Chapter 436

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Chapter 436: Girl Psychic: Elene

In the northern part of the Night Union, there existed a unique city called “Giant Hive.”

As its name suggests, the Giant Hive resembled a massive bee’s nest. Multiple layers of rooms were stacked upon each other, housing a population of over a billion people.

“The Almighty,” the Chief Executive Officer of Noy Military, was a well-known dictator.

He had once been an extraordinary individual in Ring City. Several decades ago, he arrived at the Giant Hive, where he utilized the advanced technology left behind by an ancient civilization known as the “annulus” to impose self-isolation.

With unparalleled power, the Almighty effortlessly transformed this vast city into his personal garden.

The Giant Hive was divided into thousands of chambers, each resembling a street block where people lived, tightly controlled.

The people lived like bees, buzzing with purpose. Every day, they had to complete their tasks with diligence, for any serious mistake or laziness was deemed a crime.

Nest number 1889.

This chamber was the closest to the “Royal Platform,” but it was not a residential street. Instead, it was the most notorious prison in the “Giant Hive.”

At that moment, nearly a thousand prisoners sat on the ground in the prison yard. None of them dared to look up. They could only bow their heads, staring at the floor.

A group of women, dressed in glamorous black military uniforms, walked forward in a neat formation. Tall and graceful, their beautiful faces radiated with an intimidating presence.

They stopped not far from the prisoners, their expressions cold and distant.

Each one of them was stunningly beautiful, with golden ponytails shimmering in the sunlight. Their bodies were nearly perfect. However, there was one small detail that stood out—they all looked nearly identical.

These women referred to themselves as “The Almighty’s little daughters.”

They were the latest batch of female clones, specifically engineered for combat prowess. Each of them possessed extraordinary strength, nearing the level of awakened superhumans.

Clones were a common presence in the Giant Hive.

Although the environment could influence them, each batch of clones typically had identical appearances. The only distinguishing factor between them was the barcode on the back of their necks.

The Giant Hive was subtly divided into five classes.

At the top was “The Almighty,” who wielded almost absolute power and control over everyone’s bodies and minds. Everything the Almighty did was considered right, and everything he said was seen as law. People were required to worship him unconditionally, or else they would be deemed criminals.

The next class consisted of the clones, mass-produced by the Almighty himself. Using advanced technology from a higher civilization, the Almighty created these powerful clones, turning them into his “sons” and “daughters,” and governed the entire city through them.

Next were the employees within Noy Military—servants of servants, but holding slightly higher social status than the average people.

The last two classes were the common people and the rebels.

The rebels had no rights. Within the “Giant Hive,” their fate was tragic, often leading to brutal and severe executions that would wipe out their entire families.

From the group of clones, a golden-haired woman emerged. She gently pressed down her hat, her face showing no emotion.

“You, all of you, are guilty,” she declared.

She was Z-12. Among the many “Almighty’s daughters,” Z-12 was the most exceptional.

As the twelfth clone to mature in this batch, she was officially designated as Z-12. Within a few short years, she attained Crown level power, earning the Almighty’s praise and elevating her status to great heights.

Z-12 often referred to herself as Partridge, and she was the only clone in the group who didn’t tie her hair into a ponytail. Partridge believed she was the most exceptional of the clones and sought to stand out from the others. Though the other “little daughters” dared not speak out, they secretly resented her.

Under the synthetic sunlight, Partridge coldly glanced at the prisoners and spoke loudly, “Great Father, Lord Almighty, he tirelessly works for the happiness of this city, and everything he does is for the sake of this city…”

“In the outside world, both Ring City and Tree City launch constant attacks against us. It is the great Almighty who defends us from all threats.”

“You all know what lies beyond the Night Union! The Air Alliance and the Kingdom of Dark Light—both countries became a human hell a hundred years ago, filled with suffering and destruction. Father worked tirelessly to keep this city running smoothly, so you could live comfortably. Yet, instead of being grateful, you all harbor ulterior motives!”

“You all deserve to die!” she shouted.

Some prisoners trembled in fear, deeply terrified but too frightened to even plead for mercy.

For speaking out during a clone commander’s speech would result in instant execution.

The fear was real.

Just then, Partridge’s tone softened.

“But my dear father is very kind, and he is willing to give you all a chance to reform yourselves here…”

“As long as you confess properly and provide names of those with rebellious hearts, the sooner you can atone and leave. Otherwise, you swine will remain here forever.”

She sighed deeply.

“I’ve finished speaking! Work!” she ordered.

After finishing her speech, Partridge turned and walked away. The other clones followed her, while the prisoners were forced to begin their daily labor—mining for ore.

“Hmph, what a bunch of wasteful garbage. Coming to this place is a complete waste of my precious life.”

In the warden’s office, Partridge sat with her legs crossed, gently swaying her high boots, indifferent to her position as the warden. She held a cup of steaming tea in her hands.

Meanwhile, the clone serving as the warden stood silently to the side, head lowered, with a face full of flattery.

Partridge suddenly spoke up, “Warden, I recently received a report. Someone claimed the leader of the rebellious army, ‘Elene,’ might be hiding in this very prison.”

This was why Partridge had come.

“It’s absolutely impossible!” the warden exclaimed in shock. “This report must be unreliable!”

“How can that be?” Partridge asked calmly, not even glancing at him.

The warden persisted, “Think about it. It doesn’t make sense. The rebels have been causing trouble outside. If their leader were captured and thrown into this prison, why hasn’t the rebellion been affected?”

Partridge shook her head coldly. “I don’t know why, but I received secret intelligence that strongly suggests she might be here… My mission is to find her among these people.”

“But… this can’t be…” the warden wanted to argue.

“Boom!”

Partridge’s tall boots kicked him in the lower abdomen, causing the warden to collapse in pain, howling on the ground.

“Don’t deny me! Trash!” she sneered.

With a cold, disgusted expression, she pressed her boot against the warden’s face, applying relentless pressure.

“The source of this secret intelligence is undeniable! You foolish swine!”

After the prisoners finished their work mining stones, they returned to their dormitories.

In the face of advanced technology, iron bars had been replaced with specially designed lasers.

A slender young girl with black hair calmly entered her room. Her three roommates looked at her with disgust, showing no interest in communicating.

In fact, they had once “communicated,” but it had caused the frail young girl great harm and suffering.

But the girl was deaf and mute, so when they picked on her, all she could do was make incomprehensible sounds. She never fought back, and now they had grown tired of it.

The frail young girl lowered her head and saw a mess of rubbish on her bed, but she didn’t mind. She simply cleaned everything up calmly.

Finally, she sat down on her bed, leaning against the wall with a tired expression.

It seemed exhaustion was getting the best of her.

As she closed her eyes, a voice echoed deep within her heart.

It was the sound of roaring, crying, cannon fire, and the crackling of flames.

[Leader! Leader!]

[We can’t hold on much longer. We’re completely trapped here by those war machines. Escape is impossible. It’s all because of that wicked chief scientist and his inventions! The firepower is overwhelming, and our main mechs have all been damaged! Leader! What should we do now?!]

Resting against the prison wall, Elene remained calm, contemplating quietly within her heart.

[Head towards the three o’clock direction and rush over quickly.]

[Don’t be afraid. There is still a thirty percent chance for you to make it back alive.]