After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Hermann's facial muscles twitched, and his polite smile froze completely.

Zhou Ran walked to the front of the cryogenic chamber.

Sample One stared at him through the cracked transparent bulkhead.

The body has no head, but an eye is open on its chest.

That eye was empty and devoid of anything, only possessing a cold, indifferent scrutiny.

Sample number one spoke again, and the voice was still Chen Ya's.

"Zhou Ran".

"Are you going to interrogate me?"

Zhou Ran looked at it.

"right."

"You have evidence."

"I have a pen."

The sample remained silent for a moment.

The black eye on his chest slowly turned towards Chen Ya.

Its voice changed.

No longer like Chen Ya, no longer like a child, but like countless broken sounds superimposed together.

"The so-called backup plan is not a key at all."

The voice paused, then uttered two words.

"scabbard."

A burning pain shot through Chen Ya's palm.

She lowered her head.

A black and gold pattern emerged from the depths of the palm, exactly the same as the eye slit on Sample No. 1's chest.

The lines on her palms moved in response, perfectly matching the beating of Sample Number One's chest.

The black and gold patterns on Chen Ya's palm twitched.

Beneath the floor of the hall, the eye slit on Sample Number One's chest twitched as well.

The two voices, separated by more than ten meters, reached everyone's ears at the same time.

thump.

Like a heartbeat.

It's like an agreement that has been dormant for 30,000 years, finally being opened by someone.

Zhou Ran reached out and grabbed Chen Ya's wrist.

Chen Ya raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't touch it yet."

Zhou Ran looked at her.

"It's picking you up."

"I know."

Chen Ya's voice was steady, but blood was seeping from her palms.

The black and gold lines spread upwards along the palm lines, like an automatically unfolding contract.

Hermann's breathing became noticeably heavier.

He looked at Chen Ya, and the suppressed eagerness in his eyes resurfaced.

"finally."

He slowly stood up.

"Ms. Chen Ya, the authority to act as a backup plan for the Emperor's heirs was neither granted by the White Tower nor by the Council."

It always belonged to you.

Chen Ya didn't look at him, but only at the pulsating lines on her palm.

"Didn't you just say you were the guards?"

Hermann smiled.

"The caretaker's duty is to wait for the successor."

"Inherit what?"

"The White Pagoda".

Herman reached out, and the head of the White Tower Biological Experiment immediately placed a black tablet on the table.

The tablet automatically unfolded, projecting an unsigned agreement.

The agreement title has only four characters.

[Deed of Inheritance.]

Below it are densely packed black and gold characters.

The heir gains full control of White Tower Island.

The heir acquires supreme management rights over Imperial Prince Sample No. 1.

The heirs bear the responsibility for enforcing the cleaning rules.

The heirs will bear all consequences arising from the sample's revival.

The heirs will receive oversight and assistance from the White Pagoda Council.

After reading it, Chen Ya's finger stopped at the last line.

She actually laughed out loud.

Hermann's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"What's the problem?"

Chen Ya looked up.

"There are too many problems."

She pulled the agreement in front of her and turned to the second page.

"First, forty percent of all the expenses on White Tower Island over the past eleven years, including the funds for maintaining samples, cryogenic chambers, soul coffins, and human experiments, came from Sheng Hui Asia Region."

"The assets of Sheng Hui Asia have been taken over by Qing Hui Medical Trust."

She looked at Herman.

"You used money that rightfully belonged to Qinghui to raise these things, and now you expect me to inherit them?"

Hermann replied dismissively, "The source of funds will not affect the inheritance."

Chen Ya nodded.

"Then let's continue."

She turned to the third page.

"Secondly, the origin of Imperial Son Sample No. 1 is unknown, the origin of the skeleton is unknown, the experimental process is unknown, it is unknown whether the sample has a personality, and it is unknown whether it is a living organism."

"You do not have proof of ownership."

"No documents were kept."

"No legitimate source."

"They can't even produce a decent handover record."

She pushed the agreement back.

"What am I to inherit?"

"Inheriting a mess of dubious origins, stained with blood, and poised to explode at any moment?"

The legal director of White Tower stood up abruptly, his face ashen, and forcefully argued: "White Tower Island is not bound by any external jurisdiction."

Chen Ya turned to look at him.

"Then why did you give me the agreement?"

The general counsel was speechless for a moment.

Chen Ya continued, "Since they are not bound by the law, we can just rob them directly."

Since you require signatures, authorization, transfer, and a responsible party, it means you also know that this thing isn't some divine gift.

She pointed out incisively: "What you need is a legitimate debtor."

Hermann's smile faded.

Chen Ya turned to the last page.

"third."

"This agreement makes me bear all the consequences, but allows the White Tower Council to retain the right to assist in oversight."

"To put it another way, I'll take the blame, and you guys will continue to reap the benefits."

She closed the agreement.

"Mr. Herman."

"Do you, as the chairman, think the Emperor's backup plan is stupid, or do you think all women are stupid?"

Xiao Rou lowered her head, and the corner of her lips twitched slightly.

Qin San turned his face away and held back.

Gu Li stood behind and asked Xuan Ying in a low voice, "Is she swearing?"

Xuan Ying looked at Herman's face, which had turned pale instantly.

"No."

"She is using words to strip him of his luck."

Herman stared intently at Chen Ya, without reacting, but the fervor in his cloudy eyes had completely faded, leaving only an unsettling gloom.

"Ms. Chen Ya."

"You don't understand the significance of the Emperor's contingency plan."

"By rejecting this agreement, you are rejecting Earth's only chance to survive."

"Then let me ask you a question first," Chen Ya said.

"Have any members of the White Tower Council received injections of the Imperial Bone Factor?"

Herman did not answer.

Chen Ya pulled a stack of documents out of the briefcase.

"Hermann, seven years ago, received an injection of Di Bone Factor."

"The seventh seat, nine years ago, received two injections of the Imperial Bone Factor."

"The Ninth Judge, six years ago, received three injections."

"And your board members' families, external donors, and members of the Immortal Club."

"The core project of the White Tower over the past eleven years has not been guarding, monitoring, or saving the planet."

She looked up.

"It's for prolonging life."

"You have used the remains of the imperial prince as medicine."

Hermann tapped his fingers on the table.

"We did take some necessary measures to maintain the lifespan of the caretakers."

"Necessary measures?" Chen Ya asked rhetorically.

"You use children as test subjects, conduct rejection experiments on people with special constitutions, and stuff the Elder of Penglai into a soul coffin as an energy source—and you call these necessary measures?"

Hermann remained silent for a moment.

Those who achieve great things must always bear the consequences.

"Have you ever taken responsibility for this?" Chen Ya asked.

Herman looked at her.

Chen Ya's voice remained unchanged.

"Of the deceased on the list, which one is your son, which one is your daughter, and which one is yourself?"

"You yourselves never bear the consequences."

Chen Ya's voice echoed in the hall, "You only write the price after other people's names."

In the hall, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

The black eye on Sample Number One's chest rotated slightly.

It's as if it's recording, and also as if it's analyzing every word Chen Ya says.