Revenge After Death



Steven glanced at the unconscious man on the floor. "What's up with him?"

"His palm is injured. The men outside wanted to kill him, so I saved him. But he didn't let me open the door, so I knocked him out," I said resignedly.

Steven grabbed my wrist and said solemnly, "Remember to never trust anyone on this ship. Even if you hear my voice outside the door, don't open it unless you're absolutely sure."

He looked very serious. The situation outside must've been dire.

"From now onward, remember our code." He shot me a knowing look.

I nodded. "What's... the situation outside right now?"

"Some lunatic gathered a bunch of people. They started killing people once the sun set. While doing so, they're searching for the president of Crowdstar Group among those with injured palms."

The killing game had already begun.

"I want to go home, I want to go home," the girl cried repeatedly.

I knelt down and looked at her. "What's your name?"

"My name is Yara..."

"Be a good girl, Yara. We'll definitely get you off this cruise and bring you back to your parents, okay?" I patted her head to comfort her.

She calmed down and wiped the tears off of her face. "I'm so afraid."

"Don't be. Go get some rest. It'll be better in the morning,"

I brought her to the bathroom and prepared a bath for her.

After Yara was done, the man I knocked unconscious had also started to wake up.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He looked at us in fear. Upon noticing the wound on Steven's palm, he then relaxed. "The lunatics outside are going after people with wounds on our hands, like us. You should probably stay put."

He continued carefully, "Can I ask you a question? Are you the president of Crowdstar Group?"

Steven looked at him and replied blankly, "No."

The man smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, that shouldn't be something you disclose to a stranger... I'm not him either. I just got my hand randomly sliced open among the crowd, and now, I'm being hunted."

Steven didn't say anything. He sat on the couch and looked at me and Yara after we exited the bathroom. " Go get some rest. I'll keep watch."

"You should all get some rest. I can help you keep watch..." the man offered softly.

"No need. Just take the couch." Steven checked the time. "There's still about three hours left before the sun comes up. They aren't done with their killing spree yet. Don't open the door no matter what."

The man nodded and curled up on the couch.

He said in a soft voice, "My wife and kid were both killed by those people... It feels like I'm in a dream. How could something like this happen? Who on earth is this president? How can so many innocent people die because of him?

"I'd step up if I were him... He could save so many lives just by sacrificing his own," he continued muttering.

Steven stared at him with a knowing gaze but remained silent.

I shot him a glance before tucking Yara into bed. "Get some rest."

The young girl lay next to me and stared fixedly at me. "Do you believe in God?" she asked softly.

I smiled. "I suppose..."

The God I worshiped was the cause I believed in.

"My mom said that God is a faith. People need faith in order to have a sense of direction in life. With faith, they can achieve the impossible, create miracles, and rid themselves of suffering," she said in a soft voice.

"We need God to save us..." She buried her face in my chest.

I shot her a glance. Her first few sentences were fine, but the last bit.

Rid themselves of suffering? Why did it feel like her mother was in some sort of cult?

"It's getting late. Hurry up and get some sleep."

Yara hummed in response before gradually shutting her eyes and drifting off.