Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 436

Clones.

It was a terrifying word.

"What about Steven..." I asked in a hoarse voice.

If I was an experiment subject, what was Steven?

"He's not an experiment subject..." answered Yasmin, leaning against the wall as she tried to endure the pain.

"He went through genetic screening, but he was just a selected experiment subject. Unlike you... he's a normal person. But you're not, Stephany Larson... You're not even human.

"In their eyes, you're a lamb that's about to be slaughtered. You're like livestock in the human society... You were their experiment subject, something that can be killed anytime if the research data turns out poorly."

Yasmin continued, "Just like Dolly the sheep, your final destiny would be to become a specimen. You would be trapped in the research lab's underground specimen bank.

"I'm guessing... that the Genome Society has countless specimens of 'your' corpse in the underground lab."

I scoffed. I silently got up and slowly made my way downstairs.

A clone. How pathetic.

Even science fiction movies could not accurately reflect human desire and evil.

For the sake of development, evolution, immortality, anti-aging, and survival...

Humans had many unknown dark sides that were hidden from the sun. It existed in a darkness that the average person might never be exposed to in their lifetime. They might be unable to imagine how terrifying such darkness could be.

Perhaps living an average life would be blissful too.

"Stephie..." Michael called out to me with a coarse voice.

"In The Godfather, it was said that behind every great fortune, there's a crime. It was also said that capital comes dripping from head to foot, from every pore, with blood and dirt..." I said hoarsely as I slowly made my way downstairs.

I was not only saying it to Michael but also to myself.

All the prosperity that we saw in the world was simply things that the world's puppeteers allowed us to see.

There was an unimaginable darkness hidden behind everything.

"Stephie..." Michael said, full of concern. "It's not your fault."

I scoffed at Michael.

"I never thought that it was my fault..."

But whose fault was it?

"Keep an eye on your lover and make sure she keeps her mouth shut..."

Pet

I pointed at Michael and continued, "And you, Michael Ford. You were kind to everyone but were cruel to Stephanie Carlson. Put away that indiscriminatingly soft heart of yours. It'll only enable her to do more.

"I'm not at fault, and neither is Steven."

I turned around and continued going down.

UMS

"As for Peter and the large and sturdy net behind him...

"Tell Peter I'll personally ruin everything that they have."

I would never give in or give way.

The people who "killed" me took advantage of "me". Just like the

Rebels who fought against eve

used the same "evil" ways to tear that net apart.

They exposed the genetic experiments that Peter and the supporting stakeholders had been conducting.

Now that the police began investigating the case, they began to panic...

But that was only the beginning.

"Stephie... I'll help you," Michael whispered.

Even though he knew that getting involved in the case meant terrifying stakes.

"Before that, I must first replace the murderer..." I said softly and continued going downstairs.

I wondered if the mastermind was

guiding me... to replace him. So

could ally with him and stathatte

against Genome Society together.

Meanwhile, on the first floor, Steven stood by the fire and had his arms spread wide.

I began to tear up. I jumped into his arms from the stairs.

"Don't be scared. We're on the first floor, and there's light over there."

Steven pointed at a tiny ray of light that peeked through the gaps in the wall...

We were in Huma. This was a place where the light shone. It was not a place for evildoers to go rampant.

"Yeah, let's go home."

I looked at Quinn. She was drenched in blood and sat there weakly. But she looked at me with a meaningful gaze. Unsurprisingly... I left bloody scratch marks on the back of her hand.