Apocalypse God Mode: Unlocked (Cecilia) novel Chapter 238

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Chapter 238 The Prophecy Gambit

“Huh?”

Ryan was lost. “When did I ever eat air?”

Regina sighed. “You kept complaining about eating the same stuff every day, so I used illusions to project different dishes over your food. You ate it up-literally-and kept saying Matt’s cooking was getting better.”

Timothy’s memory clicked. “That explains tonight. You were eating instant noodles, and you suddenly said, ‘This is so good.’ I was thinking-we eat this every day. What’s so special?”

What?

Ryan’s face went through about five stages of grief. He stared at Regina and Matthew in wounded betrayal. “You’re telling me the egg fried rice I ate tonight was actually instant noodles?! No wonder I kept thinking it smelled like noodles; I thought the scent was just wafting over from your plates into my mouth…”

“But why me?!”

“Because you’re the easiest mark…”

Regina muttered under her breath. “Your head is literally always thinking about food. That’s when illusions

work best.”

“That’s so unfair!”

Ryan was furious, but he couldn’t really be mad at Regina.

She’d been practicing to help the team. He was just collateral damage.

Cecelia watched the exchange and shook her head. “It still won’t be enough. Morton is military-trained- your basic illusion won’t fool him. But… I can give you a few extra angles to work with. Combined, they might sell it.”

“Hm?”

Regina looked curious.

Cecelia beckoned her over and whispered several things in her ear.

Regina’s eyes lit up. “Got it. I’ll do exactly that.”

“Good.”

Cecelia turned to Timothy and Hendrick. “You two take Regina. Frame it as: Regina’s psychic ability recently triggered a secondary awakening a prophecy ability.”

“Done.”

Hendrick nodded, then paused before leaving. “And you? Heading to the Eastern District to help out?”

“No.”

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Cecelia said flatly, “I’m packing. If you guys come back and the plan failed, we run.”

The military wanted to hold the Western District because Sanctum City’s geography made it nearly impossible to find another viable shelter location nearby.

But once the Western District truly fell?

Even at the fastest pace, they’d have at least a week’s buffer-enough time to evacuate every survivor out of the district.

Nobody spoke for a while.

Hendrick gave her a long, unreadable look. “You know, Cecelia, I still can’t figure you out.”

Cecelia smiled faintly. “Likewise. Isn’t that better, though? Familiarity breeds contempt.”

Hendrick had nothing left to say. He shook his head and followed Timothy and Regina downstairs.

Once they were gone, Cecelia told Draven and the others to head back inside.

Ryan eyed Matthew. “Should we start packing, too? In case Timothy and the others come back with bad news?”

Matthew glanced at him. “You don’t trust Timothy?”

“Cecelia said it was a long shot! She’s already preparing to bail!”

“Since when do you trust Cecelia this much?”

Ryan was speechless.

His face flushed. “She used to be annoying! When you hate someone, everything they Okay?”

“Oh? So now you like her?”

“No!”

Ryan snapped back instantly. “I just think she’s… less annoying than before!”

“Sure.”

Matthew didn’t press it. In truth, Ryan didn’t have feelings for Cecelia.

That guy was dense as hell and hadn’t even figured things out yet.

He didn’t understand the concept of romantic attraction. What Ryan felt toward Cecelia was submission-pure and simple.

Submission to her strength. And… maybe her personal charm.

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“Mike, what’s the play?”

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On the other side of the building, Richard was asking Mike for orders. He watched the stream of ability. users pouring out of the building. “Looks like the military’s rallying everyone to fight. Might be a chance to score some crystals.”

“Hssss… Are you kidding me? I can barely stand up. It’s a miracle I’m alive. You want to go, go without me!”

Jocelyn’s wound had been roughly bandaged, but no healer had touched it.

Fortunately, Cecelia’s strikes had been brutal but precise-nothing vital was hit.

Given time and rest, she’d heal.

Mike stood by the window, cigarette between his lips, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. His eyes narrowed at the chaos below. “Go find Ms. Rock. See what she’s thinking.”

The Western District had always been a temporary setup.

Building even basic order in a place like this, in the middle of the apocalypse, was no small feat.

The zombie surge in the Eastern District was putting enormous pressure on the military.

Even the top brass had personally gone to the barrier to assess the situation.

Morton wasn’t sitting idle either. He went to take a look and found a tidal wave of zombies-at least 100,000 -rolling toward them, packed so tightly they blotted out the horizon.

Many Level 3 earth ability users and metal control ability users were at the very front, reinforcing the defensive lines of the quarantine zone that were about to be breached.

Earthen walls lunged up from the ground.

Iron walls, warped and deformed by the pressure, were constantly being repaired.

From time to time, physical ability users could be seen throwing sheets of scrap metal toward the center of the zone, which were then fused into the walls.

The military had deployed two-thirds of its ability users just to hold the line.

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