After cautiously completing all these preparations, Creuset quickly sat down before the director's computer.
Creuset's movements at the computer were smooth and fluid, as if entering an unguarded territory. The information obtained in advance by the intelligence broker from a researcher who had left the company allowed him to effortlessly bypass the password and enter the system.
In the pitch-black room, only the screen's light reflected off Creuset's exquisite mask, casting a series of cold glimmers. Beneath the mask, Creuset's sharp eyes rapidly scanned the content, taking in ten lines at a glance.
Soon, the thin lips beneath Creuset's icy mask curled into a faint, mocking smile.
The data inside this computer belonging to Hibiki Yamato was quite intriguing.
He had never expected that the company's personnel had not completely erased the sensitive information on the computer.
They had only deleted the details and processes of the experiments, leaving behind various personal files intact.
But upon further thought, it made sense. Hibiki Yamato had to rely on his own resources for funding, so he was clearly not valued by the company.
Coupled with the severity of the incident at the time, it was only natural for them to retrieve the data and leave.
"Toiling for half a lifetime, only to benefit that company in the end."
Creuset thought to himself, the smile at the corner of his lips growing even more sarcastic.
But the matter was not yet resolved.
According to the records here, Kira Yamato, the son of Dr. Hibiki, was the only surviving successful Ultimate Coordinator.
His whereabouts were unknown, and perhaps Creuset should eliminate him while he was still in the cradle.
"Kira Yamato..."
Creuset murmured the name, thinking of the blood debt the other carried and his own despair.
At this moment, Creuset's heart was already shrouded in darkness and madness.
Rationally, he knew that Kira Yamato was innocent.
But so what? Humans were never rational beings.
They had already committed so many inhumane acts, and he was merely doing the same.
The despair he had long harbored, combined with the data and experimental records he had just seen, connected seamlessly in his mind. The madness in Creuset's expression grew increasingly evident.
He understood his own existence, and he understood these people—those who claimed to act for the future of humanity but were devoid of humanity, lacking all moral boundaries, driven only by desire.
His despair had been born because Dr. Hibiki sought to create the perfect human.
Yet, people worse than beasts were everywhere in this world.
At this thought, Creuset's heart, which had long sought answers, felt as if scorched by a raging flame.
The despair of a life destined to be short, and the disgusting desires of those humans who had created him to endure such despair for their own selfish purposes.
Now, these emotions mingled within Creuset, forming an almost obsessive anger.
The masked man clenched his fists tightly, paying no heed to the pain in his palms.
If all humans were selfish and self-serving, then he, too, could drag countless people down with him!
"Have you found the answers you were looking for?"
Just as the resentment in Creuset's heart reached its peak, a terrifying metallic synthesized voice interrupted his thoughts.
It forcibly brought his turbulent, surging emotions to an abrupt halt.
"Who are you?"
Creuset took a deep breath, his mind shifting from extreme heat to extreme cold in an instant. Having calmed down, he quickly retreated, drew his pistol, and swiftly located the source of the voice—the computer in front of him.
But this was impossible. He had just checked; there were no signs of intrusion here.
Unless... someone had entered days earlier and implanted a virus.
The moment this possibility crossed his mind, Creuset's hair stood on end.
His entire body tensed like a predator sensing danger.
"Who I am is unimportant. Just an ordinary person."
The machine-synthesized voice remained stiff, echoing in the dimly lit room, making it all the more terrifying.
"Playing tricks."
Creuset snorted coldly. Having steadied himself slightly, he continued.
"Was the false news about this attack also your doing?"
The person spreading this news remained unknown; even the intelligence broker claimed to have no idea.
Now, considering the circumstances, the other party was undoubtedly the culprit.
The reason he had calmed down, aside from putting on a brave front, was that he believed the other party was not targeting him specifically.
After all, no matter how mysterious the other person might be, it was impossible for them to know exactly who he was, why he had come, or what he intended to do.
In his view, he hadn't even begun to act, his plans were still in their infancy, and his previous actions were nothing more than minor, untraceable maneuvers.
He himself hadn't even finalized his ultimate goal—how could he have been exposed?
It was simply unthinkable.
The only possibility was that this person had arrived even earlier, obtained the information ahead of time, and implanted a virus in this computer to find others curious about the Ultimate Coordinator.
This was highly plausible.
As for the information here, it contained only a few fragmented mentions of that child, Kira Yamato, with no other details or specific whereabouts.
If such information truly existed, it would have long been seized by the company behind Yamato.
It wouldn't have been left for him to find.
Considering that he had found no signs of an ambush outside earlier, engaging in conversation now to probe the other party's intentions seemed a viable option.
Suppressing his frustration, Creuset struggled to maintain his composure.
"Of course."
The mechanical voice acknowledged, and Creuset immediately followed up.
"What is your purpose?"
"To change the world."
"And why are you here?"
The mechanical voice showed no fluctuation, speaking only indifferently.
"None of your business."
Creuset sneered, then turned and prepared to leave without looking back.
Having obtained what he wanted, there was no need to linger and engage with this mysterious person.
However, the other party's words soon forced him to halt in his tracks.
"Is it to find the meaning of your existence? Or to destroy the world?"
"Aru D. Flada, or rather, Rau Le Creuset."
As Fred spoke, Creuset's footsteps quickened even more.
It could almost be described as running speed.
"Just as I thought..."
Watching this scene unfold on the screen, Fred showed no surprise.
With those words of his, it was basically confirmed that this trap was specifically targeting Creuset.
Naturally, he had to start running.
At this point, curiosity and the like were no longer important to him.