Chapter 437

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Chapter 437: Interrogation

In a chamber within the “Giant Hive,” towering silver robots clanged loudly, their red lights scanning their surroundings as they launched repeated, powerful attacks.

The bombardment was relentless, each strike wreaking havoc. Entire rows of buildings crumbled, flames erupting on the ground.

The members of the rebellion moved quickly, maneuvering through the rubble, trying to counter the mechanical onslaught. Their weapons were vastly inferior—only a handful had decent mechs, while most could only afford low-quality power armors. These armors could withstand the aftermath of artillery strikes but offered no protection from direct hits. A direct hit meant instant death.

“Ugh, these are the wicked creations of that cursed chief scientist, that rascal named H1-K7!” one of the rebels muttered, frustration evident in their voice.

The situation was dire, and yet, amidst the chaos, a familiar voice echoed in their minds—the calm, neutral tone of their leader.

[Head towards three o’clock direction, hurry and make a dash for it. You still have a thirty percent chance of making it back alive.]

The voice was cold yet carried an air of unwavering authority, inspiring both reliance and admiration from the rebels.

Despite never having seen their leader’s true face or knowing their true name or gender, all the rebels trusted the leader implicitly. Time and again, the leader had commanded from afar, guiding them through perilous situations with near-miraculous outcomes.

“We have no choice but to do this now!” one rebel exclaimed as they turned toward the three o’clock direction, gritting their teeth and preparing to break through.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The bombardment intensified, and several rebels fell, their bodies torn apart by the explosions. The remaining survivors, however, didn’t think of revenge. They only focused on escaping, desperate to break free.

After a short while, the leader’s voice once again filled their minds.

[“Stop and attack the building ahead,” the leader commanded.]

Without hesitation, the rebels unleashed a wave of firepower at the building in front of them. Silver mechanical creatures erupted from within, only to be obliterated by the rebels’ relentless assault.

[“Now, head towards the nine o’clock direction,” the leader instructed.]

The rebels swiftly altered their course, following their leader’s guidance, skillfully evading and defeating ambushes. Finally, they reached a dilapidated garden. They destroyed the fountain in the center and uncovered an underground passage.

Their spirits lifted.

“The leader is amazing! They saved us again!” one rebel said, wide-eyed with awe.

“Wow, that’s incredible!” another cheered, filled with admiration.

The joy of surviving swelled within them, deepening their admiration for the mysterious leader, “Elene.” Many longed for the day they might see their leader’s face.

In a prison cell, Elene slowly opened her eyes.

This prison was equipped with technology that suppressed extraordinary powers, and the warden believed no prisoner could communicate with the outside world. The prisoners wore special black collars that monitored and controlled their every movement. Anyone who attempted to escape would be instantly killed.

But Elene was no ordinary prisoner.

Despite being here, she could still project her voice without making a single physical gesture.

As the leader of the rebellion, Elene had orchestrated countless sabotage operations from behind the scenes. But now, she found herself unexpectedly captured and imprisoned.

Ironically, being here felt safer to her, as if the walls of the prison offered a strange sense of security.

Elene’s gaze shifted toward the laser gate, and she noticed a group of prison guards standing outside, watching her.

What’s going on?

Her brow furrowed, but she remained calm.

“It’s you. Come out with us!” shouted one of the guards, but Elene didn’t respond.

Because, she was deaf and mute.

Unable to get a reaction, the guards opened the cell door and forcibly dragged her out, taking her to a sealed black room.

Waiting for her in that room was Partridge.

Elene was bound to a chair, her face filled with anxiety as she lowered her head and glanced at the golden-haired woman, unsure of what would happen next.

“Ah, ah, ah…” Elene attempted to scream, but the words couldn’t escape her lips.

Partridge observed her carefully. After a moment, she spoke with a chilling tone.

“I’ve done my research. There are over ten special people in this prison, and you’re one of them… a mute, huh?”

“Although you claim to be deaf and mute, under the surveillance of technology, it seems that you occasionally display an unusual awareness. These are just small details, but they don’t escape my notice.”

Partridge’s gaze hardened, her eyes cold as a wolf’s.

“I heard… the reason you ended up here is rather absurd. Someone found books from the outside in your neighbor’s house, and your neighbor, in a bid to reduce their sentence, mysteriously accused you. It must have been a false accusation, right? You’re innocent, aren’t you?”

“Are you upset? Do you want to say something that might help you leave sooner?”

Elene merely lowered her head, trembling.

The leader of the rebellion was right here in this prison, and Partridge was certain of it. She knew that the one providing her with information was none other than the “Father”—the Almighty.

Where, where is Elene?

Partridge was desperate to find her, to strip her of everything. The entire city was prepared for a live broadcast of her capture.

Elene’s face remained innocent and unaware. In prison, she went by the very ordinary name of “Sophia,” and no one knew her true identity as “Elene.” In fact, “Elene” wasn’t even her real name; it was the name of the former leader of the rebellion, a role she had inherited.

Suddenly, Partridge delivered a powerful kick.

The blow struck Elene’s abdomen, causing her to crumple to the ground in pain. She trembled, clutching her head as her body writhed from the assault.

Partridge didn’t stop. She kicked again, sneering.

“Don’t resist? Oh, that’s right, you can’t use your extraordinary powers here… Hehe.”

After a few more kicks, Partridge finally stopped. Elene’s bones had broken, and blood poured from her mouth. She was on the brink of losing consciousness.

“Next.”

Partridge waved her hand, signaling for someone to take Elene away.

Elene was then chained to a wooden frame in the interrogation room, where she was subjected to continuous torture.

Partridge had made up her mind. If she couldn’t find the leader, she would kill everyone in the prison. It was better to be overly cautious than to let one escape.

But that was her last resort. Deep down, Partridge still hoped to find Elene and execute her publicly. The significance of such an event would be immense.

As Elene lay there, her body wracked with pain, dizziness overtook her. She realized she had been taken to the interrogation room, where various torture devices were prepared for her.

The golden-haired woman wasn’t human at all—she was a monster hiding beneath a human guise. From the beginning, she had never intended for Elene to survive.

Pretending to be clueless wouldn’t help her now.

What should she do? Elene found herself in a hopeless situation.

I can’t die like this.

I inherited that person’s will…

Suddenly, a voice resounded from deep within her heart.

[Girl Psychic Elene…]

[Destiny has chosen you!]

Frozen in place, Elene stood motionless.