Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Was it possible, at some point in the future, for consciousness to be transferred into silicon-based life forms? Humans would then no longer be bound by their physical bodies, instead becoming a new

existence as part machine, part human.

Perhaps it would evolve into a more unsettling coexistence of consciousness.

"Hey!" Without hesitation, I slammed my hand against the iron railing of the carousel to grab those people’s attention.

"Split up! Draw their attention and defeat them individually," I yelled to Zion and Joel.

Joel left Zion’s side and sprinted in the opposite direction. Zion gazed at Joel, feeling a sense of helplessness as he lamented the remarkable physical strength of the youths.

Joel immediately climbed onto the slide. Then, he jumped down and knocked down a man with a chainsaw from behind. I hurried over and kicked the chainsaw away, then stepped forward to deliver a strong kick. I rendered the man unconscious.

"Tie them up first." This way, we could defeat the targets one by one.

Behind me, Dexter grabbed the masked man from behind and strangled him with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Don’t kill him." I stopped him with a frown.

These individuals might not actually be contract killers. They appeared confused as if they had been deeply frightened.

A scream pierced the air as the two men with broken legs were discovered by the men with chainsaws. They had been killed.

I found myself standing in front of Dexter, subconsciously shielding him from the horrifying scene I didn’t want him to witness. It was as if he had protected me before. Dexter gazed at me in silence. "Sophia! Dexter! Watch out!" Violette crouched in the corner and shouted at us.

I looked back and saw a man wielding a chainsaw coming toward us. Dexter and I quickly retreated and dodged, formulating strategies to take them down one by one.

"Everyone, hide! That lunatic is going to start again." I assumed it was almost time. The activation of the mechanism was every ten minutes...

"Everyone is having a great time! But be cautious as the countdown begins. Ten, nine, eight..." Indeed, the eerie voice echoed once more.

As the countdown reached zero, the floor started to open and close once again. This time, it was three masked men who fell. They were killed by traps without screaming at all.

I gazed warily at Dexter and quickly pulled him back. After observing the activation process twice, it became clear that the floor, which concealed potential traps, was distinguished by its black color.

After defeating a masked man, Damien anxiously approached us. "Killing his own people? There’s something wrong with them."

"Indeed..." I reached up and removed the mask from the face of the masked man. I was shocked. His mouth was sewn shut with threads, and his flesh was covered in blood.

"These killers are also victims... They should all be considered part of the genetic crime group," Dexter said hoarsely.

They were under Peter.

I discovered the tattoo located just behind their ears. "They’re thugs from the criminal gang. They were originally dispatched to apprehend the serial killer but got caught. instead. Now, they’re used as non-player characters to kill us."

Damien looked at me with a complex expression in his eyes. "It’s now indisputable that the human trafficking group and the so-called genetic engineering criminal group are part of the same organization.

"Sophia, ever since the accident, I’ve been investigating. The shocking truth I uncovered has left me in a state of panic..."

He was afraid to tell me the truth. Hence, he worked with Juliet to pretend and came here to find the real murderer.

Damien stepped forward, trying to

get closer to me. Yet, Dexter stood firmly in front of me, protecting me with unwavering commitment. He still seemed insecure and worried that I might be snatched away.

I was a little disoriented as I gazed at Dexter and then at Damien. Love... what did it truly feel like? I still found myself a little confused. Was it painful or happy? Was it Dexter or Damien? "Help!" Quinn’s cry for help pierced the air, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Help!" Quinn and Carol were hiding behind a bouncy castle in the corner. They thought they were safe, but a masked man found them.

"Carol!" In that crucial moment, Carol forcefully pushed Quinn aside. Suddenly, blood began to flow from her wound.

"Carol..." Quinn sobbed as she called out.

When Dexter, Joel, and I rushed over in a panic, Carol was already dying. She was vomiting blood. Her abdomen was severely wounded by a chainsaw, and blood was pouring out. The scene was truly gruesome.

"It’s her! She was with the masked people. She lured them here on purpose." With tears streaming down, Quinn pointed at Juliet, accusing her relentlessly.

Juliet was stunned for a moment, acting as if she didn’t know how to explain. "No..."

She was eager to express herself, but Joel forcefully pushed her aside with murderous intent.

Damien furrowed his brows and reached out to grasp Juliet’s hand. He scrutinized her closely. Everyone seemed to doubt and blame her.

"On the 16th floor, you deliberately lost your way to lure Sophia, and now you’re hurting Carol. You’re so cruel. I believe you and the murderer are working together!" Violette exclaimed angrily. "That’s right. I saw her talking to those masked people..." Howard also pointed at Juliet nervously.

Several other survivors also accused Juliet. She was displeased, yet she chose not to provide any explanation.

I gazed at Juliet with an icy glare. Then, I shifted my attention to Quinn, who was cradling Carol and weeping uncontrollably. I stepped forward to assess Carol’s injury.

"Next, the battle royale... commences." The eerie voice resonated from the speakers once more.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble with ferocity. The floor tiles rippled like a wave and moved toward us from the corner of the wall.

"Run!" Howard exclaimed, leading the charge as he sprinted ahead.

The remaining few from the orphanage followed him and started running as fast as they could. However, masked people were waiting there. It appeared that, no matter what, death was inevitable. "Quinn! Let’s go!" The mechanism was approaching quickly, but Quinn was still holding Carol and crying.

Carol’s face was alarmingly pale. Judging by the visible injuries, it seemed highly unlikely that she would be able to survive.

Carol’s eyes were hollow as she uttered Simeon’s name. "Simmy... I was wrong. I failed to protect you. Simmy..."

Joel’s hands tensed as his knuckles turned pale. He swiftly grabbed Quinn’s wrist. "Come on, let’s go!"

Just as Joel reached out to hold Carol, the ground beneath them collapsed. Carol plummeted into the unknown depths of darkness. The wave of machinery surged past, and I instantly pulled Dexter and doel to jump over it.

Joel stood on the closed floor with mixed emotions. Quinn was crying, and Carol’s body was trapped underneath.

"Help!" Howard and the others were still in a chaotic situation. The masked men continued to carry out their ruthless killings while five or six people frantically ran around in panic.

I carefully observed the wave of mechanisms, noting that only the floor under the roller coaster remained stationary.

"That’s the exit!" I shouted to everyone. Everyone followed me and ran toward the roller coaster.

"Help!" Howard yelled, pushing the surrounding people toward the masked men and rushing over alone.

He was selfish and never changed. He pushed his companions away to save himself from the chainsaws, leaving them behind at ease while he tried to escape.

"Open here." Dexter and Zion began to pry up the floor. The rest of us weakly leaned and slumped on the roller coaster.

"Are you in such a rush to leave?

Stay and play a little longer," the eerie voice exclaimed as the ground suddenly cracked. Only a few of us managed to seek refuge beneath the roller coaster while the others fell into the trap, vanishing beneath the surface.