Chapter 149

The fading sunset streamed through the tall windows of the auto repair shop, slicing through the dust motes suspended in the air.

The space was thick with the distinctive scent of motor oil, metal, and leather.

Robyn stood beside a heavy-duty motorcycle, her long, toned legs on full display in the open air.

Her shorts barely reached the top of her thighs. In the amber light, her legs gleamed with a smooth, supple sheen—their muscle definition firm yet graceful, radiating an untamed, powerful energy.

Wrench in hand, she leaned forward slightly, bent over the bike's fuel tank to inspect the engine.

It was a scene that packed a visual punch.

The edge of her ultra-short hot pants traced a breathtaking curve along her hips as she leaned down.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows across her sun-kissed skin.

Her brow furrowed slightly in concentration, her expression cool and focused. A few strands of long hair fell against her cheek, brushing lightly against the cold metal frame with each breath.

Just then, her phone rang.

She pulled it out, and the moment she saw the caller ID, her eyes lit up.

She answered quickly.

"It's me."

A deep voice came through the line.

Just hearing it, Robyn couldn't help but picture the face of that rebellious man.

"Yeah."

Robyn nodded slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth—one she didn't even realize was there.

"I remember you're a top student at Harmony College. You studied biotechnology, right?"

Jack's voice came through the phone.

"That's right." Robyn nodded quickly.

"I've got something here. I need you to take a look at it for me."

"Send it over. I'll check it out." Robyn's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in her voice. She stayed bent over the bike's tank, simply switching the phone to her other ear. Her free hand absentmindedly traced over the motorcycle's cold metal surface.

There was a brief silence on the other end.

Then her phone buzzed.

She straightened up and opened the screen. Photos.

The images showed various lab equipment, along with data…

Robyn's pupils constricted sharply.

She recognized these things.

Or rather, she'd seen fragments about them before—buried deep in Harmony College's most classified archives.

"This is…"

Her voice dropped instinctively, tinged with disbelief and shock.

"Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about where I got it." Jack's voice remained low and calm, but Robyn could hear something simmering beneath that composure—some suppressed emotion. "I just want to know if you understand what these things represent."

Robyn took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She leaned back over the bike, bringing the phone screen close to her eyes, carefully examining every detail in the photos.

"From what I'm seeing, these are related to human consciousness rebirth."

"But experiments like this violate ethical standards. They've been banned internationally."

"Human consciousness rebirth?" Jack's brow furrowed slightly.

"It means transferring one person's consciousness into another person's body—essentially achieving immortality!" Robyn explained.

Robyn bit her lower lip, her voice carrying a rare note of gravity.

She continued scrolling through the screen, her fingertips quickly skimming over the dense brainwave frequencies and neural synapse connection diagrams.

"Based on the data models in these photos, this technology attempts to extract memories from the human hippocampus, convert them into digital signals, and then inject them into another healthy body…"

She paused here, her brow knitting tighter.

"But the body receiving the consciousness has to be empty—meaning before the memory transfer, they'd need to erase the existing consciousness of the host body."

"That's no different from murder."

"This is illegal."

"These experiments were shut down a long time ago. How did you get your hands on this?"

Imperial City.

Listening to Robyn's words, Jack's brow furrowed slightly.

Rebirth project.

Memory transfer.

So that's what they were working on.

The members of The Illuminati were the wealthiest, most powerful people in the world.

These people had endless wealth and luxury at their fingertips.

Once they had everything the world could offer, the one thing they feared most was death.

To cling forever to their boundless wealth and power, this group of lunatics hidden at the top of the pyramid didn't hesitate to tear off their masks of virtue and conduct the filthiest transactions in the shadows.

All to achieve immortality.

That's why they created Fidelity Tower Technologies and Karina Tech—to research this kind of unspeakable work.

Jack suspected his adoptive father, William, might have possessed some critical technology but refused to collaborate with them—or perhaps he'd uncovered evidence of their crimes and wanted to expose them. That's why they killed him.

Jack's gaze instantly turned cold, a fierce killing intent churning in his eyes.

After all this time investigating, he was finally getting somewhere.

"Are you certain?" Jack took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous impulse rising in his chest as he asked Robyn.

Jack didn't understand this field himself.

So he could only rely on professionals.

"I need more data." Robyn thought for a moment before speaking.

Actually, from these materials alone, she already knew the general research direction.

But science required precision.

Things that seemed identical could differ slightly and end up being completely different.

So she didn't dare jump to conclusions lightly.

"As I said before, I saved your dad. But when I need you, you help me. That was the deal."

Jack spoke calmly. "I think it's time for you to repay me."

Viridis State.

Hearing Jack's words, Robyn stepped away from the motorcycle.

She placed one hand on her hip and leaned back slightly.

The movement pulled her body into a taut, tension-filled arch. The already ultra-short hot pants rode up even higher with her backward tilt, fully exposing those straight, toned, impossibly sexy legs in the light.

Her sun-kissed skin glowed with a smooth, supple sheen under the fading sunset. The firm muscle definition in her thighs radiated a wild, powerful energy, yet softened into something dangerously alluring at her slender waist.

A lazy smile curved Robyn's lips as she spoke coolly into the phone. "Address."

After Jack gave her the location, Robyn nodded. "I'll be there in two days."

But after she finished speaking, she realized he'd already hung up.

Hearing the dial tone buzzing in her ear, Robyn bit her lower lip in annoyance, a flash of lively irritation crossing her cool, refined features.

She casually shoved her phone into the pocket of her hot pants and straightened up.

As she stood, her tense body relaxed, revealing breathtaking, heart-stopping curves.

She raised her hand and irritably swept the hair falling against her cheek back behind her head, exposing her slender neck and a faint flush rising from her frustration.

Then Robyn turned and walked into the house, calling out to the old man inside. "Dad, I need to go to Imperial City…"