Chapter 51: The Gate of Genting

Lin Han pushed open the wooden door engraved with the "GTG" emblem, and an ancient, chilling draft swept past them. The air smelled of damp rot and something else—something old, something that didn't belong to this world.

Noya's steps faltered slightly. Her fingers brushed against her wrist, where the serpent mark had once been. It was gone, erased. But deep inside, she could still feel it.

Ah Rong shone his flashlight into the space beyond the door, his breath hitching as he swore under his breath:

"Walau eh… this is not the exit."

Because beyond the door—

was a long underground corridor.

Lin Han took the first step inside. The floor was unnervingly smooth—not ancient stone, but a metallic alloy, modern and sterile. The walls were jet black, lined with faint strips of cold white light.

This wasn't part of an old temple.

Ah Rong tentatively reached out to touch the wall but immediately yanked his hand back, face paling. "Tiu… the wall is warm."

Lin Han and Noya exchanged glances.

This place… was alive.

This corridor wasn't abandoned.

It was still running.

"What the hell did we just open?" Noya murmured.

No one had an answer.

At the end of the corridor stood a sealed metal door, its surface gleaming under the dim lighting. Three bold letters were engraved into the steel:

"G.T.G"

Ah Rong swallowed hard. "No way… Is this a secret Genting Group facility?!"

Lin Han stepped toward the steel door, scanning it for any kind of lock or access panel. But the moment his fingers brushed against it—

The door unlocked by itself.

No key. No passcode.

It had been waiting for them.

Beyond the door lay a massive control room.

Rows of monitors covered the walls, each displaying a different feed—live footage of the Penang Snake Temple, Batu Caves, a high-end club in Kuala Lumpur… and even surveillance of them.

"They… have been watching us." Noya's voice was barely a whisper.

Lin Han's eyes flicked to the central glass containment unit.

Inside…

was a man.

Suspended inside the containment unit was a young man in his late twenties, his skin pale, his chest rising and falling ever so slightly.

He was alive.

But what sent chills down their spines was the horrifying truth—

His face was identical to the "Sleeper" they had just destroyed.

Ah Rong's breath hitched. "Tiu leh… tell me I'm not seeing this."

Noya took a shaky step forward. Her eyes darted to the metal plate on the containment unit, her pulse pounding as she read the inscription:

"EXPERIMENT ID: G.T.G-P02"

"P02?" Lin Han murmured. "That means… there's a P01?"

Noya's fingers trembled.

The Sleeper wasn't a god.

It was created.

This had never been an ancient ritual.

It was an ongoing experiment.

Her thoughts spun wildly, colliding with everything they had believed up until now. And then—

A mechanical voice crackled through the speakers embedded in the room.

"G.T.G Project, Phase Two… Complete. Subject has awakened."

Ah Rong stumbled back, panic creeping into his voice. "Oi, oi, Genting Group was supposed to be running casinos! Why does this feel like some cyberpunk horror movie?!"

Lin Han tightened his fists, his knuckles white as his mind raced.

What was the G.T.G Project?Who was their "awakened subject"?If P02 was still here… had P01 already woken up? Was he out there, walking among the living?

Noya exhaled, steadying herself. Her voice was eerily calm.

"We need to get out of here. We need to find out more."

But before she could take another step—

The room's lighting turned red.

A warning siren blared overhead as the mechanical voice returned.

"Unauthorized entry detected. Initiating containment protocol."

A chilling hissing noise echoed from the hallway behind them.

Out of the shadows, a group of black-clad security operatives emerged, clad in tactical armor, carrying weapons unlike anything they had ever seen—sleek metal rifles with glowing blue energy cores.

"Targets confirmed."

"Eliminate."

Lin Han's heartbeat slammed against his ribs.

They had been caught.