Chapter 491

"Hard to say, maybe this is an organization that believes in the God of Flesh?"

"Huh? Is there really such a god? Isn't the Foundation the first to contain such a god?"

……

Michail shrugged and put the thing around his neck.

"People here like teeth, it's a symbol of power, especially when you can wear it."

"Then what if they ask you how you got this?"

Michail's smile disappeared.

"I'll lie—here, robbery and defection are just as bad."

Lucretia straightened her body, lying on the pile of corpses, looking up at the stone ceiling above.

"I understand."

The memory ends here.

Sophia felt a force gently pushing her out of that island, continuing to be swept into the torrent.

She knew what was going on, and knew that she would switch back and forth between different roles for several hours.

Until something in the real world woke her up.

Fuck it…… Sophia cursed under her breath.

Damn assassination, damn anomalous splitting…… I am the helmsman of my own soul, not some inexplicable memory…073…

Sophia forced herself to concentrate her consciousness, guiding this special power on her body.

She was careful, going against the current.

Suddenly, she was like a meteor passing through the stratosphere, falling into a new memory, colliding, burning.

Until she fell into the mind of O5-10's "All-Knowing One," Salt.

"So, the assassination attempt didn't have any results?" Salt asked.

The woman across the table shook her head.

Sophia certainly recognized who that was.

Not long ago, that woman appeared in her home with a face on the verge of collapse.

O5-10.

But the sober O5-10 was quite beautiful.

She combed her hair into braids, hanging behind her in complex spirals and straight edges.

O5-10 shook her head:

"As far as I know, no one wants to assassinate me."

"This vote didn't change anything we talked about—Alpha-9 still only has one person."

Salt nodded and continued to ask:

"What about Bright?"

O5-10 sighed:

"We can't let him replace Sophia when the game is almost over."

"If this operation goes well, we'll start discussing transferring her."

Suddenly, Sophia felt everything become incredibly slow, every detail in the room displayed incredibly clearly before her eyes for her to check.

The room was filled with props related to mysticism;

O5-10's eyes were trembling slightly;

Salt was holding a map of Yellowstone National Park.

"Are you sure? Bright is a safer choice, considering his conditions." Salt replied.

O5-10 lowered her head, her gaze passing through her hanging black hair, landing on her hands on her knees.

She did not respond.

"10? What's wrong?"

O5-10 shook her head firmly, moved her gaze away from Salt, looked at the Kabbalah chart on the wall, and hesitated to open her mouth.

"O5-10?"

O5-10 did not move her gaze.

"Light is a mistake—if we replace her now," she began to say, "……others will see it as a signal."

"Signal? ……a signal for what?"

"……Weakness." O5-10's voice was intermittent, appearing painful and helpless.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

"It's a signal that the second youngest overseer is making herself the weakest link."

As she spoke, two lines hung down from her eyes.

Salt reached out to wipe them, cooperating with her as much as possible.

"Fuck."

O5-10 roared, stood up, held the edge of the chair to support her body, and walked toward the door.

And Salt was still sitting in the chair motionless.