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After some official–sounding excuses, the two major powers saw how determined Chloe was and decided to drop the matter. 

But 

as William left, he shot Chloe a fierce glare. 

William thought, ‘Anyone who can’t be of use to me has no place here! 

The officer, who was with Peyton, looked genuinely disappointed, but he still smiled hopefully, refusing to give up. 

“Captain Yates, I really hope you’ll reconsider,” he said. 

Then, lowering his voice, he added, “If you don’t want to join, that’s cool. But could you maybe help us heal someone? We can offer you supplies in exchange.” 

He spoke so quietly, like he was worried someone else might overhear. 

Chloe nodded and replied, “Sure.” 

She was happy to help out the military. 

The officer’s face lit up with joy. He asked, “Can we 

go 

now?” 

He thought, ‘Mr. Emery Klein probably only has a few days left. 

Chloe called out to her crew, “Go ahead and look around the base. Oh, and I heard there’s a Trade Market here; might be worth checking out.” 

Then she headed off with the officer. 

On the way, Chloe tried to get some details about the patient, but the officer was visibly,on edge, constantly scanning the area as if worried someone might overhear. 

“You’ll find out when we get there,” he said. 

They finally stopped at the military compound in the Elite District, a place reserved only for top brass. 

Inside the colonial mansion, the décor embodied classic style: stately and dignified. 

As soon as they stepped in, rushed footsteps could be heard from inside, full of anxiety. 

It was a bunch of doctors and nurses, all looking worried and stressed. 

Peyton hurriedly grabbed Chloe and pulled her toward a room. 

“How’s my grandpa?” Peyton blurted out, his voice full of worry. 

Chloe was taken aback. She thought, ‘Holy crap, this hothead is actually a military brat. 

Chloe was dragged inside, where a man in a military uniform stood with a steely expression, exuding authority without even being angry. 

Only someone who had been calling the shots for years could have that kind of commanding vibe. 

The officer from earlier, Alex, hurried over and asked, “Mr. Klein, how’s your father doing?” 

Graham didn’t answer. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Chloe. 

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“Is she the healer who showed up today?” he asked. 

Chloe stepped forward and gave a respectful gesture. She said, “Mr. Klein, I’m Chloe.” 

Peyton quickly said, “Dad, let Captain Yates check on Grandpa. Maybe there’s still hope.” 

Graham glanced at the doctors working frantically with the defibrillator. “What’s my father’s condition?” he demanded. 

All the best doctors were there, but in the end, they could only shake their heads helplessly. 

“Emery’s heart is failing badly. There’s nothing we can do to save him,” one of them said, voice heavy with regret. 

Emery lay motionless on the bed, his white beard and pale face making him look almost lifeless. 

The heart monitor next to him had flatlined, and everyone lowered their heads in silent mourning. 

Chloe didn’t hesitate. She strode forward and reached out to feel Emery’s pulse. 

His pulse had stopped. That meant he was dead. 

Suddenly, Chloe sensed something. She thought, ‘Wait, that’s not right. 

“There is still a faint trace of life left in his body.‘ 

She gathered every ounce of her healing power into her right arm, and a vibrant green life force streamed from her fingertips, slowly flowing into Emery’s veins. 

Alex began, “Captain…” 

“Don’t speak,” Peyton snapped, cutting him off urgently. 

Alex was about to say Emery was already gone, but Peyton quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, shutting him up. 

Peyton’s eyes were locked on Emery lying on the bed, lips pressed tight, barely even breathing. 

He prayed inside, ‘Come on, just this once, let a miracle happen! 

Every second dragged on, but the heart monitor didn’t budge. It was just a dead straight line. 

Graham let out a sigh. 

He said to Chloe, “Really appreciate you coming, but…” 

His words died in his throat. His fierce eyes widened, his breathing quickening. 

The heart monitor suddenly came to life. 

At first, there was just a faint flicker, then the line spiked, and finally it started beeping, just like it should. 

The doctors nearby were totally blown away. 

Alex exclaimed, “Oh my god, Emery’s going to be okay!” His eyes actually welled up. 

Even Peyton, tough as he was, couldn’t stop the tears from falling. 

Beads of sweat broke out on Chloe’s forehead. She was clearly reaching her limit. 

She thought, ‘No, I can’t stop now. I have to push through and heal his heart in one shot, or everything I’ve done will be wasted.‘ 

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“I’m almost out of healing power. Hurry up and get me a core!” Chloe said quickly, her voice sharp with urgency. 

Graham didn’t hesitate. He said, “Peyton, go grab some cores, now!” 

Emery was the backbone of the military. If anything happened to him, it would be a disaster. 

One after another, those precious Tier 3 cores were handed over, and Chloe took them all without hesitation. 

It hurt Graham to see them go, but he didn’t say a word. 

Tier 3 cores were only a few left in the whole base, and now they were all used up. 

Still, nobody dared to object. 

Compared to those rare cores, Emery’s life was worth far more. 

After Chloe absorbed the final Tier 3 core, Emery’s body functions were at last fully restored. 

The doctors rushed to grab their equipment, checking him over, and started shouting in disbelief. 

“His heart is beating again!” one of the doctors yelled. 

“His liver failure is gone. His liver’s healthier than a teenager’s!” another blurted out. 

“His hand just moved,” another doctor declared. 

Everyone was jumping around, totally losing it from excitement. 

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Over by the wall of Bluehaven Base, a little girl was working hard to move bricks, her small face covered in soot and dirt, and her dry hair a tangled mess. 

She struggled to drag the bricks to the spot she was told to put them. 

All around, several powered humans stood with whips in hand, barking at the workers to pick up the pace. 

“Move it! If these bricks aren’t done before sundown, your rations get slashed in half!” one of them barked. 

Hearing that, everyone scrambled to work even faster. 

All they got was a single pack of cookies. If that got cut, they’d be so hungry tomorrow they wouldn’t even be able to crawl out of bed. 

The girl let out a cry as the sharp edge of the brick tore a deep gash in her hand, blood gushing out instantly. 

She didn’t even have time to cry before a whip lashed her back hard 

The contractor boss, Lucas, snapped, “Why are you just standing there? Trying to slack off?” 

The girl frantically shook her head. She cried, “No, I’m not slacking! I’m working, I swear! I’ll do it now!” 

She just kept hauling bricks, not caring about the blood streaming from her hand. 

Lucas barked at her, “Don’t come back tomorrow.” 

The girl’s face went pale. She said, “No, please! I can work, I really can! Please, don’t send me away!” 

Lucas sighed and said, “It’s not that I want to send you away, but you’re just too young for work like this.” 

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The girl shook her head frantically and insisted, “I can! I can do any job!” 

She glanced at the adults around her, gritted her teeth, and forced herself to stand, matching them brick for brick. 

Bluehaven Base was put together under emergency orders. With only a month since the apocalypse began, there simply wasn’t enough time to build a proper city wall. 

So everyone was under pressure to work as fast as possible. 

They used the tall buildings around Bluehaven as anchor points, linking them together with bricks to form an impenetrable wall. 

Seeing the girl working her heart out, the powered human just shrugged and walked off without another word. 

Just then, a man nearby said to the girl, “Chiara, you’re gonna work yourself to death like this. Maybe you should just head back.” 

The guy couldn’t help but look at Chiara with sympathy. 

Chiara was just a little kid, six or seven at most. Even the grown men struggled with hauling bricks, but Chiara had been stubbornly sticking it out for half a month already. 

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