Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1631

The disruptor didn't harm the human body in the slightest.

It bonded perfectly with the oxygen molecules, leaving zero chemical trace.

It didn't matter how state-of-the-art the ship's filtration systems were, they simply weren't programmed to detect it.

The sole purpose of the Ether-Void Disruptor was to blind the sensory inputs of every single electronic life-support machine inside the vault.

And...

To trigger a massive, localized spike in the ambient room temperature within a matter of minutes.

Serena tapped a command on the main console, accelerating the airflow in that specific shaft.

The invisible vapor rushed swiftly through the ductwork.

Spilling directly into the containment cell housing Specimen Fourteen.

Serena leaned back against the control panel, crossing her arms with a lazy, predatory confidence.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

...

Meanwhile, deep inside the inner Sanctum Vault.

A team of technicians in black hazmat suits stood guard outside a heavy steel blast door.

Behind the door lay a completely isolated holding cell.

It lacked the standard ship identifiers.

Instead, a massive, glaring number was painted on the wall: 14.

Dozens of life-support machines encircled a massive, cylindrical tank—The Genesis Cradle.

Inside, a tall figure floated suspended in a haunting, bioluminescent blue fluid.

Thick tubes tethered the figure to the machinery.

The subject's eyes were sealed shut, and stark, creeping black veins marred the surface of their pale skin.

A bank of monitors tracked Specimen Fourteen's vitals in real-time.

Everything had been perfectly stable.

Until suddenly.

He roared over the sirens. "Don't just stand there! Figure out what's causing this and stabilize the goddamn feed!"

The operator hammered away at the keyboard, desperately punching in override commands.

But no matter what he typed.

The machinery refused to respond.

It was getting worse.

As the heat inside the cell rapidly climbed.

Specimen Fourteen's fingers twitched inside The Genesis Cradle, curling slowly into fists.

The grotesque black veins branching across their skin began to writhe and spread as if suddenly coming alive.

The operator went pale. "It's no use! The system is totally dead! If we don't fix this now, Fourteen is going to wake up early!"

Swearing violently, the lead technician shoved the man aside and slammed his fist down on the manual hard-reset button.

Nothing. The console remained frozen.

It was completely unresponsive.

The operator stammered, terrified. "The mainframe... it's completely shot. We're locked out..."