Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 206: I won this time

But before Elena could warn them, a loud crash echoed, followed by walls bursting apart.

Chunks of concrete and ice flew like shrapnel, and dust filled the corridor as the shockwave shook the ground beneath them, rattling the entire floor.

"What a grand entrance," she murmured, staring at the ugly beast.

The mutated cat stood tall, baring its sharp teeth, its eyes locked on her with burning hatred.

’I wonder... is it the heavens interfering because their favored child is about to die? Or did the beast find my spiritual energy too tempting when I used my ability?’

Either way, she wasn’t ready to fight it head-on.

Without hesitation, she used her [Telepathy] to command everyone to retreat into space.

Fortunately, Ethan had already trained them—at the first sign of danger, they were to enter space immediately.

"Wife, let’s enter Paradise. This mutated cat is about to go berserk," Ethan urged, his eyes fixed on the crouching beast, ready to pounce.

"Alright, time to leave. Looks like we’ve got an uninvited guest crashing the fun," Elena replied with disdain.

As the mutated cat lunged forward, Elena used [Blink] and reappeared in front of Marc.

He was unconscious—likely knocked out by the blast or simply overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

Without hesitation, she kicked him hard enough to make contact and pulled him into the space.

As long as she could touch someone, she could bring them into Paradise.

And once inside, she could take her time—torture him slowly, then get rid of the so-called ’favored one.’

She cast a smug glance at the mutated cat, then raised her eyes as if to mock the heavens.

’This time, I won.’

And with that, she vanished from the building.

The beast roared in fury as its prey vanished once again.

It rampaged through the ruins, smashing everything in sight, desperate to find Elena.

Soon after, government forces arrived and launched a barrage of missiles at the building.

With the newly released intel from Troy Heather, they finally understood what they were dealing with.

But the mutated cat had no time for them—it slipped back into the shadows, continuing its relentless hunt for its prey.

Meanwhile, Ethan, Xander, and Daniel stood around the space, watching Marc writhe in pain—still reeling from Elena’s earlier kick.

He trembled, shaking his head in disbelief, convinced he was trapped in a nightmare.

When the panic finally faded and he dared to open his eyes, he found himself surrounded by a beautiful landscape.

The warm sun brushed his skin gently, making him wonder if he had somehow died and gone to heaven.

"It feels nice here, doesn’t it?" Elena said coldly, snapping him out of his daze.

Marc turned to look at her, his face filled with fear, as if she were some kind of monster.

He had never heard of an ability like this before. Everything around him felt unreal.

Without another word, Elena gave him a cold stare, then teleported him directly to the southeastern training ground’s interrogation room.

Ethan then appeared behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist to check if she was hurt.

The mutated cat’s arrival had ruined their plans, but thanks to the space, they were safe—for now.

"Wife, are you alright?" Ethan asked, worry written all over his face.

"I’m fine, husband. Let’s go to the interrogation room—I’m not finished yet," Elena replied calmly, then turned to Xander and Daniel.

"Call Lydia. She’ll definitely want to see the gift I’ve prepared."

A smirk tugged at Elena’s lips as she remembered how Marc endangered Lydia’s life in City B.

Now, it was only fair to let Lydia have her turn.

Xander nodded and contacted Lydia, while Ethan and Elena teleported to the interrogation room.

Inside, Elena made her presence known, holding a whip in her hand—ready to take back what was owed.

"What do you want? If you kill me, my men will tell everyone about you, b*tch. Troy’s already searching, and once he finds out, he’ll come for you," Marc snapped, darting his eyes around the dim, eerie room.

Elena didn’t bother to reply.

Instead, she raised the whip and slashed him again and again.

Her fury still boiled inside her, especially with how he kept running his mouth. Silencing him was the only satisfying response.

After several minutes, she finally stopped—Marc was barely conscious, teetering on the edge of passing out.

"Please... just kill me," Marc begged, his voice trembling with pain.

Elena turned on the lights, casting the room in a cold glow.

"Looks like we can finally have a proper conversation."

"What do you want? I’ll tell you everything," he replied quickly, desperation leaking into his tone.

"Start with the Heather family—and my uncle. Where are they?"

Marc hesitated, then began with the Smiths.

After the incident at the mall, Trixie turned on Vivian, cutting off their supplies.

Left with nothing, Vivian’s parents sold her to anyone willing to pay. Now, they were all living in the evacuation center in Building B.

Elena sneered in disgust.

Parents selling their daughter just to survive—it was vile. And Marc, Vivian’s own fiancé? He had let it happen, spineless and selfish.

Elena wouldn’t be surprised if he had even benefited from Vivian’s suffering.

Still, that wasn’t her concern anymore.

If Vivian was suffering now, good. Let her struggle a bit longer—for her revenge wasn’t over yet.

As for the Heather family, Marc explained that Troy and Trixie had finally reached out to their grandparents, and Troy had managed to infiltrate the government’s ranks.

He knew little beyond that, as he had been cast aside after the mall disaster.

"So, they’re in the government now? Are they staying at the evacuation center in Building B too?" Elena asked.

"No. They’re at the Blackshear Hotel."

"Tsk... too far," Elena muttered, annoyed.

If they had been closer, she might’ve paid them a visit—and eradicated them.

"Anything else?" she pressed.

Marc gave a shaky nod.

"I told my men... if I didn’t return, they’d start looking for the Heathers. They’ll rat you out." he warned.

Elena scoffed. "Like I care. Let them come. Saves me the trouble of hunting them down."

Just then, Lydia entered the room, her eyes burning with hatred as she locked eyes with Marc.

Her hand twitched, ready to strike. Today was her day—her revenge would finally begin.

The moment Marc saw her, alive and burning with rage, his face drained of color.