Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1302

As Serena mercilessly tore through the inner encryptions, Nicholas stood guard, neutralizing the perimeter alarms and seamlessly looping the security footage to blind the entire sub-level.

They moved with terrifying synergy.

Within minutes, the facility's deepest secrets were laid bare.

The Doyle family had merely been a disposable asset. This was Obsidian's true beating heart.

The screen filled with horrifying project manifests.

Obsidian wasn't just working on cellular regeneration.

They were running barbaric live organ harvesting operations and cellular replacement trials.

Neural purification, cerebrospinal extraction, forced organ grafting, compatibility testing on live donors...

And a chilling feasibility study on intellectual transference.

Each project was backed by mountains of blood-soaked data and casualty reports.

Nicholas stared at a specific file, his eyes frozen over. "They aren't just synthesizing drugs."

"No," Serena said coldly. "They want to play God."

"If an organ fails, they replace it. If cells age, they rewrite them."

"They are building a custom chop-shop for the global elite to buy new 'parts' whenever their own bodies start failing."

*Click.*

Serena decrypted a highly classified folder.

The title read: *Project Cognitus*.

The file logged the neural activity of high-IQ specimens and contained several conclusions stamped in bright red.

Nicholas frowned. "Are they trying to transfer genius intellect into different hosts?"

"More specifically, they are trying to clone, transfer, and graft neural activity and cognitive processing power," Serena said, her voice dripping with venom. "It's still unstable, but they are actively testing it on humans."

She let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "They really just see us as spare parts."

She scrolled further down.

Serena's eyes tracked down the screen, stopping at the Elyndor roster.

Several of her teammates were marked for harvest.

Lydia Brooks. Caleb Sommers. Vanessa Vance.

And right at the top was her own name.

Nicholas stared at the list, his jaw locked tight. "They planned to take every single finalist and throw them in those tanks."

"Yeah," Serena whispered, her voice sharper than a blade. "This whole event was a hunting ground."

"They aren't looking for champions. They're picking out their next specimens."

They kept digging.

Bypassing a final biometric lock, they accessed the most restricted file in the database.

When Serena read it, genuine horror flickered in her eyes.