Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2429 - 2269: Regaining Control

Within the chamber.

In an instant.

Silence enveloped the space, sending a chill through the elderly man's heart. In his eyes, the nurses and physicians had clearly been influenced by the opposing side.

If not,

why else would they act with such boldness, entering and exiting freely.

He attempted to voice his thoughts.

But realized.

The brief recovery of his speech from earlier had vanished again, reverting him to his former inability to form words.

Bizarre!

Was it possible

that supernatural forces truly existed in the world?

No way.

Unthinkable.

If such things were real, he would certainly have learned of them, much like the relentless quest by conglomerates for eternal life through hidden research.

On the topic of supernatural abilities.

They too

held immense intrigue.

Regrettably,

to date, any observed paranormal events or unique individuals showed at most minor aptitudes, with the majority being frauds.

They might deceive the masses.

Yet under scrutiny,

their deceptions were swiftly uncovered.

Consequently,

the path of supernatural research hit a impasse, pushing efforts toward bodily augmentation, similar to the incidents in the two Kovalro facilities he knew about.

They had created substances to boost human capabilities.

However,

those enhancements merely fortified the physique at best, failing to prolong life and even accelerating its end by exhausting cellular reserves.

To him, such substances weren't cures.

They were toxins.

...

At this juncture,

Sid genuinely felt alarm.

Summon help?

Considering it,

that seemed futile; even summoning the younger kin would prove useless. Besides, appearances suggested those youths might already be swayed.

If not,

how else could one account for these happenings?

The deeper his reflections,

the greater his anxiety grew.

Consent?

Unwilling.

The vast enterprise of Meilong Financial Group, while the adversary sought no funds—easing acceptance somewhat—yet pledging eternal obedience was bitterly difficult to accept.

In this manner,

Sid wrestled fiercely within himself.

One hour passed.

...

Two hours elapsed.

...

Three hours later,

at last.

“Sigh!”

Sid released a heavy breath.

His innate drive to survive and the temptation of this wondrous existence led him to a resolve, though the mental strain left his mind feeling ever more burdened.

If he slept now,

awakening might never come.

After rapid blinks, he watched the nurses and doctors depart via the primary entrance, fueling his suspicions further, though presently, he pushed such concerns aside.

Moments afterward,

Sid noticed the man step inside.

“Mr. Sid, have you decided?”

“Ugh.”

Sid's frailty prevented even a simple affirmation, managing only this grunt, as if beholding a timer on his remaining days.

“To accept the terms I outlined before, kindly blink your right eye once.”

Hearing this,

Sid obliged.

“Excellent.”

“A prudent decision.” That gentle grin struck Sid as profoundly unsettling, the whole affair resembling a pact with dark forces.

Akin to cinematic tales, bartering one's essence for extended vitality.

Following these words,

He observed the individual retrieve what looked like a spectacle holder from his attire, manipulate it briefly, and with a soft hiss, it unveiled the contained syringe.

The fluid within shimmered blue.

Next,

Without further delay,

In a single motion,

It pierced Sid’s arm.

“...”

Sid’s lips quivered; such a rough administration style, though pain was minimal, akin to a standard shot, inwardly he fretted: would this truly prove effective?

Post-injection,

The needle withdrew.

Soon after,

Warmth surged through his frame, vigor slowly resurfaced, his foggy thoughts sharpened, and his overall state rapidly mended.

In short order,

“Ah!”

He rose to his feet.

Yet,

Unaccustomed to standing after so long,

Sid tumbled back into the wheelchair, but excitement gripped him now, as sensations improved steadily, adaptation forthcoming shortly.

“This treatment merely revives a portion of your physical abilities.”

“Over the next month,”

“Each day,”

“An injection will be required to normalize your condition; afterward, a single annual dose suffices for life prolongation.”

Listening,

Sid grasped the implication.

This remedy

Would demand ongoing application, the counterpart's control over it equating to dominion over his existence. Compared to earlier resistance, relief now prevailed.

This accord

Demanded life to activate, offering him a measure of security.

“How many more years can I expect?” Sid inquired inevitably.

“A considerable span.”

“Twenty,”

“Thirty,”

“Or even forty to fifty years isn’t out of reach.”

“So extensive, provided you honor your word. Starting today, I expect Meilong Financial Group to comply fully; failure means replacement.”

“Clear?”

Such declarations,

Had Sid encountered them formerly, would ignite his wrath. Yet now, far from rage, he endorsed them heartily. Partly due to the voluntary exchange,

An exchange of his own volition.

Partly because,

Over Meilong Financial Group, his grip had waned with age, approaching death's door, as some sought to seize authority.

He simply endured it.

Presently,

With renewed life, whether to satisfy personal ambitions or the counterpart's demands, absolute command over Meilong Financial Group became essential.

“I understand.”

Sid affirmed with a nod.

“Very well.”

“No assignments for you currently; preserve the current operations. Unless critical matters arise, we’ll avoid meddling in Meilong Financial Group’s business.”

“Yes.”

Sid comprehended; this positioned him as a hidden asset.

Shortly thereafter,

The man departed.

In the chamber,

Sid remained solitary, his emotions a tangled whirlwind at this point; the recent occurrences were so outlandish, evoking a dreamlike haze.

Nevertheless,

The sting from the shoulder injection confirmed reality—it had happened. He had forged an alliance with an enigmatic shadowy entity.

Henceforth,

Meilong Financial Group could fall entirely under their sway. Beyond sighing at fortune's twists, he swiftly reconciled; merely additional overseers.

No grave issue.

A fair trade!

Survival

Held paramount for him; death rendered all meaningless, bequeathing the immense conglomerate to heirs—what purpose?

The conglomerate,

Its expansion forged through relentless conflicts, wealth hoarding, particularly evolving from war-torn eras—untouched by bloodshed?

Thus,

Sid wasn't virtuous.

Gains

Were his unchanging priority.

...

Before long,

Reports of Sid’s astonishing recuperation circulated, eliciting scant external response beyond polite well-wishes for his well-being.

Devoid of precise records,

Thus,

Even abrupt improvement sparked mere intrigue, without probing questions. After all, Sid had merely aged profoundly, sans specific ailments.

A turnaround seemed plausible.

Yet,

Within the Meilong family, shock rippled through some; such a condition rebounding felt miraculous. Several sought explanations.

To these,

Sid dismissed them offhandedly.

And

Commenced strategizing to recapture the group's central authority, time to address the defiant elements. Now, his commanding presence was steadily reviving.