God Valley Incident · III

Marine Prison Ship · Lower Levels

A brief ringing sounded inside the hull, then was swiftly swallowed by the engine's roar and the crash of waves, as if it had never existed.

In the corridor outside the communications room, the lights flickered on and off.

A petite figure slipped past along the shadows, her footsteps so light they seemed weightless. Behind her, the iron grate of the ventilation shaft gently closed.

The patrolling Marines came around the corner, their boots striking the metal floor in a steady, hollow rhythm.

"...Hm?"

He frowned and instinctively slowed down, his gaze sweeping back and forth along both sides of the corridor.

"Why do I feel like someone just passed by?"

His companion yawned without even lifting his eyelids, waving him off impatiently. "You're too tense."

"Who else on this ship could be running around besides us?"

The Marine stared at the empty corridor for another two seconds before finally shrugging.

"True."

The footsteps gradually faded, and the patrol disappeared into the shadows at the end of the corridor.

Slave hold.

This place and the upper deck seemed like two different worlds.

Dark, damp, and suffocatingly heavy.

The stench of rust, sweat, and blood mingled together like decay congealed in the air.

Suddenly—

The iron plate over the vent was pushed open from the inside, and a gust of cold air rushed in.

The next second, a petite figure flipped down.

Ginny landed steadily, bending her knees to absorb the impact without making any unnecessary noise.

She raised her head, lowering her voice, though she could not hide the light in her eyes.

"Big brother!"

"Everything went smoothly!!"

She hurried over to the corner. Her breathing had not yet settled, but her voice already trembled with excitement.

"The information has been sent out!"

"Now