Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Where are the children? Let them go," I said warily as I gazed at the leader.

"The children have been released," replied the leader in a deep voice.

I turned around to see a group of children in tiny floral skirts being taken off the cruise.

"No! Our records clearly show that there are a total of 27 infants and young children under the age of 14. But there are only 26 now. One more child is missing." Beneath the cruise, Officer Samuel Cabot shouted as the number of children did not add up. The eldest child, a 14-year-old girl, was missing.

"If she’s not here, she’s probably hiding. If she refuses to leave, it is what it is." The leader sneered, showing no intention of assisting in the search.

"Find the little girl and bring her back safely!" the captain shouted to Zion and Eason below the cruise ship.

"Okay." Zion nodded.

All of us were herded into the cabin by the Rebels. "Now that everyone’s here, the game begins."

As we stepped into the cabin, the entire cruise ship lit up, bringing back the atmosphere of peace and joy with music and lively DJ sounds. The deck was also reopened. Everyone seemed to be diligently performing their duties and returning to their stations.

The cruise ship sailed into the deep sea without any escape routes or other ships. Some people went closer to the cockpit while others disguised themselves as waiters or dancers.

"I need to get out of here!" The wealthy individuals, who had been confined in the cabin for numerous days, had become desperate. Realizing there was no one to stop them, they angrily wanted to leave.

However, after scouring the deck for a long time, they couldn’t find any lifeboat, so they reluctantly had to return.

"The party continues." The voice from the broadcast sounded. It was distorted by a strange voice modulator. The music grew louder, but most people were in no mood to continue partying.

Threatened by an unknown individual, the dancers returned to the stage to perform for the wealthy audience. Despite the apparent calm, panic gripped everyone present.

"What kind of tricks are they playing?" asked Zion.

"It’s time to have fun and enjoy ourselves. When the supplies are gone, it’ll be time for everyone to go crazy." Jimmy entered the crowd with a grin. Holding a wine glass, he started engaging with the dancers.

I looked at that lunatic and wondered if he was too confident.

"The police investigation found that the supplies on the cruise ship could only provide water and meals for thousands of people for two weeks. Half of that time has already elapsed. The supplies will soon be depleted, and the cruise will be unable to sustain such a large number of passengers," Dexter whispered.

Hence, Jimmy suggested enjoying the party now. I glanced around and pulled out a large plastic bag from my pocket. "Based on my experiences, it’s best to start by collecting water."

Dexter responded to me with a smile and assisted in locating unopened bottles of mineral water at my preferred buffet table. Carefully, he placed each bottle into the plastic bag.

The sea stretched out as far as the eye could see, its vast expanse filled with water. Without fresh water, survival would be impossible. While one could survive for a few days without food, lasting three days

without water was out of the question.

Probably because the tension disappeared, someone took the lead and started having fun. The atmosphere slowly became lively. On such a large cruise ship, the cabins were spacious and divided into many areas. Now that the restrictions were suddenly lifted, everyone thought that everything that had happened before was just a prank. Once people relaxed, everyone began to enjoy themselves wildly.

While we were discreetly gathering water and stashing food in an undisclosed location, the voice suddenly spoke again, "From now on, everyone here is equal. It doesn’t matter if you’re a worker or a rich person, all of you can enjoy the resources on the ship equally. Let’s have a great time."

As a result, regular people stormed into the cabins where the wealthy were staying and started devouring their top-notch food and drinks. Over a hundred affluent individuals, who had been feeling quite smug, suddenly became alert. They furiously demanded that their bodyguards intervene.

"Who invited you here? This is not a place where you should be," someone took the lead and scolded.

"The broadcast has announced that all restrictions have been lifted. Everyone is now equal, with the freedom to have fun anywhere on the cruise. We can enjoy equal access to the VIP area. We can also indulge in air-freighted delicacies and savor bottles worth hundreds of thousands of dollars here!"

Thus, the first round of conflict between the rich and the poor had begun. Dexter, Violette, Zion, and I stood at the back of the crowd, observing this farce.

"I’ve heard that this ship is worth tens of billions. Apart from the cruise ship itself, there are also all the supplies on the ship, including top-notch luxurious air-freighted ingredients, drinks worth over 100 million, and luxurious decorations.

"The entire cruise ship has a total of 16 floors, offering a plethora of amenities such as amusement facilities, entertainment venues, and medical facilities, alongside a variety of other unimaginable luxuries. "Jimmy smiled.

"Why are there so many civilians allowed on such a luxurious cruise ship amidst a gathering of the ultra- rich?" I couldn’t understand. Didn’t they ask for it? 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Do you know what fuels the pride, honor, and source of fun of the rich? It stems from class differences. They consider themselves superior to the common people. So when they indulge in the privileges of the wealthy, they must look down on the less fortunate..." Jimmy sneered.

How did the wealthy demonstrate their power? By incessantly comparing themselves to the poor. Hence, this opulent cruise ship was made accessible to the public as well.

Observing everyone rushing into the VIP area, I said calmly, "Oh, then that’s what they deserve. The supplies are enough for them to squander for a while. Our priority now is to locate the 14-year-old girl."

She was the only child who didn’t get off the cruise.

"She’s not on the deck. Let’s begin our search for the cabins on the first floor. We need to search all 16 floors." Eason shrugged. This was indeed a massive task.

I turned to Eason and suggested, "Why go through all this trouble? After all, she’s just a child. When she gets scared, she’ll instinctively hide. And when she eventually gets hungry, won’t she come out to eat?"

"I believe that once everyone lets their guard down, she’ll surely emerge as well. There are five buffet restaurants in the entire cruise, so we’ll split up."

"I want to be with Dexter," Una declared confidently as she approached Dexter, reaching out to hold his hand.

I looked warily at Una, positioned myself between her and Dexter, and slapped her hand away. "Don’t touch my partner."

"What are you afraid of?" Una asked.

"I’m concerned about your lack of shame," I warned.

She remained silent, her expression unchanging.

"She and I will go to the sixth floor." Joel took the initiative and asked Una to follow him.

Una looked at Dexter and firmly stated, "Dexter, you must protect me. I’m the only clone that’s identical to Sophia. You should understand the significance of my existence."

Dexter frowned and looked at me. "Let her join us."

"That’s impossible," I disagreed.

Una sneered. "If reincarnation truly exists, I’ll be the resurrected body of ’Sophia.’ So he must ensure my survival."

What Una meant was that as long as she did not die, I could die again and be reincarnated. Was this her intention? How dare she?

I stared at Una with caution, fully aware of her thoughts. If I were to die, she would pretend to be me after reincarnation. Ha... She fixed me with a murderous gaze.

I firmly pulled Dexter behind me, my voice low and threatening. "Let her die. I don’t need the resurrected body. Or, I can kill her now."

Joel grabbed Una and urged us, "Stop fighting amongst ourselves. Let’s go, follow me."

Una shook off Joel’s wrist, walked to the side, and sat down. "It has nothing to do with me. I’ll just wait here."

She was visibly cold, but I chose to ignore her and lead Dexter away.

"Sophia!" Suddenly, someone called my name from the VIP area. It was Damien.

I turned around and saw Damien and Juliet standing at the door. Damien looked at me in surprise and ran over excitedly. Frowning, I maintained an aloof look.

"Sophia!" Juliet exclaimed as soon as she caught sight of Una. A look of terror washed over her, and she instinctively sought refuge behind Damien.

Damien also glanced over and subconsciously clenched his fists. "Sophia..."

They were incredibly similar as if they were molded from the same source. I could discern a sense of indecision and uncertainty in Damien’s eyes. Once again, he found himself torn between choosing Una or me.

I furrowed my brows and glanced at Una. Her gaze was fixed on Damien, her eyes sparkling.

I had a hunch that this clone was very dangerous. She was constantly plotting to replace me and take everything from me, and both Dexter and Damien were her targets.