Elliana carefully took the glass from his hands, studying the clear liquid inside before bringing it close to her nose to smell it. Her expression grew serious and concerned. The water had been contaminated with a substance designed to destroy someone’s ability to speak.
There were dozens of different versions of these vocal suppressants available on the black market, most of them specifically created to cause permanent, irreversible damage to the vocal cords and completely rob the victim of their voice forever.
However, this particular substance—known in underground circles as “Silent Chord”—was a specialized formula that came directly from the Medical Codex, making it impossible to purchase through normal channels.
What made Silent Chord completely different from other vocal suppressants was that it caused absolutely no lasting harm to the vocal cords themselves. Instead, it simply made the user completely unable to speak for a specific amount of time, after which their voice would return to perfect, normal condition.
It appeared that the mastermind behind this plot had no intention of destroying Taylor’s career permanently—they just needed him to be unable to perform tonight to create the chaos they were counting on. Once their plan was complete, Taylor would still be valuable to them as someone they could control and manipulate.
Having reached this conclusion, Elliana set the glass down carefully and moved over to examine Taylor’s throat more closely. After conducting a thorough examination, she sent an update to their group chat. “Taylor is going to be perfectly fine, but he won’t be able to make any sound for at least two more hours.”
Asking twenty thousand people to wait two hours was like asking a volcano not to erupt—completely impossible. Even waiting just one hour would give the troublemakers planted in the audience more than enough time to turn the frustrated fans into an angry mob. And here they were in the middle of the night, surrounded by nothing but rocky wilderness for miles. Trying to safely evacuate over twenty thousand people and transport them back to civilization would be just as impossible as keeping them calm. s ? ?s f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?.net
Suddenly, furious shouting began erupting from different sections of the audience.
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“What the hell is taking so long? Are we getting a concert tonight or not? Fix your damn equipment already!”
“This is complete bullshit! I spent a fortune on tickets to see a performance, not to sit here staring at the sky while you idiots fumble around with broken equipment. We deserve some answers!”
“A premium concert with these prices, and you show up with faulty equipment? Do you people even care about your fans, or are we just walking wallets to you?”
“If these organizers won’t respect us, let’s show them what twenty thousand pissed-off people can do! Everyone rush the stage! Tear this whole place apart!”
As the angry voices grew louder and more threatening throughout the venue, Jason’s trained eyes quickly scanned the massive crowd. After assessing the situation, he sent an urgent message to their group chat. “The mastermind has agitators positioned approximately every ten meters throughout the audience. We don’t have enough people to neutralize all of them before they cause serious damage.”
The overwhelming size of the crowd was creating major problems, limiting their ability to move freely and act decisively. One wrong move could trigger a chain reaction that would lead to consequences nobody could predict or control.
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