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In the year 2024, the cosmic alignment of the Nine Stars breaks the natural order, triggering a resurgence of spiritual energy across Kuala Lumpur. Hidden beneath the serene facade of Kek Lok Si Temple lies an ancient underground chamber, brimming with forbidden knowledge. And at the center of it all stands a man who was never meant to be part of this grand scheme.
Lin Han, a bankrupt real estate agent, is on the run from debt collectors when he accidentally stumbles upon a sinister blood ritual. A mysterious robed figure stands at the heart of it, conducting a ceremony that will change Lin Han’s life forever.
Gifted with the ability to perceive karmic threads through his right eye—an unwanted legacy from a past encounter at Batu Caves—Lin Han begins to unravel truths that defy logic. Along his journey, he crosses paths with an unlikely group: a half-Malay policewoman, a Taoist temple keeper with an ancient chant, an aristocratic Indian dancer, and a rebellious rock singer with secrets of her own.
As the mystical scrolls of Kek Lok Si reveal their deadly secrets, Lin Han finds himself caught in a web of fate far beyond his understanding. Can he harness the combined wisdom of the region’s spiritual traditions—Chinese incense blessings, Malay shamanic rituals, and Indian divine dance—to alter his destiny? Or is he simply another pawn in a celestial game beyond his control?

Mystic Convergence

The cold, mechanical voice echoed through the laboratory. Red warning lights flashed wildly, illuminating the black-armored soldiers wielding rifles pulsing with eerie blue energy. Their faces were hidden behind holographic visors, unreadable and emotionless.

A shot fired. A blue energy bolt cut through the air, filling the room with the acrid scent of ionized metal.

"Walau eh, we are so screwed!" Ah Rong's voice cracked as he stumbled backward, his flashlight shaking violently.

Lin Han didn't hesitate. He grabbed Noya's wrist and bolted.

More shots whizzed past them, leaving glowing scorch marks on the walls.

If they got hit, they wouldn't just be wounded—they'd be vaporized.

Lin Han's eyes darted around the lab, searching for a way out.

A drainage system beneath the floor grating.

If they could squeeze through, they might just escape.

"There!" He yanked Noya toward it.

Ah Rong's face contorted in horror. "Tiu leh! You want us to crawl through a sewer?!"

"Either that or die," Lin Han growled, kicking open the metal grating.

Noya didn't hesitate—she dropped down first, vanishing into the dark pipe. Lin Han followed immediately, with Ah Rong cursing as he squeezed in last.

The moment they slipped inside, a blue plasma shot struck the grating, melting it into molten slag.

Inside the narrow pipe, the air was thick with rust and dampness. A thin layer of stagnant water sloshed beneath them, reflecting faint beams of light from above.

Noya grimaced, trying not to imagine what kind of creatures lived in these pipes.

"G.T.G isn't just making Sleeper experiments. They're controlling something bigger." Her voice was hushed.

Lin Han's expression darkened. "They're maintaining something."

Ah Rong, panting behind them, spat, "They're maintaining my damn funeral! These guys are trying to kill us!"

Destroying the ritual wasn't the end—it was just the beginning.

After crawling for what felt like forever, they saw it—

Noya felt hope stir in her chest. She crawled faster. "The exit! We're almost out!"

But as she reached the opening—she froze.

Lin Han, right behind her, saw her shoulders stiffen. Something was wrong.

A voice they were not supposed to hear.

That voice did not belong to the G.T.G soldiers.

Lin Han snapped his head up toward the exit.

A figure stood there, back facing them.

A man in a long gray trench coat, head slightly bowed, fingers holding a faded old photograph.

The photo was of a familiar place—

Who was this man? And why was he holding a photo of the temple?

Why did he look exactly like the Sleeper they had just destroyed?

Noya's breath hitched. "Lin Han… this isn't P02."

Chapter 52: The Escape Plan