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Deep inside the theater's dark and damp backstage area.
A man in a doctor's white coat, with a sinister look in his eyes, was staring intently at the monitor screen in front of him.
On the screen, the view of the audience seats was changing into rows of static, representing signal interruption, as the energy fluctuated.
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A morbid and fanatical smile gradually appeared on the man's face.
This man is none other than the doctor, Shinkuro Isaka, who is famous in the underworld of Fuuto for his research on freakish hybrids.
"Truly a masterpiece..."
His voice was hoarse, like a venomous snake hissing.
"They've taken 'invisibility' to such an extreme!"
He greedily licked his chapped lips, his eyes filled with possessiveness.
"This technology is mine!"
He was completely absorbed in his own judgment, convinced that Lily had indeed mastered some kind of powerful, unprecedented stealth technology.
Now is the perfect time to retrieve the invisible memory that he personally implanted, which Lily managed to escape, and which he considered a "work of art."
He saw on the last monitor screen that Lily on the stage began to become transparent after the device was activated, and eventually "disappeared" along with the audience.
The stage became completely empty.
Isaka Shinkuro let out a suppressed, sinister laugh. He pushed open the rusty backstage door and walked straight to the empty stage without hesitation.
In his view, the "treasure" he had been dreaming of was lying quietly there.
He was completely unaware that he, this self-proclaimed master hunter, had stepped step by step into a trap meticulously prepared for him by others.
A snake named "Isaka Shinkuro" has been successfully lured out of its hole.
Chapter 80: The Power of Weather
Shinkuro Isaka walked onto the empty stage with great joy.
The lingering warmth of the spotlight had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with a faint scent of perfume and the silence that followed the departure of the audience.
Sure enough, right where Lily had stood gracefully earlier, a memory object lay quietly in a crack in the floor, emitting a faint, almost imperceptible glow.
"Hidden memory".
"Hehehe... What an innocent and adorable woman."
His deep laughter sounded particularly jarring in the empty backstage area.
"How could they just leave such a precious treasure here like that?"
He smiled smugly, every word filled with contempt for the intelligence of his prey and a sense of superior self-satisfaction.
He bent down, his fingertips touching the cold shell of the memory chip, a greedy shiver running up his spine to his brain.
This memory chip was, of course, a bait that Su Chen had specially prepared to lure this greedy fish out of the way—an irresistible lure.
Isaka Shinkuro carefully tucked the memory into his bosom, pressing it tightly against his chest, as if embracing an unparalleled beauty.
He let out a satisfied sigh and was about to turn around and disappear into the deeper shadows backstage.
A calm voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, came from behind him like an icicle, instantly puncturing his smug bubble.
"Doctor, isn't it a bit inappropriate to take something that doesn't belong to you and just leave?"
Shinkuro Isaka's body stiffened abruptly, as if his blood had frozen at that moment.
The sound wasn't loud, but it possessed an undeniable penetrating power, clearly seeping into every pore of his body.
He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
He turned around slowly, inch by inch, his movements stiff as a rusty machine.
In the shadows, a tall, slender figure stood silently, as if he had been one with the darkness from the very beginning.
He had been waiting backstage for a long time.
Su Chen.
The moment he saw Su Chen, the initial shock on Isaka Shinkuro's face quickly faded, replaced by a knowing, sinister smile.
The smile was twisted and crazed, like a wild beast that had discovered a more advanced prey.
"I had a feeling that woman must have a powerful mentor behind her."
His voice became hoarse, filled with a morbid excitement.
"So it was you, the president of 01 Technology."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, making no attempt to hide the greed in his eyes.
His gaze was like the most precise scalpel, cutting back and forth across Su Chen, as if trying to dissect him completely from the inside out.
"That's fine, it saves me the trouble of looking for you again."
He laughed dismissively.
“I’m also very interested in your skills and your physique.”
In his eyes, Su Chen did not seem to be a formidable opponent at all.
Instead, it is a perfect, readily available experimental material with extremely high research value.
"Let me show you the insurmountable chasm between mortal wisdom and true 'Earth's memory'!"
Isaka Shinkuro laughed wildly, his laughter echoing backstage, filled with the madness of someone about to take control of everything.
He took out a golden memory device that emitted terrifying energy fluctuations from the inside pocket of his white coat.
The memory chip resembled a miniature sun, its light dazzling, causing the surrounding air to distort slightly due to its intense heat.
Without hesitation, even with a kind of pilgrimage-like fervor, he aimed the metal interface of the memory chip at the hideous bio-modification interface on the back of his neck and shoved it in hard!
【Weather!】
With a non-human roar filled with pain and pleasure, an astonishing energy storm erupted from the center of Isaka Shinkuro!
Golden arcs of electricity surged wildly across his body, and a powerful airflow instantly blew away all the dust and debris on the ground, creating a vacuum zone.
His body began to change drastically.
The blood vessels beneath his skin burst forth, emitting an ominous golden light. Then, his epidermis rapidly keratinized, becoming as hard and dull as a weathered rock.
The eerie patterns representing wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, like living things, roamed and spread across his skin, eventually taking shape and radiating a chilling aura.
The powerful WeatherDopant has arrived!
"Hahahaha!"
After completing his transformation, Isaka Shinkuro let out a deafening burst of maniacal laughter; his voice had become deep and heavy, like thunder.
He simply waved his hand casually.
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept through the entire backstage area!
The old curtain was instantly torn to shreds, and the heavy set props were blown about, making harsh friction and collision noises.
This is just the beginning.
He slowly raised his arm, his rock-patterned fingers pointing contemptuously at the theater's heavy concrete ceiling.
"Boom!"
A ghastly white bolt of lightning, thicker than an arm, tore through the air and appeared out of thin air in the room, instantly splitting a shocking hole in the thick ceiling!
Gravel and steel bars fell like a torrential rain, crashing to the ground and stirring up clouds of dust.
Moonlight and cold wind poured in through the hole, illuminating his inhuman, hideous face.
“Feel the fear!”
Shinkuro Isaka spread his arms wide, like a god who controls the world, enjoying the destructive scene he had created.
"I will use this wind and thunder to turn you and this eyesore of a backer into dust!"
A destructive force raged wildly within the enclosed backstage space.
The wind howled and lightning flashed.
Faced with this terrifying scene, comparable to a natural disaster, Su Chen showed not a trace of fear.
At the eye of the storm, he stood quietly, not even the hem of his clothes fluttering.
A faint, playful smile was even reflected in those dark eyes.
The gale tore apart the fragile set backstage, emitting a shrill, howling sound.
Blinding electric light leaped wildly between the spiderweb-like steel frames, each flash illuminating the acrid dust that filled the air with every detail.
The entire backstage area of the theater, under the combined influence of the weather, has been completely transformed into a desolate wasteland ravaged by storms and thunderous roars.
However, in the heart of this chaos, Su Chen's figure became the only fixed point.
The howling wind couldn't even lift a hair from his clothes.
Even the burst of lightning couldn't shake his gaze.
He stared silently at Isaka Shinkuro, who stood before him with his arms outstretched, seemingly in complete control, and was lost in a maniacal laugh.
A playful smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth.
"The power of weather..."
Su Chen calmly offered his evaluation.
"That's indeed considerable power."
His tone was so relaxed, as if he were commenting on a freshly cooked home-style dish, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding apocalyptic scene.
"Perfect timing, I also want to try out my new toy and see how powerful it really is."
These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing all of Isaka Shinkuro's fervor.
His laughter stopped abruptly.