Chapter 485 Chains and Masks

    Chapter 485 Chains and Masks

    Theresa burned through all thirteen gleamstone lottery draws in one sweep.

    iDing/ii! /iSpeed–type ability acquired.

    iDing/i! Strength–itype /iability acquired.

    iDing/ii! /iSpeedi–/iitype /iability acquired…

    iDing/i! New iability /iunlocked: maism control ability.

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    Her eyes snapped open at thest one. Finally, something new after ten pulls of the same boring speed- type and strength–type abilities.

    iMaism /iicontrol /iability: Amplify or block maic signals.

    She zeroed in on the feed running through her earpiece. One thoughtter, the signal went dead. Silence wrapped around her.

    A grin tugged at her mouth. Now that’s more ilike /iiit/ii. /i

    After reviewing the System Store’s limited–time shop–nothing noteworthy this time, just dull building supplies–she prepared herself and fired messages to Lura from Ark Camp Two and Darian from Ark Camp Three. Once everything was set, she closed her eyes and kept her breathing steady.

    When she opened them, she was ready for war.

    Her chopper dropped just as the sun bled red across the prairie. Thend glowed under a fading sky, grasnds stretching empty for miles. Only a few stray zombies shuffled around. The location was clever- hundreds of miles from the nearest city. Even a massive zombie horde would struggle to reach this ce. Beneath the ins, the undergroundplex waited. Sealed tight, impossible to crack unless you knew the way in.

    The bunker was packed by the time she arrived.

    Morgan stood at the center, smiling as if the whole stage had been set for him. “You came,” he said.

    “I came,” she answered tly.

    He stepped closer, voice soft, almost intimate. “I’ve spoken with my brother. I won’t kill you. In fact… I’ll marry you. I’m serious about us, Theresa.”

    Horace stepped up behind him, holding a ss of water. His voice was icy and precise. “This is an abortion pill. Swallow it. End the child. You already refused mercy once. Now you’ll live by our-”

    A gag drowned the rest of his sentence.

    Theresa shoved the water and pill into his mouth, her voice cutting like shattered ss. “If anyone’s getting aborted today, it’s you.”

    Horace choked violently, coughing as liquid spilled down his chin. “Theresa! You’re finished! You hear me?

    Finished!”

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    Morgan’s shout cut through. “Enough!”

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    His gaze softened again when it turned back to her. “If you won’t end the pregnancy, then don’t. I’ll raise the child.”

    Theresa’s eyes slid toward him, cold as steel. “Is everyone here?”

    “They are, Morgan replied.

    Theresa ordered, “Then take me to them.”

    Morgan hesitated, then pulled out a set of electronic shackles–cors rigged with mini–bombs and shock circuits. He twirled the remote between his fingers, smiling. “Put these on. Behave, confess your sins, and nothing will happen.”

    Her lips twitched, almost a smile. Right ion /icue. Maism control ability… block the signali, /iiand /iiyour /ilittle toy dies.

    Without a word, she sped the shackles onto herself. Morgan’s face lit with smug delight at her “obedience.”

    The elevator sank them deep–five levels down. Unlikest time, Morgan didn’t lead Theresa to an open hall but to a chamber sealed tight.

    When the door opened, the air felt suffocating.

    A vast white hall spread before her. It looked less like a meeting room and more like some grotesque temple. Rows of masked figures lined both sides. Yellow masks on the left–Ark Camp Two. White masks. on the right–Ark Camp Three. At the head sat a man in a green mask, one she had never seen before.

    Every eye was on her.

    Judgment, hatred, and scorn. A few even looked like they wanted to leap across the room and slit her throat on the spot. Walking between them in shackles, Theresa felt like she was marching into a courtroom of self–proimed gods.

    The man in the green mask finally spoke, “You are Theresa Hall.”

    She tilted her chin, voice steady. “Then you must be the camp leader of Ark Camp One.”

    Magnus‘ eyes narrowed as he studied her. Even shackled and surrounded, she carried herself like no one could touch her. iNo /iiwonder /iiMorgan /ican’t get iher /iiout /iiof /iihis /iihead/ii, /ihe thought. iShe’s /igot ifire /iin her iveins/i.

    “Theresa, this is not a ce where you can act unruly,” a voice from Ark Camp Two warned.

    “You came here to repent,” someone from Ark Camp Three added coldly.

    Theresa’s gaze swept the hall. She let their words hang in the air before she finally spoke, her voice slicing through the silence. “Repent? To who? You think you sit above me? Then state your names. Let me know which mongrels believe they have the right to judge me.”

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    Chapter 486 The So–Called Trial