Chapter 330: The Sins of the Father
The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken calculations. I could see the wheels turning behind every pair of eyes in the room—world leaders who had just received their own objectives from the System, each trying to process what this meant for their strategies while revealing nothing to their competitors.
The notification had changed everything. This wasn’t just politics anymore; it was a game with supernatural stakes, and everyone was suddenly playing by rules they didn’t fully understand. The tension was palpable, but no one wanted to be the first to speak, to accidentally reveal what they’d been tasked with accomplishing. If they did, then others would definitely prevent it from happening. After all, why would you ever want a rival leader getting stronger?
I realized this was my moment. If I wanted to seize the initiative, to control the direction of the conversation, I needed to act while everyone else was still processing. My second objective—exposing government experiments—was something I could address directly without revealing it as a quest requirement.
"Since we’re apparently claiming that we had a form of so called ’stability’," I said, standing up and letting my voice carry the weight of authority, "perhaps it’s time to address some of the more uncomfortable truths about the current system."
I could feel the attention of the room focusing on me, could sense the subtle shift as leaders leaned forward despite themselves.
"The Cain Protocol experiments," I continued, my words cutting through the silence like a blade. "Conducted just a few months ago in Europe, with the knowledge and approval of the current World Government. Human beings were subjected to psychological conditioning designed to make them attack Masked Syndicate members or in simpler terms me."
The reaction was immediate and telling. Several European leaders exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from guilt to alarm. Chancellor Volkov’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. President Valeska’s diplomatic mask slipped for just a moment, revealing something that looked like panic.
"That’s a very serious accusation," Dr. Zimmermann said carefully. "Do you have evidence of these alleged experiments?"
"You’re joking right? Are we really going to feign ignorance?" I turned slightly, gesturing toward Evelyn, who sat behind me with her characteristic poise despite the black blindfold covering her eyes. "I have a victim."
The room’s attention shifted to her, and I could see the confusion on several faces. To most of them, she probably looked like someone with a visual impairment, nothing more.
"Evelyn was subjected to the Cain Protocol," I explained, my voice steady despite the anger building in my chest. "The conditioning was designed to make her attack me on sight. The fact that she’s sitting here calmly is only because we’ve found ways to manage the psychological triggers, but the damage is has yet to be undone."