Apocalypse God Mode: Unlocked (Cecilia) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 An Orange Tyrant

“It’s Cecelia!”

Amber’s voice broke the tense silence.

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At the sight of Cecilia walking toward them unharmed, the knot of anxiety in Ivy’s chest finally loosened. “Cece, are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Timothy and the others aren’t back yet?”

“No. Is something wrong with them?”

Regina asked, worry creeping into her voice.

From their distant shelter, she hadn’t been able to sense what was happening near the giant

snake.

Cecilia answered calmly, “They’re probably still clearing out the mutated rats. Nothing serious. The snake’s already dead.”

Relief spread across their faces almost immediately.

They had seen the creature with their own eyes. The size of it alone had been enough to make anyone’s stomach drop.

The fact that Cecilia and the others had managed to kill it together felt almost unreal.

Just then, Timothy and his two companions appeared.

But they weren’t alone. Jayson and his people trailed behind them.

Cecelia didn’t linger to exchange more than a brief nod with Timothy.

She turned and led Ivy, Jerome, and Amber toward another safe house farther down the road.

Whatever discussions or arrangements Timothy had with Jayson were none of her concern.

“Cece, how exactly did you kill that mutated snake? Tell me the whole story.”

Ivy said as they walked, her curiosity finally getting the better of her.

Cecelia’s stomach did a small flip.

The whole story? Absolutely not.

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If her sister ever found out she’d climbed inside the creature’s mouth to strike at its vulnerable spot, she’d never hear the end of it.

Walking at the rear, Jerome froze as he caught her stray thought.

Climbed inside its mouth?

His usually expressionless eyes flickered with something. He glanced at Cecelia.

She was already busy deflecting, spinning a tale for Ivy. “Team effort. Ryan hit it with fire, Timothy froze it, and Hendrick used his wind ability to give the final strike the extra push it needed. Whoosh, the snake’s jaw came off, and then wham, I split its skull. One dead snake.”

“That sounds … surprisingly simple.”

Ivy blinked, studying her sister’s face. “Was it because the snake was already injured?”

“Exactly!”

Cecilia nodded vehemently, seizing on the excuse. “It had just been in this huge fight with a mutated cat. It was practically dead on its feet. We just swooped in at the right moment.”

Amber couldn’t help but ask, “So, the crystal? Who got it?”

Cecilia reached into her pocket and pulled out the prize. A perfectly smooth white sphere, about the size of a golf ball, gleamed faintly in the afternoon light. “It’s with me for now. They said I could hold onto it. Later, I’ll either help them hunt another mutated beast or trade them two level 4 zombie crystals.”

“Timothy and the others didn’t ask for it first?”

Ivy raised an eyebrow. “They did put in most of the work, didn’t they?”

“Maybe it was hard to divide?”

Amber suggested thoughtfully. “There’s only one level 4 beast crystal. All three of them are level 3. If they gave it to one person, the other two would be left out, and it wouldn’t be fair to Cecelia either. So maybe they figured letting Cecelia keep it would be simpler, and she’d owe them a favor later.”

“Smart girl,” Cecelia said, genuinely appreciative.

She hadn’t even needed to come up with a reason. Amber had already done it for her.

Smart kid. Cecilia liked that.

Amber flushed slightly at the praise and scratched the back of her head. “I’m just guessing.

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Cecelia’s strong, and Ivy’s a healing ability user. For Timothy’s team, keeping a good relationship with you two is probably worth it.”

“Exactly.”

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Cecilia nodded approvingly before turning to Ivy. “That’s basically it. Once we’ve rested, we should keep moving and see if there are more mutated rats or zombies nearby. Stock up on crystals. We’re running low.”

Ivy agreed without hesitation. “All right. Whatever you think is best.”

She didn’t question Cecelia’s account. Just as they finished talking, they found a suitable place to hole up for the night.

After choosing a room to rest in, Cecilia wasted no time slipping into her space.

The moment her vision cleared, she froze.

“…Whoa.”

She had only been gone a short while, yet the entire space was now so crowded that there was barely anywhere left to stand.

Her hens and chicks were huddled together on their nest by the small pond, trembling.

And she herself was standing in the pond.

That explained the cold feet.

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