Chapter 165
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Chapter 165: The Museum Incident
Amy was confident that this plan would succeed.
The situation was not particularly complex, and her abilities in the cyber world were far too “convenient.”
After all, she was a tyrant.
With a gentle smile, she strolled through the museum with her brother while discreetly taking over the entire network infrastructure of the building.
The process unfolded seamlessly, as smooth as one could imagine. After receiving an upgrade from the “Savior,” Amy’s manipulation of networks had grown even more formidable, though it hadn’t yet reached its ultimate potential.
Ryan, her older brother, remained oblivious to the reality of her powers. He couldn’t begin to fathom her abilities or their magnitude.
He was even less aware of “Babel Tower”—the sprawling organization his sister was now deeply intertwined with—or that its enigmatic founder, Bai Yan, was watching him from within the museum.
Bai Yan, concealed in a corner of the grand hall and donning a new face, gazed at the siblings with quiet contemplation.
“Amy, you’re still too reckless,” he thought.
Perhaps the years of suffering, humiliation, and bottled-up emotions had left their mark on her. Bai Yan recognized Amy as a determined and compassionate girl—mature beyond her years, brimming with responsibility, and unshakable in her loyalty. Yet, like anyone else, she had her flaws.
Arrogance, pride, and a strong desire for control were hidden beneath her gentle demeanor. More than that, she had a subconscious need to show off.
Bai Yan had noticed this during their meetings at Babel Tower. Amy often dominated conversations, her voice the most persistent among the group.
He understood the root of this behavior—it was the pressure she carried daily. Behind her calm smile was the weight of her frail body and overwhelming powers, which made the teenage girl bear responsibilities no one her age should face.
In a different world, Amy would be living a carefree life, basking in the joys of youth.
Yet, here she was, bringing her brother to the museum not out of necessity but to share her sense of achievement.
“She wants him to see her brilliance,” Bai Yan mused.
Amy could have handled everything remotely, yet she chose to be present, basking in the thrill of orchestrating events firsthand.
“Today, Amy, you’ll learn the hard way. Trouble is brewing, and it’s trouble that might leave you filled with regret. But don’t worry—I’ll take care of it for you.”
Bai Yan smiled faintly and put down his phone.
Suddenly, Amy felt an odd sensation.
[Cybertyrant, you have been chosen.]
The mechanical voice echoed in her mind.
Her body stiffened, no longer under her control. While she could move her eyes and mouth, everything else was guided by an invisible force.
She immediately understood—it was the “Savior” using her body.
Suppressing her initial nerves, Amy remained calm. She glanced at her brother with a gentle smile.
“Bro, what do you think of this place?” she asked, her voice lighthearted.
Ryan stood under a renowned artwork, a peculiar piece signed by the artist “&”.
“I don’t get it,” Ryan admitted, shaking his head. “Art’s supposed to be profound, right? All I see is an overpriced mess.”
Amy chuckled. “Same here, honestly. It’s not exactly relatable.”
Meanwhile, her mind was elsewhere, monitoring the museum’s security system.
Her gaze shifted as she noticed something unusual: a fortified black car parked outside the museum. Through surveillance cameras, she observed armed militants inside, clad in black masks and heavily armed.
“Who are these people?” Amy murmured, quickly accessing online databases.
They were members of “Spider,” a notorious criminal syndicate known for their ruthlessness and efficiency. Their leader, “Red Spider,” had a bounty of 30 million on his head.
The museum had become their latest target.
Amy’s pulse quickened as she realized the danger. Among the weapons stored in the car were explosives powerful enough to obliterate the entire museum.
Her thoughts raced. She was no stranger to high-stakes situations, but this felt different. This was her brother’s life on the line, not just hers.
Before panic could set in, her body moved on its own.
The black car’s doors locked with a soft click. No matter how hard the criminals pounded, they were trapped.
One by one, the weapons in the car began to malfunction. Sparks erupted, and moments later, a deafening explosion ripped through the vehicle.
Amy flinched as the sound reverberated through the museum. She hadn’t anticipated such a destructive response, but the danger had been neutralized.
The visitors around her froze, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion.
“What was that?” Ryan asked, his protective instincts kicking in.
“Fireworks,” Amy said quickly, forcing a smile.
“Fireworks? Really? At a museum? Come on, Amy,” Ryan shot back, unimpressed.
Before she could respond, the museum’s alarms blared.
Steel doors slammed shut, sealing everyone inside. Mechanical guards sprang to life, patrolling the halls.
Amy realized the “Savior” had relinquished control of her body. Her fingers tingled as sensation returned.
Her smile was faint but resolute. “Let’s begin.”
Near the back of the museum, an explosion drew everyone’s attention.
A towering white mech, the retired Liquidator, leaped from its pedestal with a resounding clang.
It moved with surprising agility, dashing toward the exit. The museum’s guards, programmed to defend its exhibits, did nothing to stop it.
Amy watched, her mind racing. She knew the authorities on the 115th floor would track the mech immediately. But she also knew they’d never find it.
The surveillance cameras began to fail, one after another. The mech vanished, despite being a massive metallic object fleeing in broad daylight.
For Amy, it was just another reminder of her unparalleled control.
But for the onlookers, it was nothing short of a miracle—or a mystery.
