Late at night, in the wealthy coastal area of Cape Town, inside a private manor that was as luxurious as a royal palace, an eerie silence permeated the air.
Just like a heavily-guarded palace, there was a sentry every few steps. Dozens of bodyguards in black patrolled the vast manor tirelessly, alert for any sign of trouble.
In the heart of the private manor, in the most heavily guarded bedroom, a bony man with a haggard face was lying on the bed, fast asleep. There was no trace of his former glory.
It was Dlamini, who had lost a lot of weight.
If he had once been a lion, then after the kidnapping incident, he had become a cruel and paranoid jackal.
Over the past three months, Dlamini's temperament had changed drastically. From the strategist he once was, he now beat and scolded his subordinates at every turn. There were even a few trusted aides who were tied up in sacks and thrown into the sea because of some minor mistake.
He had visibly thinned out. His once strong body was gradually hunched over. Add to that his face was as pale as frost. Now, people would believe that he was seventy years old, much less fifty.
Everyone noticed that Dlamini had changed. Now, he was afraid of the cold and the light, strongly lacking a sense of security. He did not even step out of his room. All he did was lock himself up in his manor to handle affairs.
At this time, Dlamini was fast asleep on a wide oak bed. The room was lit with soothing incense, but the constant frown on his face indicated that he was not sleeping soundly.
"Ding! Notification of mission release!"
Suddenly, a cold, mechanical female voice broke into Dlamini's mind. In an instant, Dlamini opened his eyes, which were filled with endless blood vessels.
"You again!"
Dlamini's pupils contracted as he murmured.
At this time, he was no longer as flustered as he was when he first heard this voice. After all, he was a formidable character who held the power of life and death in his hands. Three months was enough for him to prepare for this.
He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Speak!"
"Number Gamma 20220001, you have received a mission from Number Sigma05. Please turn on your computer within half an hour to check."
"Turn on my computer?"
Dlamini was silent for a moment. He did not turn on the lights, but groped his way to his desk in the dark and turned on the laptop. "And then?"
"Di!"
However, before Dlamini could finish his question, the computer screen that had just been booted suddenly went black. The original interface of the computer turned into a black-and-red pattern.
Dlamini narrowed his eyes. He reached for the table and finally pulled out a pair of reading glasses and put them on.
Only then did he see the picture on the computer clearly.
It was a black and red circular pattern, or rather, a logo.
The logo consisted of two hands that were about to touch and a blood-red background.
Two hands were placed on either side of the logo. At this time, the left hand was slightly drooping, while the right hand had its index finger extended, as if the two fingers would connect in the next moment.
Be it the structure or the position of the pattern, it reminded Dlamini of the mural in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.
It was a mural called Genesis.
The left hand represented the human Adam, and the right hand represented God Yahweh.
However, unlike the mural, the hand that represented God on the logo was not in the shape of a human, but a mechanical structure.
Seeing this, Dlamini immediately realized that this logo was the logo of that mysterious organization.
"Mr. Dlamini."
However, just as Dlamini was sighing with emotion, a voice suddenly rang out on the computer.
"Who is it!"
Dlamini shuddered and his entire body tensed instinctively. However, he immediately relaxed again and asked in a somewhat incredulous tone, "Who are you? How did you break into my computer?"
"We've met before, Mr. Dlamini."
However, this was what the hoarse and youthful voice said.
Hearing this, Dlamini's pupils shrank. He instantly recalled that dark and bloody living room, that cheap, low-quality hotel...
It was a nightmare that he did not want to recall.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dlamini. Let me formally introduce myself."
However, unlike that day, the owner of this voice did not make fun of him. Instead, he said solemnly, "I belong to the 'God's Forbidden Zone' organization and am a member of the Disciple Council. My number is 05, you can call me —"
"Judas."
Judas?
Dlamini inhaled sharply. The amount of information in this sentence was mind-blowing. God's Forbidden Zone, Disciple Council, numbers, and Judas...
Just what kind of organization had he gotten himself involved in?
"Mr. Dlamini, your current identity is an underling that I've developed. Originally, you belonged to the lowest Delta-level in the organization, but because you've successfully completed the A-level mission issued by the organization three months ago, you've been promoted to Gamma-level as an exception."
The voice said slowly, "I'm very sorry that I'm not qualified to be your mentor. I didn't teach you what to do at the first opportunity, so I've decided to give you some compensation."
After a pause, the voice added, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse."
Underling? Compensation?
Dlamini felt his mouth go dry. He really wanted to yell at this voice, but reason stopped him in time. He could only swallow the grievance in his heart and ask again in a hoarse voice, "Before that, can I first understand this organization you speak of?"
"Of course."
The voice paused before continuing, "Our God's Forbidden Zone is a group of people who are dedicated to the pursuit of longevity and even immortality. Our members come from all over the Federation. Whether it's Europe, America, the East, or even here, our traces can be found everywhere."
As the voice spoke, Dlamini suddenly saw the image on the computer screen change and a document appeared. "I've sent you the organization's handbook, but please don't try to print it or record it in any other way. Otherwise, you know what will happen."
There was not a hint of warning in the voice, but when Dlamini heard this, his entire body trembled. He subconsciously touched the back of his neck, his face drained of color.
The other party called it a document, but in reality, it was a long agreement. It contained the precautions for the organization of God's Forbidden Zone, as well as an introduction to the God chip.
It was only then that Dlamini realized for the first time what the hell was inside the wound on his neck...
"The God chip is a biological brain that assists humans in their work and life. You can say that it's a technological revolution, a new generation of intelligent assistance systems for humans. You can use it to record everything you see, and when you need it, let it transmit the video to you via the Internet.
"At the same time, it can connect to the Internet at any time, anywhere, and help you search for any knowledge, or guide you on what to do when you encounter a difficult problem.
"Even when you're in danger, it can automatically call the police, or take over your body, help you escape, or kill your opponent.
"These functions will be unlocked step by step as your rank in the organization increases..."
"This, is the God chip."
The voice said calmly, "Now you should understand. It's not a misfortune that we've chosen you. Perhaps this is precisely the opportunity for you to truly rise."
Finally, the voice suddenly lowered its voice and said, "Mr. Dlamini, do you want to become the next Mandela?"
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