Apocalypse God Mode: Unlocked (Cecilia) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 He Wants to Talk to You Alone

normal person would want to remember that?

Just like in her previous life. The more she tried to forget the agony on Ivy York’s face when she died, the deeper that scene carved itself into her memory.

So deep that the second Cecelia York closed her eyes, it would flash right back into her mind.

Again and again, tormenting her.

If Oliver Cook wanted to keep living properly in this apocalypse, maybe forgetting would be the choice he’d make

After all, everyone who had gotten Kelly killed was already dead.

His revenge was done. He had nothing left tying him down.

Blake Saila fell silent again. Only after a moment did he answer, “I can. But he’ll go back to being what he was before, like some mindless tool”

“Then let him choose for himself later!”

Cecelia York spread her hands. “Anyway, I’ve already done everything I could. As long as my conscience is clear, that’s enough”

“Yeah”

“Oh, right. Is your body okay?”

Thinking of something, she looked at Blake Saila’s arm.

Blake Saila paused for a beat, then rolled up his sleeve and showed her the black markings on his arm. “This is the ‘death energy’ inside me.”

“This…”

Cecelia York studied the markings on his arm carefully. The longer she looked, the more familiar they seemed, but she still couldn’t place where she’d seen something like them before.

Blake Saila had been watching her expression the whole time. In a low voice, he asked. “Have you seen a before?”

“No”

She shook her head. “Looking at it now, it just feels like a normal tattoo.

Hearing that, Blake Saila quietly pulled his sleeve back down and looked at her again. “Then when you were holding my arm before, could you feel it?

Cecelia York shook her head. No I didn’t notice anything weird either

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Blake Saila frowned hard.

That was strange.

By all logic, if that power was surging, someone like Cecelia York, someone who was the same a shouldn’t have felt almost nothing.

“Didn’t you say before that the life force in me can suppress this thing inside you, and that all I n is touch you? If that’s true, doesn’t that mean my life force might also help drive this stuff out of y body?”

“…I don’t know.”

Blake Saila’s voice t

suppress, and I

body. Your lif

“Then we

Cecel

dlow. “We’d need to test that. But the death energy inside me is very hard to

e when it’ll suddenly start acting up. To me, it’s a ticking bomb buried in ppress it down, but that’s only temporary.”

a way.”

that feeling all too well.

ing to you.

Blake Saila had no idea when he’d turn into a puppet.

life, once she became a puppet, there was no breaking free. She could only watch helplessly as taken over, used up, and driven straight to death.

ing reborn in this life, that mysterious power felt much weaker.

ed it when she killed Zera Lowe, so she hadn’t struck the final blow herself.

en she was chasing Harvey Flintwood, she hadn’t felt that power at all. Did that mean it had already control over her?

there was no way to prove that right now.

nless she ran into Brandon Wright

If she did, then maybe she co

same source.

At that thought, here

cumstances does

Lowe.

and Blake Saila came from the

Ender what

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But since he’d already chosen to tell her this secret, there were some other things he could tell her too.

After thinking for a moment, he looked at Cecelia York and said, “When I want to do something, it starts to move. Or maybe more accurately, it forces me to do things I don’t want to do.”

ork was instantly shaken.

aila’s situation was almost exactly the same as what she’d gone through in her previous life, or the on she’d run into not long after being reborn.

hat was basically enough to confirm it.

He was another unlucky bastard just like her.

Another stepping stone for Brandon Wright and Sabrina Lowe on their way to the

So that mysterious power wouldn’t disappear. It would just shift to someone else.

Once she was no longer the cannon-fodder tool, there would be a next one…

“How long has this been going on?”

“Since the apocalypse began.”

Blake Saila’s tone was calm.

He’d already gotten used to all of it.

That answer wasn’t wrong.

But it hadn’t started after the apocalypse in this life.

As for how long it had really been, even he had lost count.

The moment Cecelia York heard b

Blake Saila was the nex

Based on what she

controlled.

After thinkin

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