Chapter 490
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Chapter 490: Liberation
“Ouch! Uncles… wah, wah, wah! It hurts so much! I really can’t take it anymore… wah, wah, wah… Please, please let me go…”
On the cold, sterile operating table lay a little girl who appeared no older than ten. Her small, frail figure trembled violently in a loose white patient gown. Her tear-streaked face bore an expression of unbearable pain, her delicate cat-like ears twitching weakly as she gasped for breath. She was a half-beast child, barely clinging to life.
Sweat poured down her tiny face, mixing with her endless tears. Her features twisted in agony, her fragile body convulsing under the effects of some cruel, unknown drug. The substance wreaked havoc on her mind and body, subjecting her to horrifying nightmares while steadily draining her life away.
Yet the researchers surrounding her showed no emotion.
They hovered over her with cold, detached efficiency, their faces devoid of pity. Her pitiful cries were nothing but background noise in their relentless pursuit of “progress.”
Her fate had been sealed long ago. Sold off by desperate parents driven to suicide by financial ruin, she was another nameless victim in a cycle of exploitation.
A fate all too common in the Ring City.
Suddenly, the girl let out a strangled gasp. Her tiny body convulsed violently. Her eyes rolled back, and her trembling ceased. Her lips parted in a faint, whispered plea before she fell limp on the table, her chest no longer rising or falling.
“She’s gone,” one researcher said flatly, glancing at a monitor. “Heart failure.”
Another nodded without a flicker of emotion. “Good. While her organs are still viable, begin the transfer immediately.”
They moved with methodical precision, preparing the tools for the grisly task.
Above the girl, a hovering surgical robot extended a scalpel, aligning it with her abdomen.
But just as the blade was about to descend, a voice echoed through the sterile lab.
“I understand your logic. To you, this is just another day at work. You’re not evil in your own eyes—just professionals doing a job. But unfortunately for you, I’m not a wise judge here to weigh the nuances of morality.”
The researchers froze, their heads whipping toward the source of the voice.
Before they could react further, the surgical robot spun sharply, its blade slashing with deadly precision.
The first researcher fell, his throat a gaping wound. Blood sprayed in an arc across the cold, sterile walls.
The second followed moments later, collapsing in a pool of crimson.
Hovering in the doorway, Bai Yan stepped forward, his expression calm yet filled with quiet fury.
With a wave of his hand, he summoned a warm, golden glow that enveloped the little girl’s body. He murmured incantations, his mind channeling immense power to stabilize her fragile state.
“Laws,” Bai Yan said softly, closing his eyes, “are nothing more than tools for those who rule. And the ruling class of Ring City and I… are not on the same side.”
A wave of psychic energy burst forth, rippling through the laboratory like an unseen tide. Fear gripped the remaining researchers as their minds were invaded, their consciousness consumed by Bai Yan’s overwhelming presence.
Across the room, countless “subjects” in cages—debtors awaiting grim fates—gasped in astonishment as the locks on their cages sprung open.
Mu Ling and Maryse stood silently by Bai Yan, their faces pale as they took in the horrific scene before them.
“This place…” Mu Ling whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s pure evil.”
Her fists clenched as she
scanned the rows of trembling
captives and lifeless bodies.
What disturbed her most
wasn’t the researchers’ actions
—but how such atrocities had
become routine in Ring City.
“Why?” she asked aloud, her
voice tinged with frustration.
“Even with colonies in other
worlds, why are they still so
determined to exploit their own
people like this? It doesn’t
make sense…”
Bai Yan gave a grim smile. “In
the eyes of these so-called
‘predators,’ people are just
resources. It doesn’t matter if
they’re domestic or foreign.
Cooperation, confrontation,
exploitation, or consumption—
those are the only options
these ‘rulers’ consider.”
Maryse, who had been silent,
spoke softly. “It’s no different
from my father, really. A so-
called philanthropist, but his
every act of charity is designed
to serve his own interests.
People like him disgust me.”
“Let’s keep moving,” Bai Yan
said. “There are countless labs
like this across Ring City. We
have work to do.”
As if on cue, the gates of Babel
Tower shimmered behind
them. Emerging from the
portal were a group of Omnics,
each bearing an uncanny
resemblance to Amy. Silent
and efficient, they began
evacuating the rescued
captives.
But Mu Ling’s brow furrowed.
“Rock Morgan won’t take this
lying down. Their retaliation is
coming.”
“They’re already here,” Maryse
said, her voice sharp.
A suffocating killing intent
filled the room as two figures
appeared at the far end of the
lab.
A man and a woman.
Both were clad in elegant
attire, their movements precise
and deliberate. The air around
them crackled with energy, the
faint glow of teleportation still
fading from their forms.
“Maintainers,” Bai Yan
murmured.
The confrontation was swift
and brutal.
Despite their confidence, the
agents of Rock Morgan—both
skilled and lethal—were no
match for the raw,
overwhelming power of Babel
Tower’s operatives.
By the time the dust settled,
the laboratory lay in ruins, its
horrors exposed to the light.
And as Bai Yan stood amidst
the wreckage, a quiet resolve
burned in his heart.
For every lab destroyed, a
dozen more waited.
But as long as the flames of
Babel Tower burned, there
would be hope.
Hope for liberation.