Revenge After Death



I was in the hospital for two days, and Zion came to visit as expected. He hesitated outside the door while holding the fruits. Rachel also peeked her head in. Eason then pushed Zion away and entered with flowers. "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to pollen. Please leave," I said as I covered my head with the quilt. I was concerned about Steven and Rachel's safety. I was fine with risking it, but I could not let them put themselves at risk.

Eason looked perplexed. "There are an abundance of flowers growing at home. When did you develop an allergy?"

"Just now, right before you came in." I snorted, embracing Steven tightly.

Eason finally grasped the situation and carefully arranged the flowers and fruits on the table. "We're not trying to pressure you to go. We're just here to visit you. Don't get us wrong,"

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. No one would believe that.

"Um... But there are actually over 20 children aboard the cruise, including a few babies," Zion murmured, brushing the tip of his nose.

Eason and Zion glanced at Steven, who in turn looked back at me. They were all aware that I would never abandon those kids.

"How many people belong to the Rebels?" I asked. I was concerned about our chances of survival as we ventured across the sea. The entire cruise ship had fallen under their control, with scarce fuel and limited supplies adding to our predicament.

"The Rebels are lurking on the cruise ship. They could be drivers, chefs, sailors, or even dancers on the ship," Zion whispered. In other words, the police hadn't figured out the total number of Rebels yet.

"Jimmy claims that the Rebels successfully hacked the website of the Global Trade Union and managed to send invitations to all members within Huma. This suggests that they may have been secretly present on the cruise ship for a while.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Considering the large number of Rebels on board, it's highly dangerous for us to get on the cruise," I analyzed with a frown.

"The police will maintain a vigilant presence in a secure vicinity. They'll be prepared for immediate rescue operations. Furthermore, the Rebels have given their word that once the few of us board the cruise, they'll release the innocent children first."

I clenched my hands nervously. It was not out of fear of death but because I had a bad feeling. When I was in the laboratory, I felt overwhelming fear.

The individuals in the organization were truly intimidating, and the Rebels were just as fearsome. There was no clear distinction between right and wrong, no discernible good and evil. It was just a clash of opposites.

The Rebels sought to dismantle Genome Society, but their ultimate objective remained a mystery. Was it driven purely by a thirst for revenge?

On the other hand, Genome Society intended to control the world's abundance of wealth and vital resources. Thus, there was an undeniable clash of interests between the two parties.

I frowned and looked at Zion and the others. "Have you considered why they keep pushing us to participate in this damn game over and over again? I understand why they want me on board. It's because I'm a valuable resource for the organization right now.

"But what about you guys? Zion is just a detective. As for you, Eason, even though you were in the advanced class, your IQ doesn't quite meet the organization's standards..."

Eason glared at me and then parted his lips, clearly displeased but unable to explain it...

"Rachel is a trainee coroner and Steven is just a customized heir of genome editing. There are likely multiple heirs in wealthy families just like Steven. Jimmy is one of them too. So why do they need to monitor you all and include you when they play these damn games?"

I couldn't grasp their intention fully unless the leader of the Rebels had a specific purpose behind their actions.

"Furthermore, the news that Nancy showed me indicated that Peter was a member of the Rebels. He was already apprehended. How could someone come up with a cruise ship game in such a systematic and methodical manner?" Clearly, Peter was not the sole leader of the Rebels.

Zion and Eason fell silent. Clearly, my doubts mirrored theirs.

At the door, Joel reached into his pockets and asked Steven with a smile, "Rather than struggling and doubting here, it's better to go and find out the reason. Are you afraid of death?"

I looked at Steven, expecting him to declare that he wasn't afraid. After all, he had never shown fear of death before. But instead, Steven frowned and said with deep conviction, "Of course. I have a wife."

Of course, he was afraid of death. Now, with a wife by his side, why wouldn't he be afraid of death?

"Tsk, you're absolutely insane." Joel snorted.

"I have a wife, and you don't," Steven repeated.

Joel angrily turned and stood outside the door, ignoring Steven. The ward was silent, and everyone was quiet.