106: A gaze from the abyss

The South Pacific.

Deep within the blue, there lies a private island that cannot be found on any map.

With shadows of coconut trees, clear water, and white sand, it was as beautiful as a computer wallpaper—a perfect paradise isolated from the world.

However, in the very center of this paradisiacal scenery, a massive base cast entirely from black alloy sat like a dormant steel beast, tearing a hideous gash into the tranquility.

The building, brimming with futuristic technology, was filled with coldness and a sense of impending slaughter.

At the deepest part of the base was a medical room whiter than snow.

The strong, pungent smell of disinfectant was enough to completely numb one's sense of smell.

A man sat quietly on a cold metal bed, his upper body bare.

He had a face so handsome it didn't seem real, like a sculpture from Ancient Greek mythology; his short golden hair was meticulously groomed, exuding an innate air of nobility.

But this elegance was completely shattered by his empty left sleeve.

His left arm was gone.

It had been severed from the shoulder by some sharp weapon, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

More horrifyingly, the skin around the cut was covered in eerie, dark-gold patterns spreading like a spider's web; these patterns seemed alive, silently crawling toward his heart like a curse left behind by some terrifying energy burn.

He was Osiris.

The final earth-shattering explosion in El Dorado failed to kill him.

A second before the entire dungeon collapsed, he activated the highest-level emergency plan.

He used the lives of three entire elite guard units, including "Scorpion," to buy himself that critical moment to escape.

Those loyal mercenaries who risked their lives for him ultimately became his stepping stones to survival.

The price was an arm.

Along with the vanguard force he had spent countless resources and effort on—one capable of causing a bloodbath on any local battlefield.

Completely wiped out.

A man in a white research coat and gold-rimmed glasses was using tweezers to hold a cotton ball, carefully—one might even say tremblingly—treating his wound.

Beads of sweat rolled down the researcher's forehead and dripped onto the floor with a faint "patter."

"The Lord's injuries have... stabilized."

The researcher's voice was trembling, filled with both awe and an irrepressible fear.

"The energy erosion has been temporarily suppressed, but... but that arm, I'm afraid..."

He didn't dare continue.

"It's just an arm."

Osiris spoke, his voice so calm it made one's scalp tingle.

He slowly raised his remaining right hand, looking at the pure white ceiling, as a cruel smile slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Compared to the 'eye of omniscience,' what does a mere arm matter?"

"What a pity..."

His voice suddenly dropped, the morbid fanaticism and deep-seated regret instantly intertwining on his face.

"Just a bit more! Just a little bit more!"

"Those two damned bugs!"

He suddenly swung his remaining right arm and slammed his fist hard against the edge of the metal bed!

"Boom—!"

A loud crash!

The special alloy bed frame, capable of withstanding tons of pressure, was instantly dented by his punch, leaving a shocking fist print!

All the precision instruments in the medical room seemed to be hit by an invisible force, emitting sharp, piercing alarms at the same time!

"Beep beep beep beep—!"

Red lights flashed wildly, reflecting Osiris's distorted face.

"Ah!"

The researcher was scared out of his wits, his legs going weak as he nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Please calm your anger, My Lord! Please calm your anger!"

Osiris's chest heaved violently, like an enraged lion, his lungs emitting heavy gasps.

The overwhelming killing intent almost froze the air in the room.

Failure!

He had actually failed!

Osiris, who had calculated everything and controlled everything, had actually had his entire chessboard overturned at the last moment by a pawn he had casually placed!

This was no longer a simple failure.

It was a disgrace!

A humiliation!

"Lin... Feng!!!"

He squeezed the name out from between his teeth, word by word.

Every syllable was like a poisoned ice blade, wishing to hack the owner of that name into a thousand pieces.

The researcher adjusted his glasses with trembling hands, suppressing the urge to kneel and beg for mercy as he whispered:

"My Lord, according to the intelligence we just intercepted... that Lin Feng and his companion have been placed under the protection of the Huaxia officials."

The fury on Osiris's face instantly froze.

Huaxia officials?

That sleeping giant of the East... even he didn't have the slightest confidence in facing a nation's machine of violence on that land.

The expression on his face flickered unpredictably; a few seconds later, all the rage and killing intent were withdrawn, replaced by an even colder calm.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable command.

"Send someone to keep a close eye on him twenty-four hours a day!"

"I don't care what method you use—satellites, the internet, or bribing the people around him! I want to know what he eats every day, who he meets, and what he says!"

The corners of Osiris's mouth curled into that cruel smile again.

"He's currently a canary locked in a cage; Huaxia can protect him for a while, but not forever!"

"The moment he dares to step a single foot out of that country!"

"Have our people take action!"

He paused, speaking word by word, his voice filled with bloodthirsty pleasure.

"I want these two bastards to regret ever coming into this world!"