Revenge After Death

Was it possible, at some point in the future, for consciousness to be transferred into silicon-based life forms? Humans would then no longer be bound by their physical bodies, instead becoming a new

existence as part machine, part human.

Perhaps it would evolve into a more unsettling coexistence of consciousness.

"Hey!" Without hesitation, I slammed my hand against the iron railing of the carousel to grab those people's attention.

"Split up! Draw their attention and defeat them individually," I yelled to Zion and Joel.

Joel left Zion's side and sprinted in the opposite direction. Zion gazed at Joel, feeling a sense of helplessness as he lamented the remarkable physical strength of the youths.

Joel immediately climbed onto the slide. Then, he jumped down and knocked down a man with a chainsaw from behind. I hurried over and kicked the chainsaw away, then stepped forward to deliver a strong kick. I rendered the man unconscious.

"Tie them up first." This way, we could defeat the targets one by one.

Behind me, Steven grabbed the masked man from behind and strangled him with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Don't kill him." I stopped him with a frown.

These individuals might not actually be contract killers. They appeared confused as if they had been deeply frightened.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

A scream pierced the air as the two men with broken legs were discovered by the men with chainsaws. They had been killed.

I found myself standing in front of Steven, subconsciously shielding him from the horrifying scene I didn't want him to witness. It was as if he had protected me before. Steven gazed at me in silence. "Stephie! Steven! Watch out!" Rachel crouched in the corner and shouted at us.

I looked back and saw a man wielding a chainsaw coming toward us. Steven and I quickly retreated and dodged, formulating strategies to take them down one by one.

"Everyone, hide! That lunatic is going to start again." I assumed it was almost time. The activation of the mechanism was every ten minutes...

"Everyone is having a great time! But be cautious as the countdown begins. Ten, nine, eight..." Indeed, the eerie voice echoed once more.

As the countdown reached zero, the floor started to open and close once again. This time, it was three masked men who fell. They were killed by traps without screaming at all.

I gazed warily at Steven and quickly pulled him back. After observing the activation process twice, it became clear that the floor, which concealed potential traps, was distinguished by its black color.

After defeating a masked man, Michael anxiously approached us. "Killing his own people? There's something wrong with them."

"Indeed..." I reached up and removed the mask from the face of the masked man. I was shocked. His mouth was sewn shut with threads, and his flesh was covered in blood.

"These killers are also victims... They should all be considered part of the genetic crime group," Steven said hoarsely.

They were under Peter.

I discovered the tattoo located just behind their ears. "They're thugs from the criminal gang. They werez originally dispatched to apprehend the serial killer but got caught. instead. Now, they're used as non-player characters to kill us."

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Michael looked at me with a complex expression in his eyes. "It's now indisputable that the human trafficking group and the so-called genetic engineering criminal group are part of the same organization.

"Stephie, ever since the accident, I've been investigating. The shocking truth I uncovered has left me in a state of panic..."

He was afraid to tell me the truth. Hence, he worked with Yasmin to pretend and came here to find the real murderer.

Michael stepped forward, trying to

get closer to me. Yet, Steven stood firmly in front of me, protecting me with unwavering commitment. He still seemed insecure and worried that I might be snatched away.

I was a little disoriented as I gazed at Steven and then at Michael. Love... what did it truly feel like? I still found myself a little confused. Was it painful or happy? Was it Steven or Michael? "Help!" Quinn's cry for help pierced the air, jolting me out of my thoughts.