Apocalypse God Mode: Unlocked (Cecilia) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 An Unexpected Encounter

The man fell silent for a moment.

He stiffened, then said hoarsely, “I’m not a physical ability user. I don’t have a crystal.”

“Hm?”

Cecelia narrowed her eyes and studied his face. Objectively speaking, it was all sharp angles and ridiculously handsome–but that mole on his nose looked oddly familiar.

She wasn’t sure.

So, she reached out and rubbed it.

Once she confirmed it was a mole and not a smudge, a name burst into her mind. “Blake Saila?”

The man who had been Jerome–no, who was now Blake–was silent for a moment before letting out a low, reluctant hum. “Yes.”

Then, deliberately, he turned the question back on her. “You know me?”

I don’t!

But admitting that right now would be idiotic.

Blake was a future psychic powerhouse–one of the strongest in the apocalypse.

The superbase’s entire defense system would be built on his designs. Pinning someone like that to the ground and roughing them up was, to put it mildly, not a great first impression.

Cecelia released him immediately, and–in a display of impeccable customer service–even smoothed out his sleeves and straightened his clothes, beaming the friendliest smile she could manage. “I’ve heard of you. It’s an honor.”

Blake didn’t respond.

Now that he was Blake instead of Jerome, he could no longer hear Cecelia’s thoughts.

But her face was an open book. She’d obviously learned about him in her past life, sometime during the later years of the apocalypse.

Given everything he’d observed about Cecelia over the past few weeks-

This was exactly how she’d approached Jerome: identify someone useful, turn on the charm, and pull them

Blake pressed his lips together, stood, brushed the dust off his clothes, and without another word, turned to leave.

Cecelia cleared her throat. “Wait!”

Hmm?

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Blake turned back, looking at her with mild confusion. “Something else?”

“Your crystal.”

Cecelia took the crystal from Draven and tossed it to him.

Blake caught it. His brow creased. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

Then, he walked away.

Cecelia stood there, rubbing her chin, watching him go. As he moved, the zombies on either side parted like a living corridor, controlled by his psychic ability.

That kind of effortless mastery over psychic power was no joke.

The Level 4 mutated zombie from earlier? He’d killed it with nothing but his mind.

He’d probably fallen from the rooftop because the effort had drained him.

Sure enough, the crystal she’d tossed him was already transparent in his palm–fully absorbed within seconds.

Draven watched Blake’s retreating figure with wide, wistful eyes. “Cecelia, we just let a big one get away.”

Cecelia gave him a flat look. “Not every catch is yours to keep. Did you not notice that man is a psychic ability user? And at least Level 4.”

Huh?”

Draven looked baffled. “Psychic ability users are that strong? Can he, like, turn into a bird–man or something?”

Psychic ability users were already rare. Reaching Level 3–like Regina–was exceptionally difficult; higher levels were nearly unheard of.

His ignorance was forgivable.

Still…

Cecelia said flatly, “He could kill you in a heartbeat. You’d end up exactly like that Level 4 zombie.”

“Holy crap!”

Draven’s face drained of color. He clutched his chest. “Thank God we gave the crystal back. If he’d gone to dig it out and found it missing, I’d be…”

“Mm.

someone like Blake was not to be crossed.

Cecelia’s mind was already clicking fast.

She really hadn’t expected Blake to be in Sanctum City. If she could recruit a powerhouse like him into the

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team, they’d be unstoppable.

But she vaguely remembered hearing in her past life that Blake had always been a lone wolf.

Probably not someone you could recruit with a sales pitch.

Running into him at all was already lucky.

Better not to push her luck.

She shook her head and gave up on the idea of recruiting Blake. Then, she turned to Draven. “How’s the wound?”

Draven rubbed his chest. “Not too bad. That slap packed a wallop, but it didn’t break any ribs.”

Then what was all the blood you were spitting?”

Hssss… I bit my tongue when I hit the wall. Hurts like hell!”

Cecelia was speechless.

Blake walked until he was a good distance away. His psychic scapa

followed, and only then did he slow his pace.

Cecelia wanted Jerome to help develop a zombie virus cure.

The equipment critical to that cure was inside the

That was also why Blake was here.

Cecelia and Draven hadn’t

Kaezer Group headquarters.

Except his plan was the opposite of Cecelia’s–he intended to destroy that equipment.

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