Against Cruelty, She Grew Strong (by Anastasia Glover) novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619 A Premonition in the Shadows

Tammy and Lucas went out on a date.

Yes, a date.

man and a woman going to a coo is the most conventional date format imaginable.

Back when Norman used to be in the right frame of mind for it, he had taken plenty of women out on similar excursions. He used to find it highly entertaining to watch them lose their composure out of sheer terror whenever a massive predator drifted too close.

But he had never once taken Tammy to a place like that.

And now, she was exploring those parameters with someone else.

Even though both he and Lucas were equally toxic garbage in her estimation, Norman had continuously cradled the arrogant assumption that his profile would always carry a definitive advantage over a bankrupt failure like Lucas.

Yet the reality of her selection left his calculations completely inverted.

With a sharp crack, Norman applied so much physical force that the crystal glass shattered violently within his palm. His features turned incredibly dark, an unadulterated fury cresting in his eyes.

Behind his desk, his sub-exe remained entirely frozen, locking down their vocal outputs as they

monitored the spike in his vitals. It had been an eternity since they witnessed their boss lose his executive control to this degree, let alone over the coordinates of a single woman.

It was glaringly obvious that the elite playboy who routinely navigated a sea of beautiful targets without leaving a single trace of sentiment behind had finally suffered a catastrophic system crash.

Norman stood up from his leather chair. “Get the vehicle ready.”

“Right away, sir.”

He launched forward with long, decisive strides, completely ignoring the dark crimson blood dripping continuously from the lacerations on his palm. He climbed into the primary vehicle, personally commanding the navigation route toward the open-concept wildlife reserve.

Sitting idly on the sidelines while his perimeter was breached was flatly against his operational principles.

It appeared the physical correction he had delivered during their previous encounter hadn’t been severe enough to overwrite Lucas’s strategy.

A sudden, incredibly bizarre wave of unease broke through Tammy’s defenses.

It was a primitive, animalistic survival instinct screaming within her processor.

Lucas caught the sudden tension in her posture, leaning closer to offer a quiet inquiry. “What is it?”

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She let out a faint grunt, her eyes tracking the perimeter. “I have a highly corrupted premonition about our immediate Timeline

Lucas looked at her with genuine bewilderment, but because he was entirely aware that her baseline intuition operated on a near-predatory frequency, a layer of serious concern quickly settled over his thoughts. A highly specific, unbelievable calculation formed in his raind. “Did Norman breach our security tracking?”

Tammy rubbed her face with the palm of her hand, letting out an exhausted sigh. “The register of your voice makes it sound like you’re tracking a rabid hound.”

“He is a vicious brute.”

“A brute is still a hound.”

“Is that parameter incorrect?”

The description was actually remarkably accurate. A vicious, unhinged brute.

Tammy dragged a long, heavy breath into her lungs. “Drop his name from the conversation.”

Lucas froze for a fraction of a second, his fingers tightening into a rigid knot against his knees. He forced his vocal outputs to project a mask of perfect serenity when he spoke. “Are your internal systems still entirely unable to delete your feelings for him?”

Tammy leaned her weight against the structural steel fencing, staring with absolute boredom at a pride of lethargic lions scattered across the dry grass outside. Her voice carried a muffled, protective tone when she replied, “You are explicitly banned from auditing my personal metrics.”

Lucas immediately terminated the line of inquiry.

As the safari transport penetrated deep into the territory of the primary carnivores, the surrounding children abandoned their strategy to feed the animals, executing a rapid retreat from the steel wire mesh. The sheer scale of the predators had successfully triggered a wave of genuine terror in their networks.

The adult passengers, however, were intensely eager to interact with the wildlife, utilizing long timber rods to pierce through heavy portions of raw meat before thrusting the feed through the specialized security ports to tempt the lions.

The visual impact was incredibly high-yield. Engineering a near-contact encounter with alpha predators of this caliber generated a potent cocktail of raw fear and absolute addiction.

Tammy monitored the display, her tone full of genuine bewilderment as she delivered her analysis. “Objectively speaking, I find the psychological configuration of the civilized world completely surreal. Civilians authorize a massive financial premium and coordinate travel across immense distances, simply to execute a delivery of fresh meat to a pack of monsters that would gladly consume their bones given a single microsecond opening.”

“Human behavior is driven by a highly diverse spectrum of algorithms,” Lucas replied softly. “Their calculations are frequently impossible to rationalize, yet the manifestations remain exceptionally distinct.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Distinctly brainless.”

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Yet acher eyes mapped the pure, unadulterated joy radiating from the tourists, she found herself concluding that their simple-minded amusement was actually quite endearing.

“This environment shares zero parameters with the jungle island, Tammy. You have absolutely zero reason to calculate an incoming strike.”

“How on earth can your network guarantee that parameter? A wild beast remains a lethal predator at its core; it doesn’t navigate reality based on human logic or moral contracts”

“The structural mesh isolating this transport is an elite, custom configuration manufactured from reinforced alloys; an ordinary carnivore lacks the physical capacity to compromise the perimeter. Furthermore, the populations within this grid have been conditioned to rely entirely on automated feeding schedules for generations, rendering their primary hunting instincts completely vestigial. And most importantly, the transport carries an absolute truth within its cabin.”

He lifted a hand, pointing toward a secure lockbox situated directly adjacent to the operator’s console. The interior contained a standard high-caliber firearm.

“Fine. Your technical data is correct. But what happens if an anomaly disrupts the grid and triggers an unprecedented accident?”

“The mathematical probability of that specific configuration requires an infinity of coincidences to align simultaneously. Our tracking data couldn’t possibly be that catastrophic, could it?”

“My processing models say it’s highly variable.”

“In that case, executing a simultaneous fatal crash beside you sounds like an exceptionally fortunate conclusion for my system.”

Tammy let out a sharp, dismissive click of her tongue. “Keep dreaming! I have absolutely zero desire to participate in a fatal crash. Being alive is an infinitely superior parameter.”

Lucas lowered his head, a heavy layer of bitter sorrow bleeding into his tone. “Yes. Being alive is a magnificent thing.”

The safari tram continued its slow, mechanical crawl through the sector.

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The passengers on board had successfully exhausted their immediate energy reserves, settling back onto the interior benches as they waited for the transport to navigate toward the primary hippopotamus

habitats.

Suddenly, the tram ground to an absolute, unprompted halt.

The tourists failed to process the malfunction initially, operating under the assumption that the operator was simply extending their lingering window within the lion sector. The children even regained a fraction of their courage, leaning back toward the steel mesh to flash goofy, exaggerated snarls at the surrounding pride.

Tammy, however, registered the shift in the baseline metrics instantly. She straightened her spine, her razor-sharp gaze locking onto the operator’s movements.

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