Revenge After Death

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"Hide well... The roller coaster is about to start." Once again, the eerie voice resurfaced.

Unlike the mechanical recordings on the 17th or 16th floors, this voice changer was undoubtedly operated by a living individual. It becevident that this person was certainly one of the murderers. "There must be more than one person behind such a grand spectacle," I whispered with a frown. I even suspected that there was an organization or a gang behind it.

"It's not just one person," confirmed Steven.

"Countdown begins. Three, two, one..." The countdown finished, and the ground mechanisms started moving randomly. Steven and I hid under the carousel, and the floor tiles underneath us also opened up. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have found myself dangerously close to falling.

Someone noticed the floor tiles shifting and hurriedly fled from his hiding place with a shout.

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He was in big trouble. Now, all those people's gaze was focused on him.

"Help!" the man cried out, desperately attempting to escape.

Over there, the floor tiles under Rachel's feet also moved. Zion held her in his arms, fortunately preventing her from falling.

Unluckily, Carol's scream of fright led those people to discover her. They were all hiding in a cabinet, and now, they were basically exposed.

Joel had no other option but to cout. As he observed the few of them acting separately, he contemplated devising strategies for the imminent battle.

"Our weapon isn't easy to use," Joel cursed.

Zion sheltered Rachel before walking out. "There's no other choice. We must face this head-on and fight..." Before he finished speaking, his ax was cut off by someone else's chainsaw.

"Help!" At this time, Joel also screamed and pulled Zion away to safety.

Steven and I crouched down in the cramped space, and I nearly nestled into his arms. A look of contentment crossed his face.

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"Stephie..." I couldn't believe Steven was still in the mood to flirt withat this critical moment.

I lowered my voice even further and lightly tapped his forehead. "Shut up... Joel can't hold on any longer." Steven didn't seem to care. He simply embraced and caressed me, like a loyal dog reuniting with its master. "You..." I let out a sigh, feeling less angry than I had anticipated.

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I gently patted his head and whispered, "Take cover here while I separate them." I comforted him and wanted to leave. When I left, I was stunned, feeling like it was always my instinct to protect him. But before that, wasn't I always seeking his protection? Steven huggedeven tighter. As he raised his gaze, I could see the intensity in his bloodshot eyes. It seemed that Stephanie had always been exceptionally protective of him in the past.

"Don't make me... wait any longer." His voice was hoarse yet trembling.

He said not to make him wait any longer.

"Stephie, you often ask if genetically modified humans are still human But the irreplaceable element of human beings is emotion, which can't be replicated." With emotions, they were truly human beings.

This was what Stephanie had always wanted to prove. As long as she had emotions, she would be normal and could find reasons and motivation to live.

The side effects of genetic modification included the

development of depression, the loss of motivation to live, and individuals being influenced by a strong urge for vel self-destruction and suicide. This should not exist as it went against ethics, morals, and even the laws of nature. My body felt a bit numb, so I reached out and grabbed Steven's wrist. "Then let's go out together."

Lately, I had been frequently experiencing a recurring dreamm o where I pondered the nature of human consciousness. Was it carbon-based or silicon-based? This thought challengedto

consider whether consciousness could be transferred like a computer file, rendering the human body m merely a vesseletfisoch a scenaE were possible, then concepts such as reincarnation, rebirth, and even immortality might no longer be confined to the realm of Science fiction. X

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