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Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Plan
Jeff suddenly laughed. A low, almost mocking laugh.
"The prophecy...?" he repeated. "It’s flawed."
Ferrero stiffened.
"It claims there are only five individuals with superior blood," Jeff continued calmly. "But from what I’ve seen... there are six."
Ferrero frowned deeply. "What are you even talking about...?"
Then, as if remembering something, his expression darkened. "...Forget that. Tell me what you saw," he demanded. "My past life. What did you see?"
Jeff’s smile returned, faint but unsettling. "Oh... that?" he said lightly.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly. "In your past life... you took Ivy’s power."
Ferrero froze. "The ability to summon supplies... it transferred to you," Jeff continued. "And not just that..."
His eyes gleamed. "Ivy’s luck... her fate... you absorbed everything."
"And in the end..." Jeff added softly, "she was left with nothing."
Ferrero’s brows furrowed, disbelief flickering across his face. "That sounds more like a parallel timeline... not a past life," he muttered.
Jeff rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "That’s possible," he admitted. "But I’ve tested this ability on others."
He looked straight at Ferrero. "And it’s been accurate every single time."
Ferrero closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. "I don’t know..." he said quietly. "But if there’s one thing I do know..."
His voice turned cold. "There’s a variable."
Jeff tilted his head slightly. "Ivy," Ferrero said.
A silence followed.
"She should’ve died the moment I awakened," Ferrero added, frustration creeping into his tone.
Jeff laughed suddenly. "Should have?" he repeated. "You had the chance."
Ferrero’s jaw tightened.
"If you had faced her head-on back then..." Jeff continued, his voice almost taunting, "she might’ve died. Her soul might’ve scattered completely."
He paused, his gaze piercing. "But you didn’t."
Ferrero said nothing. "You ran," Jeff said plainly.
The words landed heavily.
"You had the perfect vessel... Damien," he added. "And yet you chose to retreat."
Ferrero’s eyes darkened.
"Don’t pretend I don’t know why," Jeff continued, his tone turning sharper. "At the brink of death... that’s when powers awaken."
A faint smirk appeared. "You were afraid she’d awaken in that moment."
Ferrero clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. "And you chose your own survival instead," Jeff finished calmly.
A thick silence filled the space. Ferrero finally looked away, his expression cold and unreadable.
"If you’re so smart..." he muttered, his voice low, "then figure out how you’ll survive."
Jeff raised an eyebrow.
"When humanity realizes what’s coming... they’ll hunt you down," Ferrero shouted.
Jeff burst into laughter.
A loud, unrestrained laugh that echoed against the walls.
"They won’t even know," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Not even in their wildest dreams... will they know who caused the apocalypse."
Ferrero’s vision blurred. The glowing circle beneath him pulsed violently again, draining what little strength he had left.
His breathing grew shallow. Jeff glanced at him briefly, then looked away, his expression hardening.
"Pathetic..." he muttered under his breath. "Weakling thinking of himself as a king."
He lifted his gaze toward the outside.
Beyond the broken structure, the sky had turned pitch black. Heavy clouds churned violently, and rain poured down relentlessly, each drop striking the ground with a dull, rhythmic intensity.
A slow smile spread across Jeff’s face. "It’s time..." he whispered. "Time to create something... far more slave."
Then he laughed. Loud. Unhinged. Echoing into the storm.
Meanwhile, as Ferrero’s consciousness slipped into darkness, his body growing cold and heavy, he thought he heard something faint through the ringing in his ears... Jeff’s voice.
’He thinks everything is under his control...’ a silent thought lingered in the darkness.
In reality, every step Jeff took... every move he believed was his own...was quietly aligning with Ferrero’s plan.
.................
Seven days of quiet persistence, of trial and failure, of patience stretched to its very limit.
By the end of it, Ivy finally succeeded.
Inside her inner world, the once chaotic, drifting threads of rainbow energy now stood straight... aligned, obedient, glowing softly like disciplined soldiers awaiting command.
When she opened her eyes, the evening light brushed against her face, warm yet faint beneath the grey sky.
Silas stood nearby, watching her closely. A proud smile appeared on his face as he lifted his hand.
"You did it... You’re seriously the smartest."
Ivy let out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "Don’t exaggerate..."
But as her gaze wandered, past him, beyond the perimeter of the base... her expression froze.
The faint smile on her lips vanished. In its place, a deep red seriousness settled across her face.
The rain hadn’t stopped. It hadn’t even slowed. The water level had risen to an alarming degree.
If two men stood one over the other... even then, the water would swallow them whole.
That was how deep it had become. Ivy inhaled slowly, her chest tightening.
"This... isn’t right..." she murmured.
Silas turned his head slightly, following her gaze. "What do you mean?"
Ivy’s eyes remained fixed on the distance, her voice lowering. "In my past life... the seasons didn’t behave like this."
A faint crease formed between her brows. "The rains... the cold... the heat... everything came at different times. There was balance."
She paused. "But now... everything feels pushed forward... overlapping."
The wind howled faintly outside, as if echoing her unease.
"It could be because of rebirth..." she continued, though her tone lacked certainty. "But... can natural disasters really shift this much?"
Silas fell silent. For once, he didn’t have an immediate answer. Ivy clenched her fingers slightly.
"There’s something strange about this apocalypse..."
A thought flickered in Silas’ mind. "Then why don’t we ask the Temporal Storage?" he suggested.
Ivy blinked. "The Temporal Storage...?"
Silas nodded slowly.
"I don’t know why... but I have this feeling that it knows more than it lets on. Even mine gives hints sometimes... without directly saying anything."
Ivy stared at him, stunned. ’Mine... never told me anything like that...’
"Are you serious?" she asked.
Silas nodded again. For a moment, Ivy was speechless. Without wasting time, she immediately reached out in her mind.