nucmednet Chapter 39 Trial of the Throne
Chapter 39 Trial of the Throne
The polar icebreaker "Polaris" slowly entered the dock at the high seas base, the roar of its engines echoing across the silent sea.
Lin Mo (Lin Yu) helped Su Ya down the gangway. After the baptism of the deep sea of consciousness, Su Ya's face was still pale, but the long-standing confusion and fear in her eyes had dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented clarity. She held Lin Mo's hand tightly, as if to confirm that this was no longer a dream.
Welcome home.
Ah Cha was already waiting at the dock. She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and a dense stream of data pulsed across the screen. "You've missed a good show."
She turned and pointed to the huge display screen that took up an entire wall in the base's lobby.
"What play?"
"A trial." Acha's voice trembled slightly.
Lin Mo and Su Ya looked up.
On the screen, there were no intense gunfights, no bloody scenes, only countless scrolling bullet comments and shockingly edited videos—raw surveillance footage extracted from the core hard drive of "Eden": toddlers struggling in pain in the incubation chamber, scientists coldly recording data, high-ranking officials raising champagne to celebrate the birth of the "perfect creation," and real-time footage of the "Scavenger" team being killed in the ruins.
"I hacked into all the mainstream media and social media platforms around the world, and even the private communication channels of those powerful people." Acha quickly pressed the enter key. "Three minutes ago, the evidence of the 'Phoenix' organization's crimes spread like a virus to every corner of the world."
The scene suddenly changed.
The camera focused on a lavish, opulent conference room. Several "Phoenix" board members, once powerful figures on the dark web, were now being pinned to the ground by fully armed special police, their handcuffs tied behind their backs. Their ties were askew, their usual arrogance completely gone, replaced by expressions of terror and disbelief.
In the corner of the screen, a figure blurred out was frantically slamming the table and letting out a silent roar—that was "Doctor".
"The storm of public opinion has overturned their nest." Acha coldly looked at the captured dignitaries on the screen. "Governments around the world, under pressure, have had to intervene publicly. Phoenix's funding chain has broken, and its sanctuary has collapsed. They are no longer the high and mighty gods, but rats that everyone wants to kill."
Looking at the familiar faces on the screen, Lin Mo felt no elation, only a sense of weariness as if the dust had settled.
Where is he?
"In the 'Ice Chamber'." Acha pushed open the heavy iron door leading to the underground prison area. "He's waiting for you."
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The Ice Room is the deepest interrogation room in the base, where the temperature is kept below zero year-round.
The "Doctor" was strapped to a specially made metal chair. He had no injuries, but he looked more disheveled than ever before. His hair was gray and messy, and his eyes were cloudy as he stared intently at the closed door.
The door opened.
Lin Mo strode in, carrying a tactical blade that had just finished a killing spree. The blade still bore the blood of the "Scavenger" leader, gleaming crimson under the cold light.
He didn't say anything, but walked up to the doctor and slowly bent down.
The doctor shuddered and instinctively tried to back away, but the restraints held him tightly.
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"You lost." Lin Mo's voice was eerily calm. He gently placed the blood-stained blade on the table in front of the Doctor, making a crisp "clang" sound.
The sound was like a heavy hammer, striking the doctor's heart hard.
"You lost, not because of your skills, nor because of your strength." Lin Mo pointed to the screen, which was showing a live broadcast of a global press conference, where countless victims' families were crying and accusing each other in front of the camera. "You lost because you will never understand that what makes us human is not perfect genes, but the 'stupidity' of having the ability to bleed, to shed tears, and to fight back to protect each other."
"Shut up...you failures..." The doctor's lips trembled as he tried to maintain his last shred of dignity, but the fear in his eyes betrayed him.
"The law will judge you, history will judge you, and I..." Lin Mo leaned down and whispered in the doctor's ear, "I spared your life. I'll let you live to watch the empire you built crumble, to watch the people you considered ants trample you underfoot."
He straightened up, turned and walked towards the door.
"Suya," Lin Mo stopped at the doorway and turned to look at her younger sister, who had been standing in the shadows, "would you like to come in?"
Suya walked in slowly.
When the doctor saw that face, so different from the countless failed experiments on his lab table, he finally broke down. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only tears and snot mingled and flowed down the face that had once proclaimed itself the "creator."
That was the cruelest form of punishment.
Suya didn't speak; she simply watched the man who had ruined her childhood and implanted nightmares in her. Then, she reached out and gently grasped Lin Mo's fingers.
"Let's go, brother."
The two walked out of the ice room side by side.
The heavy iron gate slowly closed, completely shutting out the doctor's desperate sobs.
At the end of the corridor, sunlight streamed through the porthole onto the floor. Lin Mo glanced back at the cold iron door, then at her real sister beside her.
The revenge is over.
But life is just beginning.