Twin Star Corporation.
In Sector S on the 333rd floor, the walls shone white, etched with golden honeycomb-like patterns that gave them a futuristic feel.
Every corner of the walls had been meticulously polished into gentle curves.
Inside a top-secret chamber.
Yang Chang stood before a coffin. More precisely, it looked like some kind of experimental apparatus or hibernation pod.
Its lid was transparent, revealing black metal fragments and some congealed flesh and blood within.
Yang Chang's expression was dark, his pupils constricted, and a heavy weight seemed to settle over him.
The one lying inside was his master, one of the strongest figures among the Five Great Powers, the being known as Tyrant, and one of the rulers of the Twin Star Corporation.
Yet now, he had been reduced to a heap of flesh and blood.
Feeling the oppressive aura radiating from Yang Chang, the white-robed researchers beside him couldn't help trembling.
An elderly professor among them patted Yang Chang on the shoulder and sighed. "Chang, calm down first. This happened very suddenly. With your master's strength, no one could have killed him in a sneak attack. I'm afraid there's more to this."
Yang Chang shifted his gaze to the old professor and asked calmly, "Professor Yu, what do you think caused it?"
"When your master died, we immediately sealed his body away to prevent those people underground from interfering. We've also been examining it over the past few days."
"Director Yang wasn't assassinated, nor was he contaminated. He had already been dead for a long time."
Yang Chang's eyelid twitched. "What do you mean?"
The old professor looked equally incredulous. "Judging by the examination results, Director Yang's body lost all signs of life two or three hundred years ago. Some kind of power had been sustaining his consciousness