Seraphina Sullivan then slipped silently into the area where Connor Webb lived.
It was a relatively independent and decently decorated suite deep within Area A.
This place was much better than the accommodations of ordinary survivors.
It even had a private bathroom.
There was decent furniture, and even an electronic window that could simulate an outdoor view.
Although the window only showed a looping video of a forest scene, it was at least better than four white walls.
In the living room, several young women were busy.
A girl who looked to be in her early twenties was cooking at the stove, her movements practiced, but her expression numb.
Beside her, two other girls helped chop vegetables and arrange plates. The three of them worked in perfect sync, as if they had repeated this routine countless times.
On Azure Star, in the age of the apocalypse.
This kind of life was a dream for many.
But at this moment.
What filled the air wasn’t warmth, but despair.
"When will this life ever end?"
A short-haired girl spoke through gritted teeth while viciously chopping the vegetables in her hands, "Are we just going to be that bastard’s scapegoats forever?"
The girl next to her sighed, her voice full of helplessness. "There’s nothing we can do... We can’t resist Connor Webb’s Ability."
"I’d rather fight for my life in a disaster instance than be manipulated by him like this!"
The short-haired girl chopped down again, and the cutting board let out a dull THUD.
No one answered.
Because they all knew that no matter how much they wanted to, it was impossible.
The girl who was cooking.
Yvette Ulrich kept her head down, mechanically stirring the food in the wok with a spatula.
Her expression was calm, but her eyes were slightly red-rimmed.
Just then—
A figure appeared silently behind them.
"AH—!"
The short-haired girl was the first to notice, so frightened she almost dropped the knife in her hand.
The others, also startled by the sudden appearance, stumbled back, staring in terror at the woman who had materialized out of thin air.
"Who... Who are you?! How did you get in?!"
Seraphina Sullivan stood her ground, her expression serene, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"Quiet," she said. Her voice was soft, yet it had a strangely calming effect. "I’m here to help you."
Yvette Ulrich’s hand, still gripping the spatula, trembled slightly, but her eyes held a trace of vigilance, and also a trace... of faint hope.
"Help us?"
Seraphina Sullivan nodded.
"Don’t you want to break free from Connor Webb’s Control?" she said. "I have a way."
The living room fell silent for a few seconds.
The girls exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.
’Break free from Connor Webb’s Control?’
It wasn’t that they hadn’t thought of it, but every attempt had ended in failure.
That invisible Power bound them like shackles, making it impossible to even harbor a thought of resistance.
But this woman before them spoke with such certainty.
So matter-of-factly.
As if... it wasn’t a difficult task at all.
Yvette Ulrich took a deep breath, set down the spatula, and looked Seraphina Sullivan straight in the eye.
"What’s your plan?"
...
「At the same time, in the trading area.」
Connor Webb was standing amidst the wreckage, feeling excited as he watched his three items surrounded by Simon Lewis, Eugene Jensen, and Sunny Sinclair.
’If I can use this opportunity to build a connection with them, my status in the base will be completely different from now on.’ He thought with excitement.
But—
"Simon Lewis, what are you doing?"

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