"Ciel, you acted faster than I did."
Venus let out a disappointed sigh. So it turned out that Ciel didn’t just restore Vu Trang Van’s memories but also overwrote a part of them. He had altered the memory of her leg injury. Her dream was to defeat Je T’aime just once, but in the end, she still lost. That person always saw through everything. He was always so formidable, making people both love and hate him. This time, he had even decided to sacrifice a pawn. The entire development team of Asian’s Whisper had been used as disposable pieces. Something like this had never happened in the organization before. Perhaps Nguyen Dac Cuong had done something to anger him.
Someone who could predict every move of others—yet even he could be provoked to such fury?
Just a few days ago, she had even been falsely accused of heroin trafficking and had a run-in with French customs. Fortunately, she was part of the FBI; otherwise, she might have been stuck in jail for a long time. Maybe this was his way of warning her.
He had no ideals of his own, living entirely according to his younger brother’s beliefs. She never understood why he loved that capricious and eccentric twin brother so much. Holding both the power of light and darkness in his hands, his only weakness was that twin brother. Since childhood, she had always been envious of that younger brother.
Her desire was to torment the one she loved. But unfortunately, she had never succeeded. Since they were children, his arrogant and indifferent smile had made her both love and resent him, trapping her in a hopeless one-sided love.
Even after all these years, her feelings still gave her no escape.
She was willing to trade everything for the day he finally saw her differently. She didn’t want him to look at her as if she were nothing. She wanted to leave a deep, unforgettable impression—whether it was extreme hatred or sheer resentment—so that he would never forget her. Not like now, where she was so insignificant that he didn’t even bother to glance at her.
She wasn’t even a piece on his chessboard—just something too dull for him to be interested in.
In his eyes, she was boring.
On one hand, she wanted to torment him, but on the other, she felt relieved whenever he overcame everything unscathed. A woman’s heart was truly useless—it was far too soft. Her body had endured so much pain from surgeries, yet her heart ached even more. She had tried so hard to chase after him, only to end up drowning in bitterness.
But that was what made it exciting.
Having something to chase, something to conquer—that was what made life worth living.
If one day he got married, she might just take up a gun and assassinate both him and his bride.
= = = =
I went to the lab to find Quack Doctor, using the excuse that I needed money to return home since Professor Hoang refused to give me any.
He agreed to let me help out. I noticed a slight hint of surprise in his eyes, but also a faint trace of happiness. He led me into a pure white room filled with all kinds of experimental equipment. As he introduced me to his ideas, I couldn’t help but shudder. He was undeniably brilliant, but his ideas were terrifyingly bizarre.
His latest project was simulating the human brain.
If one could record all the habits and experiences of a person and implant them into a newborn baby’s brain, the child would be born with the intellect and life experience of an adult.
If the project succeeded, people could accumulate the knowledge and wisdom of others from birth. He wanted to create this technology so that when great scientists passed away, their knowledge could be passed down to the next generation. Over time, knowledge would continue to accumulate, creating a brain that functioned like an immensely powerful database.
But unlike a computer processor, the human brain had intelligence, ideas, and creativity. The result would be a perfect mind.
I felt a chill run down my spine. Only someone like him could come up with something so terrifying. Was he really stripping newborns of their right to develop naturally?
Humans are born and grow into unique individuals, not purely because of genes but mainly because of environmental upbringing. If he implanted a person’s entire set of experiences and knowledge into a newborn, its personality would undoubtedly depend on the original source. Childhood is supposed to be the most beautiful time in a person’s life—was he really planning to take that away?
Yet, at the same time, it was an astonishing scientific idea. It could create the geniuses of geniuses. After all, scientific advancement always required sacrifices.
On the surface, I pretended to be obedient, but deep down, I was waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Gradually, however, I began to hesitate.
Was I doing the right thing? Would I even be safe after all this was over?
He shared everything with me, and I acted as if I were fascinated, listening attentively. Someone like him probably had no one to share his crazy ideas with, so he eagerly poured everything out to me. Geniuses were often eccentric and lonely—no one truly understood them.
That night, he invited me into a room filled with advanced equipment. Apart from medical devices, there was also a massive screen. He turned it on and casually leaned back in his chair.
The screen displayed an image of someone who looked exactly like him.
For a moment, I thought it was a human simulation. But no—the person on the screen was Pervert. He was deeply engrossed in a game of chess, and beside him stood a magnificent grand piano.
Seeing this, I quietly stepped out of the room to give him some private time with his twin brother.