Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 488

I lifted my gaze, my lips sealed in silence.

The organization treated us, the test subjects, like animals in a zoo, slapping labels on us to sell to the wealthy.

Some of us were dispatched to satisfy the twisted cravings of the rich, others were sent for drug trials, and yet more were used as breeding machines or living organ banks.

There were even wealthy individuals with rare blood types who would purchase test subjects sharing their blood type, using them as personal mobile blood reserves.

Oh, the sins that flourish under the shadow of the organization's dark web... There's no wicked deed they haven't committed.

The depths of human depravity, they've not only reached but exploited to their fullest advantage.

It's undeniable; those who built, structured, and expanded the reach of this organization over the years were geniuses in their own right.

They say genius is a fine line away from madness. In truth, it can either lead to salvation or damnation.

Some use their talents to heal and save lives, others to serve their country, while there are those who employ their gifts for the most horrific and inhumane deeds imaginable.

Death, the great equalizer gifted by nature, is only a matter of time for us all.

Yet, there are those who seek to defy nature, to break free from its cycle.

They yearn for immortality, for eternal youth, for life everlasting.

And then there are those... who, upon finding no higher satisfaction or thrill in wealth and material luxury, begin to amplify their darkest desires and inner demons.

steadily. For many tycoons, money is just a number. They live in the lap of luxury, surrounded by comfort, yet even this opulent

they crave excitement, a spark

life remains the ultimate,

on the cot in my cube, I stared at the

red light

All-Stars Consortium has spent a pretty penny to

a 'thank you' towards

my patron, my lifeline. Winning his favor is my ticket to survival within

goons would think twice before laying a finger on me. At the very

three times, as if to say, "No need for

some reason... I got the impression what

reading

light kept blinking. Knowing

was under constant surveillance

me, yet it brought

began

Swnt

utterly exhausted today,

just sleep, to rest as well

almost comforting, lulling me

was my instinct

to overthink things. After all,

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