Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 485

Chapter 485: No alliance.
A corner of Vicente’s mouth twitched amusement or irritation_ she couldn’t tell. “Titles,” he said lightly, moving to sit opposite her. “They don’t mean much in Ferry Island. We are not filming a historical film. The world may be shit now but it has not regressed to the feudal days. Isn’t it silly to call yourself a Lord?”

Emily’s face stiffened, and yet, she still forced herself to smile. “The world has been reset, who is to say that we will not be returning to the ancient ways? All the strong superhumans have territories they want to conquer. They have to be called something. I don’t really think President is right. I don’t see us all being united under one president as one country for a very long time.”

Vicente shrugged. “Still…Lord Emily,” He arched a brow. “….A lot of awkward looks when someone hears it.”

A faint chuckle rippled from one of Emily’s mercenaries. It was quickly stifled when she shot him a sharp warning that promised painful repercussions if he kept going.

Vicente studied her more closely now, head tilting. Judging by her reactions, she was indeed an angry woman. Just as she was said to be. Her persistence was impressive however, albeit annoying. “You have tried to meet me many times before and I have turned you away. Today, you were made to wait for many hours. You still stayed,” he observed. “Most wouldn’t.”

“Most don’t think long-term, but I do.” Emily shot back. “I came here because we both have a problem.”

Vicente tilted his head further. “Oh!” He stretched his legs. “I was not aware that I had problems.”

Emily folded her lips a little, even the blind could see that Fortress four expansion was a threat to both their towns. If they did nothing they would get swallowed up. Was Vicente muddleheaded? “The bubble, you have seen it too. There are so many rumors about it. Its size seems to be increasing every damn day, soon it will swallow our territories. Now, there is a market, things rumored to help us live the burning heat as if it is an ordinary summer. Our people are being seduced, and it must be stopped. I came to propose an alliance.”

Veronica scoffed loudly from behind him. “Lady, we don’t need you or anyone to defend ourselves. No one wants Ferry Island since we have a permanent mist. No rich folks are looking to settle down here.” she said.

Emily turned her gaze to the woman, polite smile firmly in place. “Are you sure you don’t need us? My town has supplies…..lots of them that we could give in return for you going to war with us against fortress four,” she said calmly. “Your town…. most of the dwellers are human. As for the mist, except for you Vicente, is any of your people guaranteed a safe return all the time? With my steady supply of food, you don’t need to risk your lives in the mist. Think about it.”

Silence followed, thick and charged. Vicente leaned back, flicking his fingers, dark eyes gleaming. “You’re bold,” he said at last. “Or foolish to tell me about your supplies. What if I attack your town to steal them or better yet hold you hostage until every last supply is brought here?”

Emily met his stare without flinching. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“No?” He arched an eyebrow.

“You are not a stupid man that would start a pointless war which you are not guaranteed a win. My people are not defenseless. Even if you do win, you will incur heavy losses as well. Ferry Island is already cracking from the inside; you don’t need a war.

I also know that you want Westbrook town and Hunkerville. The mountain is rich with resources, the town has minerals. Any sensible leader would want those towns.” She paused and leaned forward. “So, what do you say? Become my ally let’s take down fortress four and divide it’s territories among ourselves.”

Victoria sneered. “What you suggest is stupidity! Renzo and Stefano said their guns spit fire. And you saw those things in the sky which are likely to be related to them. And that bubble…..I have never seen anything like it. If we go to war with them, they will wipe us out! The fourth queen is not someone we want for an enemy.” She told her husband mostly.

“Fourth queen?” Emily asked,

Vicente scoffed. “That is what the people are calling the ruler. Like you, she seems to be found of silly titles. First, it was Eighth king, then ice witch and lately, fourth queen.”

Emily did not care what the woman wanted to be called. She just needed to ally with Vicente and take the city. She narrowed her eyes at Vicente. “I am yet to hear an answer from you.”

“No.” Vicente rubbed his chin, replying smugly. “I am not interested in this alliance, as long as fortress four does not attack us, we will not attack it. But if it does, we will handle things on our own. Run back to your little kingdom, Lord Emily.”

Stefano pumped his chest. “Only a stupid person would make an enemy of Vicente. He would feed them to the mist before their guns go off.”

Disjointed and burning with restrained fury, Emily stood so abruptly that her chair screeched across the tiled floor, the sound sharp enough to make even Vicente glance up, and she closed her eyes for half a second, long enough to gather the fragments of her dignity before they scattered completely. “Very well then,” she said, her voice controlled in a way that suggested violence had merely been postponed, not cancelled. “We will be leaving.”

She did not wait for a response, not for Vicente’s dark, unreadable stare, not for Veronica’s satisfied little smirk, not even for the echo of her own footsteps as she turned and stormed out of the building like the air inside had suddenly become poisonous, like another second in that hall might choke her.

Outside, the heat bathed her face, the mist lingered in the distance, hissing like an insult she could not yet answer. Her escorts scrambled after her, boots crunching, doors flying open, engines roaring quickly to life as if the vehicles sensed her mood and needed to rush before she crushed them to death.

The moment the car door sealed her inside the lead vehicle, Emily snapped.

She screamed_ loud, raw, unfiltered_ the kind of scream that came from somewhere deep in the chest, somewhere ancient and furious, and it rattled the windows hard enough that the driver nearly swerved off course.

He cursed silently.

Dr. Ramesh jumped so violently and shrunk in his seat. “Ma’am please calm down,” he said weakly, after a beat.

Emily leaned back against the seat, eyes blazing, arms crossed. “He dismissed me,” she snapped. “Like I was nothing. Like I was some courier girl asking for scraps.”

“To be fair,” one escort muttered from the back, “he dismisses everyone because he feels he’s the strongest man on earth. And as he is on friendly terms with the mist…I don’t blame him.”

Emily whipped her head around. “That is not helping.”

Captain Hanks looked back at Emily. “This is why I suggested we just attack the Fortress on our own. And I told you not to use the Lord Emily thing.”

“Stop talking!” Emily hissed. She clenched her hands; the vehicle squeaked in protest as gravity squeezed it like a hand around a throat.