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Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Death
Eventually, their fingers twitched.
Their brows furrowed. And then...they woke up.
Both of them instinctively raised their hands to their heads, wincing as a dull ache throbbed through their skulls.
"What... what happened?" Keith muttered, his voice hoarse.
Pearl looked around, her eyes unfocused. "This is... our house?"
Their confusion deepened when they noticed Silas... and Martha standing nearby.
"What’s going on?" Pearl asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Martha didn’t hide anything. She stepped forward and told them everything.
Every detail. Every suspicion. Every truth. And as the words sank in, their faces turned deathly pale.
Suddenly, memories surged back. Like a dam breaking. Keith’s eyes widened in horror.
Pearl staggered slightly, her lips parting as her breath hitched.
They remembered. Everything.
It was Keith... who had injected the worm into the apple.
It was Pearl... who had carefully hidden it among the slices.
They had watched Ember eat it.
They had disposed of the evidence flawlessly.
They had even discussed how to mislead Ivy, how to make it seem as though Pearl was the sole mastermind.
And once Ivy dealt with Pearl... Keith would take advantage of the chaos... and seize control of the city from within.
The realization crushed them. Their bodies trembled.
Their gazes slowly shifted toward Martha... then toward Silas.
"Your work is done..." Keith whispered weakly. "You should... leave now."
But Silas shook his head calmly. "No," he said, his voice firm. "It’s not over."
He looked directly at them, his eyes sharp.
"Don’t you find it strange?" he continued. "Out of everyone here... why were you two chosen?"
Silence filled the room.
"If those superior beings wanted to harm Ivy," he added, "they could have gone after someone closer to her. Someone easier to manipulate."
Martha frowned slightly. "That... does make sense."
Silas folded his arms, his gaze thoughtful. "So why you?" he pressed.
Pearl hesitated before speaking, her voice weak.
"After I gave birth..." she murmured, "I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I had... postpartum depression."
Keith gave a bitter smile. "And I wasn’t much better either."
Silas nodded slowly. "So both of you were mentally vulnerable," he said. "That aligns with my theory."
He exhaled softly. "They targeted people with low mental capacity."
The room fell silent again.
Martha and Silas exchanged glances, both sinking into deep thought, trying to connect the final missing pieces.
But no matter how hard they tried...the answer didn’t come.
Finally, Silas straightened.
"For now, we leave it," he said. "The answer will reveal itself eventually."
He turned his gaze distant. "Our priority... is the population problem."
Later, as the city stretched endlessly with overcrowded buildings and suffocating density, Silas stood by the window, his mind racing.
’Even with so many floors... there’s still not enough space,’ he thought.
Then...
An idea formed.
"If each floor had six apartments instead of fewer..." he murmured, "and if we built dormitory-style structures for temporary accommodation ..."
His eyes lit up slightly. ’That could work.’
It wasn’t a perfect solution. But it was a start. When Ivy woke up, he presented the plan to her.
She listened quietly before nodding.
"For now... tactics are enough," she said. "We’ll build a long-term strategy later."
Not long after, a piece of news arrived.
Grace, Arthur, Joel, and Hannah are dead. When Ivy heard it, her expression barely changed.
Calm. Indifferent. As if she had already expected it. But deep inside, there was a flicker.
Joel. Out of all of them... His death stood out the most.
’In this life... he couldn’t escape his fate,’ she thought quietly.
In her previous life, Joel had lived a decade longer than his time. But this time he died rather tragically.
She remembered it clearly.
There had been a girl. Innocent. Timid. She had been sent to prison, but she seemed like she was related to the prison guard.
Joel had approached her gently, patiently earning her trust.
Ivy had watched everything unfold with her own eyes.
And once he gained that trust, he began to control her.
Step by step. Word by word. Guiding her actions. Shaping her choices.
The girl had obeyed him at first. Every instruction. Every suggestion.
She followed them all without resistance, her soft eyes lowered, her demeanor as gentle and submissive as he had hoped.
Watching her, Joel had felt a quiet thrill creeping into his chest, a sense of control tightening like a fist around his confidence.
’It’s working... she’s completely under my control,’ he had thought, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
But the moment he believed he had won, the girl suddenly stopped.
Slowly, she lifted her head. And then, she laughed. Not softly. Not nervously. But directly at him.
A sharp, almost mocking laugh that cut through the air like a blade.
Joel froze.
"You really think..." she said, her voice dripping with amusement, "that I don’t know what you’ve been trying to do?"
His breath hitched.
The confidence in his chest crumbled instantly, collapsing like fragile glass under pressure. For a moment, he could only stare at her, his thoughts spiraling into chaos.
’No... that’s impossible... she shouldn’t... she couldn’t...’
But the girl didn’t wait for his reaction.
She simply smiled, cold, knowing, and turned around.
After that incident...everything changed. A secret plan was formed.
Grace, Hannah, Joel, and Arthur.
The four of them gathered in hushed corners, their voices low, their expressions tense as they discussed their escape.
"We can’t stay here," one of them muttered. "If we don’t act... we’ll die anyway."
So they decided. They would run. No matter the cost. But fate... had other plans.
The night they tried to escape, the atmosphere was thick with dread. And then, everything fell apart. Betrayal.
Hannah. She turned on them. In the end... she betrayed them all.
Joel’s jaw tightened violently. He could still feel it, the pain and the darkness.
By that point, his eyes had already been gouged out.
An endless black void surrounded him, swallowing everything whole. He couldn’t see, couldn’t orient himself, couldn’t even tell where the others were.