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Chapter 596: How About You Surrender Too

After restoring his true form, Lynn finally managed, through a series of meticulous operations, to move openly and legitimately on enemy territory.

And the next step in his plan was very simple.

As long as he could use Silver Fantasy to build up his identity—making everyone who saw him understand that he was actually a fake disguised to sow discord, stir up trouble, and lure out the real Lynn—then his goal would be achieved.

The biggest advantage was that he would no longer have to worry about being discovered while using Losh's body.

Because he knew very well.

A video conference was no big deal.

But if he actually met those high-ranking officials face to face, his disguise while inhabiting Losh's body would definitely be seen through instantly.

After all, the difference between a puppet and a real person was still very significant.

Saying this, Lynn kept his smile and slowly pushed open the door.

Creak—As the door swung open, the Plague Doctor squad leaders and the two succubi waiting in the main command center all immediately turned their gazes toward him.

And when they saw what Losh (Lynn) looked like at that moment, everyone couldn't help but gasp in shock, and even the two succubi covered their mouths in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Executive? Are you really Executive Losh?"

"Holy shit! He looks way too much like that Night Doctor! Executive's flesh-and-blood transformation skills are this amazing?!"

"That's right! He really looks like him, exactly like the one I saw in the files! If I didn't know it was you, Executive, I would have thought that Night Doctor was standing right in front of us!"

Everyone was utterly stunned.

Because it wasn't just the appearance—it was the eyes and the demeanor too.

That mischievous, roguish smirk in the eyes, and that smile at the corner of the mouth that immediately screamed "this guy's up to no good."

Wasn't that the Night Doctor's trademark?

They really never expected that the Executive could even fake his mannerisms, expressions, and gaze so convincingly. That was just too incredible!

And then, under everyone's shocked gazes.

Lynn swaggered over to his seat, sat down, crossed his legs, tapped his pointer stick, and raised his chin, saying:

"Alright, from now on, remember this: you have to keep a tight watch on every part of Leviathan. If that Night Doctor sees me disguised as him, he'll definitely make a move, and that's our best chance to catch him! Is that clear?!"

Lynn barked out.

The Plague Doctors around him immediately snapped to attention, standing straight, chests puffed out, and shouted:

"Yes, Executive!"

Indeed.

The Executive's disguise was so realistic that if you didn't know better, you'd think it was the real thing.

So when that Night Doctor saw this, wouldn't he freak out?! Because if it were them, seeing someone impersonate themselves to mess with their teammates, they'd at least do something extreme, even if they didn't fly into a rage.

This was the ultimate insult and provocation!

The Plague Doctors around him immediately got excited and began closely monitoring various parts of Leviathan.

Lynn didn't rest either. With a slight smile, he immediately established a neural link through his flesh-and-blood connection with the flesh in the corridor where Silver Fantasy was.

Miss Intelligence Machine.

Sorry to put you through this, but you'll have to bear with it for this act.

Don't worry.

Once I've built up my identity, I'll take your share of will along with me and get that Doctor taken care of.

...

And at the same time.

In the corridor, Silver Fantasy's entire body flickered with light as she struggled to endure the massive impact on her consciousness. She gritted her teeth, fury blazing in her eyes, but even so, she supported herself with immense willpower, leaning heavily on her monomolecular blade as she trudged toward that tightly sealed flesh-and-blood door.

She swore!

This time, she would absolutely not let that bastard off!

Such a despicable betrayal—joining the enemy faction, abusing his authority for personal revenge, and ruthlessly going after her.

Chaotic alignment creatures! Not a single one could be trusted!

But just as she was struggling along, suddenly, the constant ear-piercing shrieks targeting her consciousness came to an abrupt halt.

And right on the wall in front of her.

The flesh on both sides suddenly began to writhe and churn, slowly forming a massive screen.

Before she could even react, the screen flashed, and then instantly, a familiar figure appeared—a man lounging in a luxurious chair, smiling faintly, with his arms around two seductive succubi.

"Miss Intelligence Machine, you're still alive?"

In an instant, Silver Fantasy's whole body jolted.

Her gaze locked onto Lynn's face on the screen, and in that moment, it blazed with indescribable fury.

"So it really is you! I knew it! I knew you had betrayed our alliance!"

In that instant.

The shock and rage within Silver Fantasy reached its peak.

She had only been suspicious before.

But now, seeing this scene, she was a hundred percent certain of her guess. He really had defected to their enemy, the Plague Doctor faction, during the mission.

[Ding! Silver Fantasy's Hatred toward you +20!]

[Ding! Silver Fantasy's Killing Intent toward you +24!]

System prompts from Silver Fantasy kept ringing in his ears, and this entire scene was being broadcast live across every part of Leviathan.

Lynn smiled, tapping his pointer stick in his hand, and teased with proper poise:

"Don't be mad, Miss Intelligence Machine. It sounds like you already knew I would betray you. But have you ever considered that I might actually be infiltrating the enemy's inner circle to assassinate the Doctor after careful planning? Hmm?"

As soon as he said this, the main command center where Lynn was erupted in waves of cheerful laughter, filling the entire room with a lighthearted atmosphere.

And watching the ridiculously over-the-top performance of Losh (Lynn) on the screen, all the high-ranking Plague Doctors were absolutely howling with laughter.

A true talent!

A goddamn legendary talent!

Right now, they really wanted to see the look on the face of the real Night Doctor, who was probably hiding somewhere watching the screen. He must have a face like he'd just eaten shit.

Hahahahaha!

And Silver Fantasy's expression was exactly what everyone had expected—stunned and furious, like a volcano about to erupt, wishing she could tear him to shreds.

"I misjudged you! You chaotic flesh-and-blood creatures! I should have killed you with one sword stroke the moment I came in!"

Silver Fantasy's gaze turned ice-cold.

Cold as a sharp knife, stabbing straight into one's heart.

But Lynn remained unmoved, his smile unwavering. He propped his cheek on his fist, slowly swirled a wine glass, and with the air of a corrupt bureaucrat, curled his lips and said:

"Hey hey, don't go saying things that make you sound so righteous! Think about it—if it weren't for mutual benefit, would we ever have had a chance to cooperate? Besides, a person has to know when to go with the flow. Only an idiot would refuse to pick a better branch to perch on when defeat is clearly inevitable."

Lynn leaned forward slightly and smiled:

"How about you surrender too? Don't worry. If you lay down your arms and pledge loyalty to the Doctor right now, I'll definitely put in a good word for you. I'll get you an official position, and we can let bygones be bygones, join forces, and advance together. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"