Chapter 225: Mr. Cassius, Her Saving Grace
“Aunt Nancy, are you serious?”
A man asked, clearly unwilling to accept it.
Aunt Nancy nodded.
“She’s a rare one–came from the outside.”
The two men exchanged glances, then turned back to Gemma, their eyes shifting.
Was that… respect?
“Alright, step aside. I’m taking her in.”
The men immediately moved out of the way.
Gemma was even more curious now.
Since when did being pregnant make her some kind of endangered species?
Her mind started spinning, filling in the blanks with scenes straight out of a horror novel.
Goosebumps prickled down her arms.
The deeper they went, the wider the space became.
They must’ve left the village chief’s house by now.
The stench of rot grew stronger, so thick it made her stomach churn.
She gagged multiple times along the way.
Aunt Nancy, on the other hand, was completely unfazed–like she couldn’t even smell it.
Gemma tried to make small talk, but Aunt Nancy wasn’t biting.
Not a single word.
Gemma, “…”
Fine. Guess she’d just keep walking.
Thankfully, they didn’t have to go much further before voices reached her ears.
Aunt Nancy slowed down, listened for a moment, then kept moving.
They turned a corner–and there it was. A massive door.
Goosebumps erupted all over Gemma’s skin.
The door was thick and heavy, straight out of a horror movie. The kind that sealed off ancient tombs.
And then Aunt Nancy did the most horror–movie thing possible–she twisted some hidden mechanism, and the door creaked open on its own.
Gemma, “…
Not scared, just… kinda wanted to run.
The second the door opened, a wave of putrid air rushed out, thick with the stench of blood.
Gemma couldn’t hold it in anymore–she doubled over and vomited.
Aunt Nancy turned to look at her.
“That strong of a reaction? Must be a boy.”
Gemma, “…”
Oh wow. What a lovely thing to say. Please, never say it again.
Before she could even ask what was behind the door, several figures emerged.
At first, she assumed they were just more of the village’s perverts. She was already gearing up to fight.
But when they stepped into the light, she froze. They weren’t just some random men.
They were doctors?
Dressed in white lab coats, wearing masks and caps that covered their faces.
The only thing visible were their eyes–bloodshot and exhausted, the kind of red that came from countless sleepless nights.
Gemma frowned, feeling something was off.
Aunt Nancy spoke.
“She’s the new one. From the outside. A different breed.”
Okay. What now?
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A second ago, she’d been scared.
Now she was just confused.
She was supposed to be pregnant, which made sense for them to call her “new.”
And since she’d been living outside the village for years, she could kind of see how she’d be labeled an outsider.
But she was born and raised here. When did she stop being one of them?
Wait… was Aunt Nancy working against the village chief?
Interesting. Gemma decided to keep quiet and see how this played out.
“Come with us.”
She put on her best terrified expression and clung to Aunt Nancy’s sleeve.
“Aunt Nancy, who are they? I’m scared…”
Her voice trembled, small and pitiful.
For a split second, something flickered in Aunt Nancy’s eyes–clarity, maybe even hesitation.
But then, just as quickly, it vanished.
“This is a good thing,” she said flatly. “If you pass, you’ll be worshipped.”
Gemma, “???”
Okay. Aunt Nancy was talking in riddles today.
Still, she had to get to the bottom of this, so she forced out a few tears and obediently followed the doctors through the door.
The moment it shut behind her, Aunt Nancy was grabbed.
A cold, merciless voice cut through the air like a blade. “Open the door.”
Aunt Nancy’s legs buckled. She nearly collapsed. “Don’t kill me! Please! I’ll do whatever you say!”
Inside, Gemma’s stomach dropped. This wasn’t just a medical facility. It was a laboratory.
Shelves lined with glass containers, cutting–edge machines blinking with data.
If that was all, she might’ve been impressed by how much money had been poured into this place.
But then, her gaze fell to the floor.
Women. Dozens of them.
Scattered across the ground like discarded dolls.
Some lay in pools of blood, their bodies trembling as they sobbed for help–but no one cared.
Others had swollen bellies but were skin and bones, their faces hollow.
Every single one of them was skeletal, exhausted, completely broken.
None of them even reacted to Gemma’s arrival. They didn’t spare her a glance.
And then, she saw them.
Women her mother’s age. Also pregnant.
Collapsed on the ground, too weak to even cry out.
Her scalp tingled. Her pulse hammered in her ears.
She forced herself to stay calm, to analyze.
Every woman here was pregnant. The only difference was their age and how far along they were.
It felt like… a controlled experiment.
‘Stop staring. Keep moving.”
One of the doctors snapped at her, his voice cold and sharp,
Gemma swallowed her questions and kept walking.
Then-
She saw the man in charge.
A blond man in a silver tracksuit.
Blue eyes. About her height.
He looked her over, then ordered, “Take a blood sample.”
The doctors grabbed her. Before she could struggle, they had her restrained, preparing the syringe,
Then-
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A scream echoed from outside.
A second later, a body flew through the doorway and crashed onto the floor in front of them.
The man groaned in pain, curling up like a shrimp.
He couldn’t stand up at all
“Who?!”
The blond man’s face darkened. He reached for a weapon at his waist.
But before he could pull the trigger–a sharp cry. He doubled over, howling in pain. His gun clattered to the ground.
A knife was lodged deep in his wrist!
Blood gushed down his arm, staining his clothes red.
His breath hitched. His whole body trembled as he stared ahead in horror.
Cassius stood there.
Like a demon fresh out of hell.
Expression cold. Eyes merciless.
Anyone who stood in his way didn’t last more than three moves before they hit the ground, unable to get up.
An unstoppable force.
“Y–you…. who are you?!”
The blond man’s voice shook with rage.
Cassius didn’t even glance at him. After dealing with the guards, he strode over to Gemma and untied her.
“Are you hurt?”
His voice wasn’t as cold as his expression.
Gemma shook her head. For some reason, seeing him covered in blood made her heart ache.
“You… are you hurt?”
His voice softened. “Not my blood. I’m fine.”
Relief flooded her. Her throat tightened, eyes stinging.
“I’m scared,” she mumbled, voice shaky, and tears welling up.
Even though she’d known Cassius and Robin would come for her, the horror of this place had completely overwhelmed her. “Cassius, thank god you showed up. You’re my saving grace.”
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