What?! I Became the Zombie Beauty in the Villain’s Arms – CH55

Chapter 55: Villain Identity

The administrative clearance embedded within this capsule’s software was vast.

The live global surveillance network of the core stronghold began to stream directly onto the air before her eyes.

Pei Xiqing systematically traced the digital IP address regulating the subterranean water prison, inputting the solitary biometric override key she had retained from her previous observations.

The holographic link successfully patched into the deepest chambers of the flooded black site.

True to its nomenclature, the water prison was a literal abyss of flooded concrete vaults—operating as the supreme geographic matrix where the fortress hoarded its most grotesque corruption, unvarnished filth, and hidden violence.

Pei Xiqing had manipulated the console interface strictly to extract the metrics of this specific dungeon.

Synthesizing the frantic rumors the military prosecutors had just broadcasted inside the capsule…

A violent, chilling intuition overrode her logical processors.

She wasn’t merely acquainted with the Sovereign Chief Judge—the pre-written apex villain of this entire literary universe. Her timeline had actively intersected with his coordinates across multiple consecutive shifts.

Even if verifying the data triggered an absolute security failure, permanently framing her civilian baseline as a high-clearance criminal spy, her mind demanded to decode the ground truth.

Whatever structural fallout the revelation unleashed, her board would absorb the invoice.

The subterranean water prison.

The absolute third floor of the flooded vaults.

Deep within the narrowest, most suffocatingly damp containment cell anchored below the water line.

An elite rogue ability user was heavily bound in a network of thick alloy chains, his mutated skeletal frame violently clamped flush against a reinforced concrete execution cross.

His tactical gear was completely saturated with a thick, putrid film of clotted crimson.

A sequence of hyper-sharp, jagged iron hooks had been driven clean through his pectoral muscles, the heavy steel links scoring his flesh with a grotesque mixture of industrial rust and fresh, streaming gore.

His head hung limply against his sternum, his sensory units tracking the rhythmic, heavy crunch of approaching boots vibrating through the wet concrete.

A pair of pristine, bespoke luxury leather shoes stepped cleanly out of the dark, halting directly in front of his pinned torso.

The captive let out a harsh, wet sneer through his teeth. “My database will never authorize a data release for your division. My advice is to terminate this tracking sequence immediately. Otherwise… haha… you pathetic, low-tier bureaucrats commanding Base Three won’t even possess the spare processing speed to comprehend what precise anomaly liquidated your lines.”

“Executing a rotation of your interrogation cells yields a zero-net return. If your supreme directors desire to extract the absolute coordinates and master contact manifests regulating the subterranean black market, I advise your board to abandon the calculation as early as possible.”

A fine, silver flake of cigarette ash drifted through the gloom, landing precisely on the spotless, polished leather of the administrator’s shoe. Ye Kui’s neural network finally intercepted an uncalibrated threat signature in the air. Slowly, dragging his torn muscles through a sharp spike of agony, he hoisted his chin up to lock his eyes forward. The exact millisecond his pupils collided with the freezing, bottomless green depth of the gaze staring down at him from behind those pristine gold-rimmed lenses, his visual tracking system violently short-circuited.

“You… your code matches…!”

Duan Xiaolin calmly extracted a heavy tactical cigarette from his silver case, placing the filter precisely between his thin lips.

He paused for several consecutive seconds, before his fingers smoothly transferred the cigarette directly into the prisoner’s bloody mouth.

A spark ignited, the small flame instantly illuminating the statuesque, rigid contours of the administrator’s jaw.

Ye Kui desperately bit down on the filter, his vocal apparatus heavily slurred by clotted blood, yet his words remained perfectly legible across the audio channel. “What precise classification governs your rank within this syndicate?”

“My office operates under the sovereign overwatch of Franlun,” the man stated flatly.

“Haha… the execution division of Franlun… those self-righteous hypocrites who dress their tyranny in the guise of absolute judicial balance while executing black ops behind the scenes? The rumors across the frontier dictate that your squads possess the clearance to override every base director, executing tasks that standard military units lack the kinetic power to touch.”

“Affirmative.”

“The standard specialists operating under your division badge are entirely uninspiring, but my intelligence division has logged a highly volatile anomaly… an exceptionally lethal administrator commanding the name of Qiu, whose elemental execution tier is completely off the charts. Does that code trace to your profile?”

“Negative.”

Ye Kui pressed his bleeding torso against the hooks, a grotesque lilt entering his voice. “Within the black folders of Franlun… outside of Qiu Chao’s execution squads, there exists a secondary entity whose single signature commands the power to permanently bury an entire faction beneath the concrete. A legendary, stone-cold tyrant holding the title of Chief Judge. Where exactly is his coordinate sector anchored tonight?”

A violent fit of coughing ripped through his lungs, dark gore spraying across the wet stone, yet the naked contempt burning in his eyes refused to extinguish. “The legal manifests boast that there isn’t a single corporate conspiracy or black-market network the Chief Judge cannot systematically dismantle. Why hasn’t your supreme division ordered his shadow to clear this threshold? Though… my sources inside headquarters run a highly fascinating thesis: the supreme master commanding your entire Franlun syndicate was born a completely non-enhanced civilian—an organic defect who lacks a single active superpower, an entity whose elemental output has never been logged by a single scanner across the strongholds…”

“Navigating the absolute paradigm of the post-apocalyptic era without an active superpower… do your basic cognitive units comprehend what that variable spells for an asset? Hahahaha! The man is a disposable, non-functional piece of waste!”

Ye Kui executed a deep, ravenous pull against the tobacco, before violently spitting the glowing ember straight into the dirt between his shoes. “Doesn’t your own processing unit track the absolute absurdity of the layout? By what twisted law of political leverage did a powerless civilian secure the absolute sovereign throne of the most terrifying black ops division on the planet?”

The administrator offered zero verbal input to counter the analysis. He simply kept his heavy eyelids lowered, his voice a monument of level, glacial calm. “Does your database contain an additional query before the window closes?”

“Your uniform matches Franlun’s high council; specify the precise classification of your own superpower.”

“My system commands a multi-layered allocation of sovereign elements,” Duan Xiaolin murmured, his green eyes flashing coldly in the dark. “Which specific sub-routine does your curiosity desire to analyze?”

The heavy alloy chains pinning Ye Kui’s frame let out a harsh, screeching metallic friction against the concrete cross. He rolled his tongue against the roof of his mouth, a manic, predatory smirk splitting his features. “It is an absolute tragedy that the supreme architect commanding your entire board is nothing but a useless, fragile piece of baseline human meat. Why don’t you authorize your boss to clear this cell to face my coordinates face-to-face? I would gladly allocate a prolonged window to teach his primitive mind the true physics of a high-tier superpower.”

The exact second the insult cleared his vocal apparatus, the prisoner’s muscle matrices violently tensed, his elemental aura flaring to critical thresholds. With a single, explosive burst of kinetic power, he violently shattered the high-tensile alloy chains anchoring his limbs, ruthlessly wrenching his chest forward to rip the jagged iron hooks clean out of his pectoral flesh.

A visceral, wet sound of shredding muscle and tearing skin echoed through the vault.

Ye Kui’s manic laughter grew exponentially more exaggerated, fresh blood spraying across the stone.

“Your primitive cells lack the capability to contain my timeline! Not a single executioner in Franlun possesses the clearance to touch my line!”

The man standing opposite his bleeding frame casually raised his left wrist, tracking the digital timer interface on his gauntlet as a sharp, freezing frown pulled his prominent brows together.

A hyper-dense network of violent, lightning-fast electrical arcs and localized gravitational distortion fields began to frantically cascade from the prisoner’s body, rushing straight through the narrow corridor to engulf the administrator’s torso.

“Your uncalibrated dialogue has already delayed my personal schedule by precisely sixty seconds,” Duan Xiaolin murmured.

“What? Is the Sovereign Judge running an optimization clock because his cells are frantic to sink into a woman’s bed?”

The administrator calmly reached onto the adjacent equipment rack, lifting a fresh pair of specialized, heavy-duty suppression chains. While his long fingers methodically stroked the terrifying, jagged geometric grooves and blood-channels scoring the iron links, he completely ignored the thousands of volts of volatile electricity surging through his own body, his elemental fields absorbing the current to absolute zero. Moving with a fluid, terrifying velocity that defied human reaction speed, his arm shot forward—ruthlessly piercing the heavy iron links straight back through Ye Kui’s freshly ruptured chest flesh, the kinetic impact violently fracturing every single bone structure inside the prisoner’s torso.

Ye Kui unleashed an unimaginably miserable, high-frequency shriek of pure agony through the black site.

His nervous system collapsed into a catastrophic wave of physical pain.

Every single muscle fiber across his anatomy began to violently spasm and twitch in systemic failure.

“Are your vocal receptors prepared to release the encryption keys?”

The High Representative had completely liquidated his remaining reserves of clinical patience. “Does your database choose to maintain the lock?”

Duan Xiaolin slowly dropped into a low crouch directly in front of the convulsing criminal, his hand calmly pulling the heavy link taut, the leverage systematically tearing another layer of muscle tissue apart. His green eyes remained a wall of absolute, freezing calm behind his lenses. “My office allocated a sufficient window to preserve your comfort during the duration of a single cigarette shift.”

“I am demanding an audience with the Sovereign Chief Judge of Franlun! I command a synchronization with his station! Where exactly is he hoarded?!” Ye Kui screamed through his teeth, his eyes bulging with madness.

Suddenly, a strange, unverified biological energy began to faintly pulse across the administrator’s fingertips.

Like ancient, dangerous green scales shimmering with a lethal, reptilian glow within the deep suffocating darkness of the flooded vault.

Following a heavy, terrifying silence, his thin lips parted into a low, melodious chuckle. “The target coordinate is initialized,” he whispered. “He stands directly in front of your visual sensors.”

The exact second the transcript left his mouth, the holographic surveillance feed streaming inside the high-velocity elevator capsule was violently, ruthlessly severed by the master firewall, and the integrated security systems unleashed a deafening, high-frequency electronic alarm through the shaft.

[BEEP—— BEEP—— SECURITY BREACH DETECTED]

——SYSTEM UPDATE: VANGUARD CAPTAIN LING LANG’S AUTHORIZATION SCHEMATICS HAVE BEEN EXPLOITED TO OVERRIDE THE CLOAKING COMPLIANCE.

——BIOMETRIC ANALYSIS CONCLUDES THE CORE IDENTIFIER WAS A DECEPTIVE BLUFF.

——CRITICAL WARNING: THE SCANNING ARRAYS HAVE SUCCESSFULLY LOGGED YOUR FULL FACIAL INFRARED MARKERS, DUAL FINGERPRINT TRACES, AND CELLULAR DENSITY SPECTRUMS WITHIN THE MASTER REGISTRY.

——THE BASE-WIDE TACTICAL ALARM IS NOW FULLY INITIALIZED. BROADCASTING THE ALERT TO EVERY SINGLE ACTIVE SECTOR INFRASTRUCTURE: A THIRD-PARTY ESPIONAGE ASSET HAS FORCEFULLY PENETRATED THE SOVEREIGN CORE NETWORK.

——STANDBY FOR FULL PROSECUTORIAL REVIEW. THE AUTOMATED EXEUCTION SQUADS AND DEFENSIVE JETS WILL INITIALIZE A TOTAL AREA PURSUIT OPERATION IN PRECISELY TEN SECONDS.

Pei Xiqing took a rapid, panicked half-step backward, her boot nearly crushing Xiaobai’s armored paws at her heel.

Her cognitive units bypassed all standard analytical loops. Without wasting a microsecond of processing energy, her arm slammed hard against the master emergency override switch, forcing the pneumatic blast doors of the capsule to violently hiss open as she scooped up the high-tensile nylon lead, sprinting out into the corridor. “Launch the exit vector, Xiaobai! Run!”

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