All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

​The piercing, low-frequency whistle of the communication array died out, leaving the central monitor frozen on the distorted image of Silas Cross's manic grin. High above the cloud cover, the atmosphere was already fracturing. The panoramic viewports of the dreadnought rippled with a searing, iridescent violet-white light as the orbital kinetic payload sliced down through the frozen upper stratosphere. The localized atmospheric dome of the valley groaned under the sudden, monumental displacement of thermal energy, its emerald curtain bending backward toward the mountain peaks like a sheet of stressed glass.​"Sovereign! The satellite array is tracking our exact structural mass!" Evelyn’s voice shattered the brief silence, the emergency audio feeds screeching with high-frequency static as the base firewalls began to melt under the cosmic radiation. "The kinetic energy downpour is compressing the local oxygen. The tracking vector isn't hitting the flash-frozen trench column—it's lockin

​The twelve-minute doom clock didn't just flash on the terminal; it felt like a heavy mass of lead crushing the air out of the captain's deck. Outside, the shimmering emerald dome of Aegis Hub 02 hummed, but it was three sectors behind them. Here, on the absolute border of the Capital's inner sanctum, the ground was a nightmare of shattered ice and iron.​"Eleven minutes, forty seconds!" Evelyn’s voice reporting through the command channel was tight, nearly drowning under the screech of high-frequency jamming signals. "The Capital’s defensive network has just initiated a full electromagnetic lockdown. Vivian, the automated iron-clad sentinel frames are decoupling from their sub-surface magnetic rails! They aren't trying to capture the dreadnought—their primary directives are to systematically detonate the core's thermal release vents to force the biosphere purge immediately!"​Vivian stood unyielding at the primary interface, her stealth suit gleaming under the amber diagnostic strobe

​The localized proximity alarms on Evelyn’s ruggedized tablet flared in a rhythmic, terrifying sequence of amber flashes. The digital signature USER VERIFICATION: KANE-01 burned against the dark screen, casting a sickly pale light across the stone walls of the transit bunker's mainframe room.​Outside, the real world’s sub-zero nitrogen storm screamed through the ventilation shafts, a low, howling beast that dropped the internal room temperature to a biting ten degrees within minutes. Real, raw crystalline frost was rapidly web-weaving across the iron floor plating, cracking like brittle glass under the immense weight of Julian’s combat boots.​"He's already inside the outer security perimeter," Evelyn whispered, her teeth visibly chattering as she clutched the frozen sides of the monitor frame. Her breath billowed into thick, ghost-like plumes of white steam. "Vivian, Marcus’s forward armored scout unit didn't just stumble onto this basin. They are using old-world tactical short-wave

​The low, electric hum of the primitive high-voltage perimeter fence rippled down the stagnant, sulfur-choked industrial corridor, casting rhythmic pulses of pale violet light against the rusted iron walls. From the absolute darkness three hundred yards ahead, the synchronized CLICK-CLACK of iron-shod tribal boots intensified. The shadows began to warp, revealing the silhouettes of nearly thirty feral raiders—the vanguard of the subterranean pipeline clans. They were clad in jagged, mismatched armor stripped from old-world factory machinery, their faces hidden behind crude iron welding masks painted with aggressive crimson slashes.​"Vivian, they've completely blocked the primary conduit matrix!" Evelyn gasped from the shadow of the titanium drop-chute, her fingers flying erratically across her shiver-inducing tablet screen. The device sputtered, struggling against the localized electromagnetic interference of the raiders' makeshift grid. "The current running through that fence is tap

​The heavy steel bulkhead of Armored Isolation Vault 03 thrummed with a low, menacing vibration that rattled the rusted floor grating beneath Vivian’s boots. On the severed terminal screen, the manual override signature of Commander Garrett Cross’s rogue son blinked like a toxic green scar.​TIME REMAINING: 21 MINUTES, 48 SECONDS.​Behind the thick, reinforced inspection glass of the vault’s auxiliary wall, the automated magnesium lines were already beginning to hiss. A dull, ominous orange glow pulsed deep within the cryogenic fluid tubes, signaling the first stage of the thermal sterilization sequence. If those lines fully pressurized, the cryogenic chambers holding Julian's father and the old vanguard elite would be transformed into an incandescent furnace.​"The bastard didn't just lock the system from the inside," Leo spat, his face pale as he directed his tactical flashlight into the exposed side of the vault's terminal housing. The beam illuminated a chaotic mess of melted copp