Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 101

Chapter 101: The End

It was a buried history.

Before becoming Kristen Le, she, as a member of the Timon tribe, had a beautiful name—Ismuriel. This name, in the Timon language, meant stars, brightness, and aurora.

During the old calendar era, when the virus raged, the rule of the Government Republican Alliance was precarious. The Timon tribe, having lived in the snow mountains for thousands of years, fortunately escaped this disaster due to their isolation.

In 1711 of the old calendar, the development and popularization of Wlc293 marked the end of the virus crisis.

In 1712 of the old calendar, the Government Republican Alliance officially split into the current ten countries. And a week before the Alliance announced its dissolution, it was the Day of the Dead, a tradition passed down through generations of the Timon tribe.

On the Day of the Dead, Ismuriel hadn’t yet become Kristen Le. She was still the daughter of the Timon tribe chief, the beloved “Star” of the tribe. They gathered around the bonfire, closed their eyes devoutly, clasped their hands together, and prayed for their deceased relatives.

After the ceremony, they shared barley juice, a winter specialty and a must-have for the Day of the Dead. The bonfire crackled, the flames reflecting their peaceful smiles, undisturbed by the chaos of the icy world.

But that night, a group of outsiders drove into the snow mountains.

The Timon tribe was simple and kind. They entertained the lost outsiders with their freshest beef and finest wine. Fourteen-year-old Ismuriel looked at the outsiders’ car, her red eyes filled with curiosity.

The entire group rested in the snow mountains for the night. Ismuriel, waking up early, heard arguing from outside her mother’s room.

“Chief Yolanda, our boss promises that as long as you and your tribe relocate, she is willing to pay a considerable sum of compensation.”

Her mother’s voice was calm: “The Timon tribe has lived in these snow mountains for generations. This is the homeland of our branch, where our relatives and ancestors are buried. We will not relocate.”

The other party’s voice gradually became impatient: “If you compromise, it will be good for both of us.”

Ismuriel, standing outside the door, was angry. The snow mountains were their homeland, why should they be forced to relocate against their will?

The Timon tribe had always lived this way, and no one in their branch wanted to relocate. Everyone lived a peaceful and happy life, why should they go to the cities where the virus had just subsided?

But her mother had taught her to be polite, humble, and friendly to both tribe members and outsiders, so even though she became angrier and angrier, Ismuriel didn’t burst into the room to argue with the outsiders.

The sound of silver bells ringing, she ran to the giant rock on the snow mountain and saw the flower wreaths the tribe members had made for the Day of the Dead yesterday, her mood gradually improving.

The cold wind howled past. She brushed the snow off the wreaths, still annoyed, thinking that these outsiders were really annoying and impolite, the previous group of outsiders who came for the survey were much better.

But she didn’t know that both groups were working for the same organization, and they would bring about the demise of the entire Timon tribe.

Because they couldn’t reach an agreement, the outsiders left the next afternoon. The tribe remained peaceful as usual. Before the sky completely darkened, Ismuriel drank some fruit wine and fell asleep at her good friend Feifu’s house.

The usually bright moon was half-hidden behind the clouds, as if unable to bear to watch the scene that was about to unfold.

Late at night, striking blood splattered on the windowsill. When Ismuriel was shaken awake by Feifu, she saw that Feifu’s face was filled with terror, her eyes filled with tears. The tears fell on Ismuriel’s arm, burning a scar on her elbow.

“Go! Run!”

Ismuriel, just waking up, was still a little dazed. She wanted to hug and comfort Feifu, but Feifu pulled her towards an underground passage. Footsteps approached, and after pushing Ismuriel into the passage, which only the tribe members knew about, Feifu used her own body as a cover, perfectly concealing the entrance.

Ismuriel couldn’t hear anything.

She couldn’t hear the usual laughter of the tribe members, couldn’t hear them call her name, couldn’t hear her mother calling her home.

Ismuriel could hear everything.

She could hear the cries of the tribe members, the gunshots of the outsiders pulling the trigger, the sound of blood flowing into the melting snow, and the cold laughter as they counted the bodies.

“Is everything taken care of?”

“Mm, there’s a child we can’t find, but our people found her belongings by the cliff. She probably fell off the cliff in her panic. Falling from that height, even with nine lives, she would still die.”

“Then let’s go report to the bosses, this is a big deal.”

Perhaps with a last shred of conscience, the person asked, “…But they were willing to pay for the relocation, why kill them after they refused?”

“That money was never real to begin with. The boss’s orders were to make them disappear along with the virus.”

The brutal killing wasn’t enough. To cover up the truth, they cleaned up the scene, created the illusion of a migration, and then spread rumors, claiming that their branch had been dissatisfied with the living environment in the snow mountains and had moved down the mountain, even spreading the rumor that they had planned it secretly for a long time and completed the migration overnight to avoid infamy.

Everyone hated deserters, and no one would dig deeper for the hidden truth.

At that time, the government was on the verge of collapse, and the new governments of various countries were about to be established, so no one had the time to care about this ancient tribe of only one hundred and eighty-one people.

—Only Ismuriel knew.

And only she, in these past hundred years, had remembered them.

She had never given up on her hatred, the scar left by her friend burning in her heart every night.

Not long after she left the snow mountains, changing her name and identity, their homeland was occupied by outsiders. Half a year later, when the news about the source crystals broke out, she finally understood what was buried beneath the snow mountains.

Such a huge temptation was enough to devour humanity.

She studied and worked day and night to earn money, but she still couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the true culprit behind the scenes was growing stronger. Source crystals were extremely rare, but the mastermind, at the cost of blood and lives, monopolized the entire source crystal market and, in just a few years, built their business empire in several countries after the split.

Among them were the SE Group in the Independent State of Yi Meng, the three major families in Moli, the Nuer’er Group in Taiya, and so on.

These people’s hands were stained with blood, all of them culprits. But they could pretend to be benevolent philanthropists in front of the media.

Ismuriel’s eyes were red with disgust at their hypocrisy.

Over the years, she had envisioned countless revenge plans, but those retaliations were insignificant, unable to alleviate her hatred. When she bought special medicine for her illness, prolonging her aging life at the cost of her legs, she finally figured out what to do.

Everything started with temptation, at the cost of life, so let those who profited die from the temptation of life, die from their unfulfilled desires.

“Beep—”

When the alarm went off, Kristen Le was very calm. She still sat in her wheelchair, a red blanket covering her legs, facing the vast sea with its rolling waves.

The sea breeze ruffled her silver hair. The surrounding soldiers, holding guns, quickly approached. She seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere, still looking at the sea, as if gazing at her former homeland across the horizon.

Boots made a slight sound as they stepped on the sand.

Zhu Yiqiao, dressed in her Trial Court uniform, looked at her impassively.

And Kristen Le finally reacted when she was handcuffed and escorted to the transport vehicle. She didn’t resist at all, just politely whispered to the escort—”Thank you for your trouble.”

She even gave a kind smile.

The distance from Starry Sea to the Trial Court was only five kilometers, and the journey was over in a flash. From the transport vehicle to the interrogation room, Kristen Le remained calm and unhurried, without any signs of resistance or attempting to escape, as peaceful as someone with no more wishes, about to face death.

“Clang—”

The sound of the chair being pulled out was like a cut by a knife, stimulating everyone. Min Man, Wei Lingyu, Colonel Xu, and other personnel involved in the investigation, interrogation, and arrest operation were all watching the upcoming interrogation in the monitoring room.

Zhu Yiqiao and Lan Lubai removed their pistols and sat opposite Kristen Le, one on the left and one on the right.

Glancing at the person in front of her, Lan Lubai opened her terminal and started the interrogation according to procedure.

“Name.”

Kristen Le smiled: “Ismuriel.”

“Age.”

Kristen Le: “181.”

The two present and everyone in the monitoring room weren’t surprised, because they all knew that the person in front of them wasn’t a kind old woman, but a criminal who conducted human experiments, organized international gene theft, and trampled on life and law. The fact that she was using special drugs to prolong her life was obvious.

After asking a few basic questions, Lan Lubai gradually got to the point.

“Why did you conduct human experiments?”

Kristen Le smiled: “I’m very sorry, but for my plan, I had to do it.”

“They have money and power, these things can no longer tempt them. But the desire to prolong life, achieve immortality, transcend, and become a higher life form can tempt them, tempt them to commit crimes, tempt them to self-destruct.”

Zhu Yiqiao’s eyes grew colder.

Lan Lubai frowned: “Let me remind you, you are currently at the Trial Court, please truthfully answer the questions about your criminal intent and process.”

Kristen Le spread her hands, showing them the handcuffs on her wrists: “Executive Lan, I’m being very honest. Next, I would like to ask you to listen to a story.”

She removed the bionic skin mask from her face, revealing her true appearance. Perhaps because she had worn the mask for too long, the light in the room was too harsh, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her amber pupils had returned to their original red.

“My story will probably take about half an hour. Thank you in advance for your patience and listening.”

The entire interrogation room fell silent.

In the next half hour, Kristen Le detailed the Timon tribe massacre, including her studies in biology at the Ivy League school after changing her name and identity, her involvement in genetic engineering, and finally, her decision to use “new humans” as a cover, with the promise of immortality and evolution, to lure the murderers from back then into her trap, step by step towards self-destruction.

During her narration, only when mentioning the Timon tribe did her emotions fluctuate, with nostalgia, tenderness, shame, fear, and many other complex and difficult-to-express emotions hidden in her heart.

Lan Lubai was silent for a moment.

She had envisioned countless motives for the mastermind, such as greed, antisocial personality, monetary transactions, and the lure of fame and fortune. In short, she had never imagined the truth would be like this.

After Kristen Le finished her story, a hint of relief in her eyes, Zhu Yiqiao, who had remained silent throughout, asked coldly,

“Why didn’t you report it to the police?”

Kristen Le smiled: “Of course, the law could convict them, but they are rich and powerful, with a hundred ways to easily escape or reduce their sentences. I didn’t want them to die too easily. After all, Ismuriel also died that night, and their hands are stained with the blood of one hundred and eighty-one people.”

“Besides, I created the research institute and used the ‘new humans’ as bait. They were the ones who couldn’t resist the temptation, they were the ones who walked towards me step by step, willingly becoming my pawns, and then step by step towards their own ruin.”

“Those murderers from back then died many years ago as the first batch of test subjects. Their heirs are still foolish and reckless. I once gave them a chance, talked to them about the Timon tribe, but they actually thought my people were… ungrateful. How could I not hate them?”

Lan Lubai’s eyes flickered slightly: “The dead are gone, the living must carry on.”

Kristen Le raised her voice, these words, weighing on her, were also the reason she couldn’t forgive.

“But they are dead, they can never come back, and I can’t even find their remains.”

“Why can the murderers live happily? While our entire tribe had to die because of their greed.”

She seemed to regain some of her composure, her voice gradually returning to normal: “Li Er’s group laundered money in their early years, secretly selling illegal drugs and harming many people. Zhou Weiqian, seemingly an animal lover, was actually a violent maniac… Yang Yu, Bai He, Mo Xinli, these people deserved to die, and I also eliminated harm for the people, didn’t I?”

Lan Lubai: “Kristen Le, please return to the topic of your crimes.”

Kristen Le changed the subject: “Chief Judge Zhu, what do you think?”

“You are the colonel and Chief Judge most respected by the people of the Independent State. I know you are a good person. I didn’t intend to use your genetic sample at first. It was those people you desperately protected who made the request, which is why your genetic sample was stolen and entered into the gene bank. They even wanted to kill you out of fear of being exposed.”

“Whether you believe it or not, I never intended to harm you. If I wanted to threaten you, your partner, Ming Fei, wouldn’t have been able to leave the elderly care home.”

“Do you still think I’m the one who’s wrong?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the air in the entire interrogation room froze. Zhu Yiqiao looked at her, the medal of honor on the right side of her uniform gleaming.

“My decisions are not for you to judge.”

“—I am the one who judges you.”

After a long moment, Kristen Le burst into laughter, tears welling up in her eyes. She no longer argued, quickly calming down, as if enjoying the last moments of peace before the end of her life.

“I’m sorry, I know what awaits me. I did harm innocent people in this process, and I admit to all my crimes.”

“Actually, I deliberately leaked some clues to you, so you could catch them. Of course, this was also part of my plan to ruin them.”

“The plan is complete, I have no regrets.”

She smiled: “I won’t run, and I won’t request a defense. Let me ‘leave’ soon.”

—She missed home.

—Ismuriel missed home.

Even though she had long been homeless and alone.

The lights flickered, and in a daze, she seemed to see her homeland far away, saw the tribe members waving to her on the snow mountain, saw her mother and friend smiling at her.

But she stood there, not daring to approach, because she had already committed sins and was no longer the same person. But they walked towards her and hugged her, just like yesterday.

“Ismuriel, welcome home.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and the countdown of her prolonged life began. Her eyes glazed over, and she gradually fell asleep in this beautiful dream.

The vital signs detector on the handcuffs emitted a sharp beep.

“Beep—”

A century of planning, countless sins, all came to an end.