Revenge After Death

"Dr. Jones!" The security guard rushed out to check on Peter and dialed 911.

I stood frozen in place, my fingers tingling with numbness.

Despite Peter's significant role in the organization, he was also marked for elimination...

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of despicable people I was dealing with. For the first time, fear and terror engulfed me.

To those echelons, crashing us was as easy as squashing ants.

"This world is like a colossal ant hill, with clear divisions and a rigid hierarchy. The interests of the upper echelons can't be infringed upon. Anyone who dares to cross their path meets certain death."

Peter's earlier words echoed in my mind.

The entanglement of capitalists, the geopolitical tensions, even the conflicts among neighbors and colleagues... Every individual harbored their own ambitions and shadows, which shifted and magnified depending on their position.

"Steven, tell me, how can I distinguish what's real from what's not, especially when it comes to Stephany and me?" I asked softly, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Everyone is the protagonist of their own world; others are just NPCs," Steven replied, his grip on my hand firm. "You're the protagonist in my world, now and forever. And I refuse to be just an NPC in yours."

"What if... I'm not Stephanie Carlson?" I fixed my gaze on him, searching for answers.

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I felt a tingling sensation on my nose, and my throat was burning. I lifted Steven's face with my hands, pressing his forehead against mine.

He had endured so much for Stephanie Carlson, sacrificing greatly on her behalf. What if everything he had done thus far turned out to be in vain? What should he do?

The thought tore my heart as if it were being ripped into pieces.

I couldn't be certain whether I was merely memories of Stephanie Carlson or perhaps her very soul... In fact, I wasn't even sure I was Stephanie Carlson herself anymore.

I felt as if the entire world was but an illusion woven by someone, an experiment.

"You're Stephie," Steven asserted, his confidence unwavering.

I couldn't discern whether his words reflected truth or if he was simply convincing himself.

"From a scientific perspective, both soul reincarnation and the existence of a parallel timeline are plausible. We can't dismiss the unknown but scientifically feasible phenomena..." Steven guided me to a secluded comer, gently cradling my face. "Don't worry, Stephie. I'll protect you, just as I always have."

Throughout the past, present, and perhaps even the future, Steven had remained steadfast in his protection of me.

The ambulance arrived and rushed Peter to the hospital. We followed closely, only to learn that while Peter survived, the odds of him regaining consciousness were slim.

Despite Peter's significant contributions to Genome Society, he was disposed of. He was discarded as if he were no longer of use to them.

It seemed Yasmin's contraction of AIDS marked not her end but the start of her nightmare. With Peter's demise, she would likely live in constant fear, seeking refuge with Michael. He was her sole remaining source of reliability. She could only hope that he could shield her from the organization's wrath.

"Steven, you now understand that seeking the truth through conventional means is futile, don't you? Join forces with us, and together, we can expose those responsible for Genome Society."

As we exited the hospital, we encountered Jimmy once again.

"You received the news quite promptly..." I regarded him with suspicion, finding his swift arrival after Peter's hospitalization rather peculiar...