End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125 The Living Machine

Look into those eye–long enough, and all–you’d find was a vast, arctik emptiness.

Even reborn, Robin had to admit this was the most beautiful face she’d encountered in two lifetimes),

Which made sense. He was a genetic–enhanced human–engmeered from scratch. Every cell, every angle. every proportion had been built around one word: perfection.

“I heard that regular people really value freedom.”

Dylan said. “I’m just trying to understand what that feels like.

“So far… it’s not bad.”

Robin’s instincts caught something. “Were you not free before?”

She already had a strong suspicion of the answer.

Dylan had been born in a laboratory. His very existence violated international ethics protocols. Someone like him would never have been allowed to roam free in society.

If not for the apocalypse, he might have lived and died without ever stepping outside those walls.

“Does freedom really matter that much?”

Dylan laughed lightly. “It’s not something I particularly care about. I’m just… curious what that feels like for people like you.”

“You’ll feel it for yourself eventually.”

Robin looked at him steadily. “I told you. I can fix the defect in your genes.”

“Even if you can’t, it doesn’t matter.”

Dylan’s voice was matter–of–fact. “Being alive doesn’t seem all that interesting, honestly. I’ve never really understood why—when the world is this broken–you people fight so hard to keep going”

Laughter drifted from inside the villa. Robin raised an eyebrow. “Clearly, you’ve transcended the petty concerns of ordinary mortals. No wonder you can’t understand our will to survive.

“But sometimes, being alive is just… instinct. Death might be a release, sure. But most people still can’t bring themselves to let go.”

“Can’t let go?”

“Exactly. Can’t let go.”

Robin said, “Because there are things we’re still attached to. People we care about. Because the dead want us to live. And the living want us to live, too.”

Dylan smiled–a real one, this time. “I don’t understand. But it sounds interesting. If you really can fix my

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Chapter 125 The Living Machine

den Fll look forward to 1 Maybe one day, I’ll understand what can’t let go actually feels like.

“You already can’t let go.

“Hm?”

Robin propped her chin on her hand. “You want me to help you. That means, on some level, you already don’t want to let go.”

Dylan stared at her for a long moment. “…Fine.

“I’ll concede that point.”

“Stay out here and enjoy your freedom.”

Robin stood. “I’ve got work to do.”

Shangri–La’s population had just jumped to over 50. The villa couldn’t house everyone, and Robin had no intention of cramming that many people under one roof.

She gathered everyone through Ella. “You all saw the employee dormitories inside the zoo on the way in. Since the apocalypse, they’ve been sitting empty.

“Dane will take you to the nearest dorm building shortly. The rooms are fully equipped. Work out the arrangements among yourselves.”

A few faces fell at the news that they wouldn’t be living in the villa itself.

But on reflection, having a place to live at all was a gift. Shangri–La was clearly Robin’s private domain- this was perfectly reasonable.

Robin produced paper and a pen and had Dane register everyone’s name.

Then she called out a handful of people individually. “Martin, Drake, Dylan, Klay, Jerome, Ozzie, and Monica. You stay.”

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