless, muscles sculpted with unnatural perfection, like statues from a forgotten god's fever dream.

Others?

Others had evolved past humanity altogether.

Fanged beings with metallic scales running down their spines. Men and women whose veins shimmered faintly beneath their skin, tracing intricate maps of condensed Ether. Some bore wings—sleek, aerodynamic extensions of bone and light. Others had claws, talons, eyes that opened sideways, vertical, alien.

Beast and man, fused with surgical beauty.

In the main atrium, scientists moved quietly between the pods, not in fear—but in awe. White coats whispered, datapads clicked. No one raised their voice. No one dared. Here, under the thrum of the Begin Gem, they were gods cloaked in lab gear, sculpting a new pantheon one abomination at a time.

"Status on Project Harbinger?" Dr. Voss asked as he strode past, hands folded behind his back.

A woman in a fitted uniform glanced up from her tablet. "Stabilized. Subjects are adapting to the Ether infusion without further mutation."

"And survival rates?"

"Seventy-three percent."

He smiled. A real one. Cold and razor-sharp.

Perfect.

One of the pods closest to him stirred. The occupant opened their eyes—golden irises sparking like twin novas—then smiled back at him. A thin, knowing smile.

They weren't just creating monsters anymore.

They were building successors.

Weapons that didn't need to be driven. Soldiers that didn't need to be reminded of loyalty but embedded in their being. Beings birthed in a new reality, sharpened under the glow of something that shouldn't even exist.

The world above still thought it ruled.

They had no idea that this was growing beneath their feet.

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A portal opened without fanfare this time—no ripples, no grand theatrics. Just a clean tear in the world, like someone slicing silk with a knife sharpened on stars. And through it stepped the two.

The same two who'd stolen the gem from Captain Sun.

The man, tall, relaxed like a jungle cat who'd never once worried about a predator above him. The woman, cold-eyed and efficient, her every step surgical, her aura humming with lethal grace.

Dr. Voss looked up from his tablet, the corners of his mouth twitching into something almost resembling warmth.

Almost.

"My favorite agents," he greeted, voice smooth as ice over a grave. "Pleased to see you again."

The man chuckled, glancing around the lab with faint amusement. "Looks cleaner than last time," he said, running a gloved finger across a console like he was checking for dust.

The woman ignored the banter entirely, her gaze sliding across the rows of capsules—the frozen, perfect beings inside—the way an art critic might study unfinished sculptures. Her lips quirked once. A flash of approval. Nothing more.

No words needed.

They saw the results.

Dr. Voss, for all his arrogance, knew the truth. He was nothing compared to them. If they wanted, they could erase him before his body even hit the floor. Ether buzzed around their skin like sentient armor. They were monsters wrapped in silk.

And yet—here they were.

Not lording over him. Not threatening. They'd given him the Begin Gem, handed it over like passing a lighter to a pyromaniac.

Voss's smile deepened, a hollow thing. Because Dr. Voss—he knew better than to ask. Knew better than to bite the hand—or claw—that fed him.

Because the duo?

They weren't the top of the chain.

There was something higher. Something that didn't even step into the lab. Didn't need to. Orders were passed down like scripture. Quiet. Absolute. And all Voss had to do was obey.

He gestured around, voice reverent.

"The Begin Gem changed everything. Stabilized the Ether cores. Strengthened the neural binders. Survival rates are up. Success rates are... getting better and better." He paused, savoring the weight of the words. "We've moved past accidents."

Dr. Voss led them into the office, the reinforced door hissing closed behind them with a mechanical finality that felt more like a judgment than a security measure. He walked fast, almost too fast, like the movement itself could hide the storm of emotions swirling under his skin.

Expectation, nerves, greed—all wrapped in a white coat that still had a faint stain on the sleeve from some experiment gone wrong.

He turned to face them, forcing his spine straight and plastering on the kind of polite, tight smile corporate rats wore when begging for bonuses.

The man watched without moving, hands lazily hanging by his sides, giving off the kind of bored menace that only came from being utterly certain nothing in the room could touch him. His shadow didn't even seem to flicker—it just stretched behind him, a reminder of what Voss was really standing in front of.

The woman tilted her head, arms crossed loosely, eyes sharp and bored.

She already knew where this was going.

The man sighed, a slow exhale that tasted like ancient disappointment. He didn't even need the doctor to open his mouth.

Because humans, no matter how many toys you handed them—how much power, how many golden keys—they never evolved past one fatal flaw.

Curiosity.

The kind of gnawing, useless curiosity that had burned cities, sunk civilizations, and kept them trapped in an endless loop of destruction disguised as progress.

They'd given Voss everything.

Freedom to build.

Freedom to destroy.

Resources!

And yet here he was.

Still poking the bear, asking for things he wasn't meant to know.

Pathetic!

If it weren't for the simple fact that their higher-ups valued his twisted brilliance, the man would've erased him already. One flick of the wrist and Voss would be nothing more than a red stain on the tile. But no. No. Voss was delivering results.

And results bought time... for now.

"The smarter they got, the closer they danced to stupidity." The man tilted his head the slightest fraction, silently daring Voss to speak.

And Voss, the fucking idiot, did.

"I've been working with you people for nearly two decades now," the doctor began, his voice that perfect mix of polished arrogance and thinly veiled desperation.

"And while I appreciate all the... resources provided, the support... the anonymity from the government..."

He paused, like he thought the next part needed dramatics.

The woman smirked faintly.

Humans really thought pauses made them sound important.

"I think it's time," Voss said, lifting his chin with all the self-importance of a man who didn't know how close to death he was, "I deserve to know. Who exactly am I working for?"

Silence.

A real, heavy, crawling silence.

It stretched between them, thick like oil.

The woman's smile grew razor-thin.

"Cocky bastard," she whispered, more amused than annoyed. freёweɓnovel.com

Because of course he thought he could bargain now.

Of course he thought he had leverage.

Dr. Voss knew what he had become—an asset too valuable to burn, too dangerous to lose without consequences. He had held the line, produced monsters, played his role perfectly in the symphony of coming destruction.

And now?

He thought that gave him bargaining chips.

Thought he could stand here, in front of them, and make demands.

The man still hadn't moved.

Still hadn't blinked.

His gaze alone pressing against the room like invisible weight, daring Voss to realize how fucking small he really was. Because no matter what game he thought he was playing—

He wasn't even a pawn.

Just a tool.

Useful until it wasn't.

Because what Dr. Voss didn't know—the thing that would probably kill him one day—was simple:

You don't demand answers from storms.

You survive them.

And if you're smart, you never even look up to ask their name.