Revenge After Death



When I went downstairs, I happened to see Jimmy talking to Una.

"I won't die easily again," I whispered to Steven as he held my hand tightly.

He turned around and locked eyes with me, his gaze filled with intensity.

"I refuse to waste any more of my life. So no matter what happens, you must choose me unconditionally over anyone else," I reiterated. I wouldn't die so easily. There was no need to look for a "resurrection body " for me.

Steven looked at me nervously and tightened his grip. "Don't lie to me."

"I won't lie to you." I grinned.

I would never deceive Steven, but when it came to other individuals, it would depend on the circumstances.

Steven smiled warmly and reached out to draw me into his embrace. Perhaps he had also noticed the profound transformation I had undergone since my return.

"Don't worry... I'll never mistake you." Steven's voice was hoarse as his trembling body held me tightly. He was probably afraid that I would die in the laboratory.

"I believe you." I rested my chin on his shoulder.

"Stephie, did you see Michael's hesitation when he saw Una? It's clear that he doesn't truly love you. He's nothing but a hypocritical liar. Stephie, don't like him anymore." Steven started to speak ill of Michael. "Mhm. I don't like him." I nodded.

Steven stood up proudly and led me downstairs.

"Why didn't these people search our bodies? We all have weapons..." I was a little confused.

"We can't identify the NPCs, except for the ones carrying guns in the cockpit." Because we couldn't identify the Rebels in the crowded group.

There was one thing that was certain. Over a hundred wealthy individuals were members of both the Global Trade Union and Genome Society. However, among the remaining thousand individuals, there were also some Rebels. Despite us having weapons, their usefulness was minimal.

That night, we discovered the 14-year-old girl in the common dining area on the third floor. Clad in her performance dance costume, she was trembling with fear as she sought refuge under the table to savor her fruit.

The entire cruise ship had returned to its former liveliness. The chef was as busy as ever, preparing meals as usual. Everyone was dining as per routine.

The only difference was that the common dining area seemed less crowded, with many guests flocking to the VIP section on the 16th floor. This exclusive area catered to the wealthy with its offerings of scallops, lobsters, and various other premium seafood not available in other dining areas.

"We're here to rescue you," I said as I squatted on the ground and looked at the young girl.

The young girl climbed out cautiously, her mouth filled with grease. "Seriously?"

I nodded. "The police are already on the cruise. If they come searching for you again, I'll bring you to them.

The young girl wiped her mouth and nodded obediently. "Madam, please eat quickly. When I was hiding under the cabin, I overheard the bad guys saying that from tomorrow on, they would limit food and distribute the remaining resources on the cruise based on wealth.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"Only the wealthy will have access to delicious food. Those without money will only be able to eat dry bread."

I was momentarily stunned and turned to look back at Steven. "Are they intentionally trying to provoke conflict between the rich and the poor?"

Steven frowned and remained silent, his expression clearly indicating the seriousness of the matter. It was evident that this was no trivial issue.

"Let's take her to Zion. Then, we'll locate the president of Crowdstar Group and ensure his safety. You must have met him before, right? Only then will we have the opportunity to contact the top leader of the organization."

I grabbed Steven's arm and quickly led him toward the entrance of the elevator.

We had to locate the president of Crowdstar Group immediately. It would be extremely perilous if conflicts and riots involving over a thousand individuals unfolded.

Steven held me back and hesitated to speak, "Stephie... Actually..."