Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 77 Mutants? What Mutants?

Vanessa was still immersed in her longing when she suddenly heard the word "mutants." She snapped out of it and furrowed her brows. "Mutants? What mutants?"

Sylvester tightened his face, staring intently at Vanessa. His eyes were filled with curiosity, and finally, he said, "Their blood detoxifies and they have extremely fast healing abilities." Vanessa pondered for a moment, took out her phone, and searched for a few terms.

She looked at Sylvester skeptically and showed him the search results. "Is this what Mr. Gomez was talking about?"

Sylvester glanced at the information on Vanessa's phone and nodded solemnly. "It's similar."

Vanessa was completely confused and once again thought about Sylvester's words. She asked with doubt, "Is Mr. Gomez suggesting that there might actually be mutants in this world?" Sylvester raised his eyes and responded with a subtle nod, "Hmm."

He maintained his solemn expression.

Observing this, Vanessa's lips curled into a faint smile.

After a brief contemplation, it struck Vanessa that Mr. Gomez appeared to be highly intelligent but had a penchant for asking rather unconventional questions.

Could it be that he felt guilty about the incident with the pretty little girl and lost his mind?

Suddenly, noticing the sympathetic expression on Vanessa's face, if it weren't for his age and recent act of saving a little creature, he would have kicked her on the spot.

"What? Do you think I'm going crazy?"

His voice carried a chill.

Vanessa felt as if a cold blade was pressed against her neck, ready to slice open her carotid artery if she said the wrong thing.

But deep down, Vanessa wanted to nod. However, as she envisioned the terrifying scene, her head shook like a rattle drum, and she quickly said, "No, I dare not disrespect Mr. Gomez. It's just that this mutant, I have truly never heard of it. How about I ask my colleagues?"

Witnessing Vanessa's sincere ignorance, Sylvester took a deep breath and waved his hand, saying, "Let it be. Don't mention this to anyone."

Only then did Vanessa wipe off the cold sweat on her forehead and respectfully responded, "Yes."

"You may go now." Sylvester didn't look at her anymore. "I'll call you if I need anything."

Vanessa bowed to Sylvester and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, she turned her head and saw Sylvester sitting there, his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.

In that moment, the words "lonely" and "desolate" flashed through Vanessa's mind.

Why did Mr. Gomez suddenly abruptly inquire about the presence of mutants in this world?

Aren't they typically considered fictional characters designed for martial arts novels or television dramas?

How could such a mystical and fantastical thing appear in this modern world of elite civilization?

After contemplating for a while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Sylvester remained seated on the chair, maintaining that posture for a long, long time.

No mutants? Then where did that little creature come from, and who is she exactly?

...

Fire, flames spreading wildly...

She saw large ships floating on the sea, heading towards them...

She witnessed the slaughter, heard the painful groans of her people...

She saw those cruel and evil people grabbing her tribe members, tying them up like livestock, and taking them away on the ships... She saw her father and mother being shot, their hands and feet bleeding as they protected her...

She saw Big White, covered in wounds, trying to save her...

She saw the laboratory where her tribe members and she were bound and subjected to inhumane experiments, treated like livestock... Suddenly, fragments of the dream shifted and transformed...

She saw under the snow, that man who saved her in a moment of danger, smiling and reaching out his hand.

She saw warm sunlight penetrate, kissing her face...