A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Dr. Alizee Lenore stared at the swaying base above the isolation platform, and for a few seconds she wondered if she was hallucinating.

The Holy Grail!

The artifact, codenamed "Holy Grail," excavated from the ruins of the Third Civilization, has disappeared.

She was only gone for a few seconds, how could she have disappeared?

There was no explosion, no other anomalies, and even the seventeen layers of binding fields surrounding it remained intact, as if the thing had never existed.

"The Holy Grail...missing." She heard her own voice, dry and strained, squeezed out of her throat and transmitted through the communicator to every corner of the control room.

The control room fell into dead silence. All the researchers stood frozen, staring at the monitor screens. The isolation platform on the screens was empty.

"Security! Immediately seal off the entire 'Sanctuary'! No, seal off the entire third basement level! No one is allowed to enter or leave!" Alizee whirled around and roared into the communication channel, "Retrieve all surveillance footage! Starting from thirty seconds before the Holy Grail disappeared, check every single frame!"

The alarm blared from red to the highest level, purple, its piercing siren piercing through layers of alloy doors. The heavy hydraulic doors slammed shut, completely isolating the "Sanctuary" from the outside world. Armed guards poured out from both sides of the passageway, guns pointed in every possible direction, even though they had no idea where the enemy was.

The technical director rushed to the control panel, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

A few seconds later, his face turned deathly pale.

"Doctor... the security system—no, the main unit—has been damaged..."

"The main unit is damaged? How is that possible?" Alizee stared in disbelief at the completely black screen, which was devoid of even a speck of noise.

This is the most heavily guarded place on Earth, how could the main components have been damaged?

A technician skillfully disassembled the main unit, and the contents inside left everyone speechless.

Almost all the circuits had been cut with a sharp instrument, and the main hard drive and other secondary hard drives were charred black and emitted a foul smell.

"this……"

"The data cables were all cut, the hard drives were completely burned, and a corrosive liquid similar to sulfuric acid was poured on them. It's impossible to recover them."

The technician stared blankly at the scene before him, completely bewildered.

This……

How is that possible?!

"There's a mole, there must be a mole!"

Almost simultaneously, Alizee let out a sharp scream.

In a short time, her chaotic thoughts finally returned to normal, and she realized the seriousness of the matter, making the choice that was most beneficial to her.

Although her family is very powerful in Gaul, the "Sanctuary" laboratory does not belong to Gaul alone, but to the North Sea Alliance, with the Western Eagle holding the lion's share. As the person in charge of the "Sanctuary," she must take responsibility for such a big incident.

However, the extent of responsibility depends on the circumstances.

If something happens and losses are incurred, but she knows nothing about it and can't give any explanation, then she'll be burdened with a scapegoat that could destroy her.

However, if she finds out the cause of the incident, catches the culprit, and proves that she was not the one who caused it, then her responsibility can be greatly reduced.

So, in that instant, her thoughts jumped directly from finding the truth to shirking responsibility.

"Guards! Guards!!"

She screamed, and soon a large number of guards poured into the control room.

"With something like this happening, there must be a mole or a spy within our ranks. Everyone who was in the control room must remain and undergo investigation." Her voice turned icy. "Major Mason, you are in charge of this matter."

"Yes, Doctor!" Major Mason, a fierce-looking man in his thirties, received the order and swept his menacing gaze around. All the researchers who met his eyes involuntarily shrank back.

Her demeanor is too fierce.

No one dared to object to Alizee's decision, because they all knew very well that it was the most appropriate way to handle the situation. This was one of the highest-security underground laboratories in the North Sea Alliance, not anywhere else. No one could penetrate 30 meters of ground, multiple alloy armor, electromagnetic shielding layers, and energy fields so silently and accurately take the Holy Grail, and then destroy the main control system. It was impossible!

Just then, Alizee's phone rang. After glancing at the number, her worry deepened.

This is a direct connection to the Crisis Response Office of the French Ministry of the Interior.

Are you that well-informed? How did you get information about this place so quickly?

Sure enough, there really was a mole in the lab!

She took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Dr. Renault, this is Matthew, Special Advisor to the Ministry of the Interior." A slightly anxious male voice came through. "The riots in Tower City are getting out of control. The protests have turned into a full-blown riot. Indiscriminate attacks and vandalism have occurred in several blocks. The police can no longer control the situation, and the National Guard is being mobilized..."

"What does this have to do with me?!" Alizee's heart tightened, and a vague guess formed in her mind: "Isn't this a matter for your Ministry of the Interior?"

"Some of the rioters displayed an aggression and resilience far exceeding that of ordinary people, continuing their charge even after being hit by several non-lethal bullets. This is exactly the same behavior as those lunatics during the Louvre fire two years ago." Matthew paused, lowering his voice, "Doctor, on your side... is the condition of the Holy Grail stable? Is it possible... that some kind of leak or resonance has occurred?"

Alizee's eyes narrowed, and her left hand involuntarily clenched.

The time is too close!

The timing of the riots in Eiffel Tower coincided perfectly with the unusual activity of the Holy Grail. She was almost certain that the chaos in Eiffel Tower was due to the Holy Grail's leakage affecting those who took to the streets.

But now that the Holy Grail is gone, she can no longer admit it, since even if it really was the Holy Grail's fault, the evidence is gone.

Moreover, based on the experience from last time, as the Holy Grail disappears, the out-of-control crowd will gradually regain their rationality. The problem in Eiffel Tower City is not difficult to solve; the problem in the Sanctuary Laboratory is the one that is difficult to solve.

"Advisor Matthew," she said, making her voice sound steady but slightly tired, "all monitoring data within the 'Sanctuary' is within safe limits. There's also no abnormal energy leakage from the Holy Grail. The situation in Tower City is most likely the result of false rumors, mass hysteria, and a mixture of extreme emotions. I suggest you focus on restoring order, and use more powerful sedation methods if necessary."

After hanging up the communication, she took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the main control room, and scanned the dozen or so researchers. She no longer wanted to investigate the truth. For her personally, the truth was no longer important. What was important now was to find a mole to take the blame for most of the Sanctuary's responsibility. Hmm, it would be better if this mole was from the Western Eagle Empire, so that it would be easier to explain.

"The Western Eagle Empire!" Her mind had completely calmed down by now. Her gaze finally settled on a balding middle-aged man. The information about this doctoral researcher flashed through her mind, and she smiled with relief.