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Chapter 92: Contact Again

Deep into the night, in the wealthy coastal area of Cape Town, a private manor that was as luxurious as a royal palace was shrouded in a strange silence .

It was as heavily guarded as a palace . One could hardly take one step without running into a sentry or a guard . Dozens of bodyguards dressed in black patrolled tirelessly within the grounds, alert to even the tiniest movement of a blade of grass .

In the heart of the private estate, in a bedroom of highest security, a skinny, haggard-looking man lay asleep . There was nothing left of his former glory .

It was Dlamini, who had lost a lot of weight .

If he was once called a lion, then after the kidnapping incident, he had become a cruel, paranoid jackal .

In the past three months, Dlamini’s temperament had changed drastically from a calm, strategizing man to someone who beat and scolded his underlings at every turn . Some of his cronies, due to certain minor mistakes, were even tied up in burlap sacks and drowned in the sea .

He was visibly much thinner . His once sturdy frame had gradually shrunk . Add this to his frost-white complexion, and anyone would believe that he was seventy years old, let alone fifty .

Everyone found that Dlamini had changed . Now, he was afraid of the cold and of light, plagued by a perpetual sense of insecurity . He dared not even go out the door . He just locked himself in his manor all day long, dealing with his own affairs .

Currently, Dlamini was sleeping on the wide oak bed . The room was scented with soothing agarwood but his furrowed brows indicated that he was not sleeping well at the moment .

“Beep, notification of task!”

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical female voice barged into Dlamini’s mind . In an instant, his eyes flew open, filled with endless bloodshot veins .

“You again!”

Dlamini’s pupils contracted as he grumbled in a low voice .

By now, he was no longer in the same pathetic state he was in the first time he heard this voice . After all, he was a formidable character who had held life and death in his hands . Three months was enough for him to prepare for this .

He drew in a deep breath and immediately barked coldly . “Speak!”

“No . Gamma20220001, you’ve received a task from Sigma05 . Please turn on your computer within half an hour to check it . ”

“Turn on the computer?”

Dlamini was silent for a moment . He did not turn on the lights but moved to his desk in the dark and turned on his laptop . “Then?”

“Beep?”

However, before Dlamini could finish his question, the screen of the laptop he had just turned on suddenly went black . The original interface of the laptop transformed into a black and red pattern .

Dlamini squinted and groped around the side of his desk . At last, he took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on .

Only then could he see the image on the laptop .

It was a black and red circular pattern, otherwise known as a logo .

In the logo, two hands were about to touch, set against a blood-red backdrop .

The two hands reached in from both sides of the logo . The one on the left was lower down, while the right one extended an index figure . It was as if the two fingers were about to touch .

The structure and position of this pattern reminded Dlamini of a fresco painting in the Sistine Chapel of Vatican City .

It was a mural called Genesis .

The hand on the left represented the human, Adam while the right hand represented God, Jehovah .

Nevertheless, unlike the mural, the hand representing God in the logo was not a human hand but a fully mechanical structure .

When Dlamini saw this, he suddenly realized that this logo was the symbol of that mysterious organization .

“Mr . Dlamini . ”

Just as Dlamini felt overcome with awe, a human voice rang out from the computer .

“Who’s there?”

Dlamini shuddered and his body tensed up instinctively, but he relaxed again in the next moment . He simply asked in a disbelieving voice, “Who are you? How did you hack into my computer?”

“We’ve met before, Mr . Dlamini . ”

This was what the husky, youthful voice said .

When Dlamini heard this, his pupils shrank . He instantly recalled that gloomy, bloody living room, that cheap, trashy hotel…

It was a nightmare he did not wish to revisit .

“Don’t panic, Mr . Dlamini . Let me introduce myself properly . ”

However, today seemed different . This voice did not seem to be mocking him, only solemnly proclaiming, “I belong to the ‘God’s Forbidden Zone’ organization and I’m one of the members of the Disciple Council . My number is 05 and you can call me —

“Judas . ”

Judas?

Dlamini inhaled sharply . The information in this greeting was explosively momentous . God’s Forbidden Zone, the Disciple Council, code number, and Judas…

What sort of organization had he been dragged into?

“Mr . Dlamini, your current status in the organization is due to a recruitment process I’ve developed . Initially, you belonged to the lowest Delta-level but because you’ve completed the A-level task given by the organization three months ago, we made an exception and promoted you to Gamma-level . ”

The voice slowly said, “I apologize . As your mentor, I haven’t done the best job . I didn’t teach you what to do at the beginning, so I’m determined to give you compensation . ”

After a pause, the voice added . “Of course, you can also choose to refuse . ”

Recruitment process? Compensation?

Dlamini’s throat felt dry . He wanted to burst out yelling at this voice, but his rationality stopped him in time . He could only swallow his frustration and asked hoarsely, “Before that, can I learn more about this organization you speak of?”

“Of course . ”

The voice paused and then said, “Our God’s Forbidden Zone is a group of people who are brought together by their commitment to pursue longevity and even immortality . Our members come from all over the Federation . Whether in the West or the East or right where you are, we’ve made our mark . ”

As the voice spoke, Dlamini noticed the image on the computer had changed and a document appeared . “I’ve sent you our organization’s handbook . But please, don’t try to print it or record it in any other way . Otherwise, you know what will happen . ”

The voice contained no trace of a threat but when Dlamini heard this, he trembled all over . Subconsciously, he touched the back of his neck and his face turned pale .

The document mentioned by the voice was a lengthy agreement . It included the important notes of God’s Forbidden Zone as well as an explanation of the God chip .

Only then did Dlamini understood for the first time what the h*ll was in that wound behind his neck…

“The God chip is a kind of biological brain that assists human beings in work and life . You could say that it’s a sort of technological revolution, an intelligent auxiliary system for the new generation of humans . You can use it to record everything you see and ask it to transmit the video over the network whenever you need it .

“At the same time, it can connect to the Internet anytime and anywhere, looking up information for you or guide you when you encounter a problem .

“When you’re in danger, it can even call the police automatically or take over your body to help you escape or kill your opponent .

“One by one, these functions will become accessible to you as your level in the organization increases…

“This is the God chip . ”

The voice said serenely, “Surely now you understand . The fact that we chose you isn’t a misfortune . It just might be your opportunity for true glory . ”

Finally, the voice said in a hushed tone, “Mr . Dlamini, do you want to become the next Mandela?”

Dlamini’s pupils flared fiercely .