Chapter 367

Judy gave a slight nod. Tall and statuesque, her golden hair cascaded down her back as she took off the protection suit, revealing a form-fitting white officer’s uniform.

The moment she emerged, a drone zipped toward her, projecting a blue holographic screen that displayed live footage from the lab.

A person reported, “Her Highness, we’ve successfully opened the crystal sarcophagus.”

Judy’s eyes gleamed. “Can it be activated?”

“Unfortunately, no.”

Opening it was difficult enough. Activating it would be challenging.

Judy frowned, “Why?”

The person explained, “The crystal sarcophagus was left by the royal family. It only responds to bloodline verification. Without a direct descendant, it’s inert.”

“Can’t we brute-force the system?”

“Your Highness, if it were that easy, we wouldn’t have spent centuries searching for Apocalypse.”

Judy fell silent.

“The only option is to locate a living heir to the royal family,” the person continued. “But after millennia, the odds are slim. Mainframe data narrows it down to Wallington, but it’ll take roughly three years to pinpoint the target.”

Wallington was densely populated, after all.

Judy pressed her lips. “We don’t have that kind of time.”

The person sighed, “I’ll improvise.”

“Make it quick.” Judy nodded.

In Loang, Bruce held his phone to his ear, the voice on the other end weary. “The subject is quarantined in a safe house, but we’re still tracing his movements. There’s no guarantee he didn’t infect others during his escape.”

Bruce asked, “What’s his current condition?”

The man replied, “Physical mutations. Severe genetic regression. The virus is ravaging his organs. If he loses control, he’ll attack indiscriminately, like a rabid beast, but worse.”

“His blood carries an unknown pathogen. Bruce, this is a time bomb. And our employer won’t halt the research. Worse, we’re operating on Wallington’s turf. This recklessness will backfire.”

Bruce had no idea what Kylie had tampered with in that lab to create such a disaster. Had he known, he would never have let her near the project. Exhaling a slow drag of his cigarette, he muttered, “I’ll head over tomorrow.”

The man on the phone sighed in relief, “Good. Maybe you can talk some sense into that lunatic employer. This experiment needs to end.”

As a Wallingtonian, Bruce couldn’t stand by while reckless experiments threatened his homeland or the people who had shown him kindness.

The lab was just across the border in the neighboring city of Basterel. If things went south, the fallout would engulf neighboring cities first.

Bruce turned to his subordinate. “Find out when Roy is leaving Ustrana.”

The man pulled out his phone, making a few calls. Within minutes, he reported, “Mr. Xavier, Roy flies back tomorrow at 8 a.m.”

“Book me a seat on that flight,” Bruce ordered.

The subordinate nodded, then hesitated. “Should I try getting that lady’s contact details for you?”

Bruce shook his head. “You won’t succeed.”

“Roy might be easier to approach in Ustrana,” the subordinate suggested tactfully. Molly was a fortress, but Roy was less guarded.

Bruce paused, then dismissed the idea with another shake of his head.

Meanwhile, oblivious to Bruce’s scheming, Roy sneezed on a bustling street, his whole body shuddering. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Molly, who answered it after an agonizing wait.

Roy sniffled pitifully into the phone. “Momo, I’m lost.”