“It’s not that. I just wanted to tell you, the demigods fused with the dust of the Divine Stone, and the girl by your side is actually the last fragment separated from the heart core after the Divine Stone’s great explosion.” Everything William Parker said was of the highest confidentiality, only accessible to board-level members.

“Heart core fragment?” Sarah Bolton turned to look at Grace Miller. “Do you take me for an idiot? She’s alive!”

“We were just as surprised as you, which is why we need to retrieve her for research. If you package her up and send her back now, you’ll have endless wealth.” William Parker began to offer a condition that was simply impossible to refuse.

On the other end of the headset, Sarah Bolton fell silent, as if seriously weighing the pros and cons.

At that moment, the time reached the five-minute limit!

When Sarah Bolton’s coordinates appeared on the screen, without any warning, a standby military drone in the sky locked onto the location, and a slender laser pierced through three buildings, blasting a fist-sized hole at the target spot.

Members of the Overlord Guard, waiting nearby, rushed over. In the smoking back alley, they found the target that had been hit. It was a long-forgotten public phone booth, with the headset left on the connected channel, and even the electronic screen had been blasted through.

The William Parker from earlier had actually just been making a phone call...

“Tch, what a cunning fox.” William Parker finally showed a displeased face.

“You even swore on your mom to make things difficult, but you didn’t catch our prey.” Hammer watched like it was a joke.

“I’m a body grown from DNA, I never had parents, so what do I care? It’s just a pity that now that kid is even harder to catch.” William Parker tossed aside the communicator and walked toward a nearby hovercraft.

“Finally going to do it yourself? You rarely get this enthusiastic, huh?” Hammer sneered, following along.

“He’s different. He deserves to die by my hand.” William Parker shoved both hands in his pockets and got into the vehicle, all of which was seen by Sarah Bolton from the window of a third-floor building across the street.

After all that circling, who would have thought he was actually hiding in a love hotel just 50 meters from the command center? As the search area expanded, ironically, the closer to the core, the safer it was—a conclusion drawn from statistical analysis.

“The demigods’ forces are all mobilized. Looks like he was telling the truth.” Sarah Bolton gently let down the curtain he’d lifted, and when he turned back, Grace Miller was sitting on the jiggling jelly-like round bed, playing with a double-ended indescribable object.

“No, no, no! That’s not something for kids to play with!” Sarah Bolton hurriedly snatched it away and tossed it aside in disgust.

“Wuh?” Grace Miller didn’t care.

“Listen, from now on we have to separate for a while. You must follow my instructions exactly. I won’t abandon you, not ever. No matter where you are, I’ll find you and take you away from here. Do you understand me?” Sarah Bolton put his arm around Grace Miller’s shoulders and spoke seriously.

“Woo woo woo!” Grace Miller just laughed happily.

Sarah Bolton’s great escape plan had officially begun!

Chapter 9: The Clever One and Jeanne d’Arc

Statistics, also known as social arithmetic, is a comprehensive science that uses methods such as searching, organizing, analyzing, and describing data to infer the essence of the subject being measured, and even predict its future.

As for Sarah Bolton, after 15 years of research and calculation, he developed a unique computational method, adding spatial dimensions and the uncertainty of human choices as variables in his calculations.

This method could crash an ordinary computer, drive mathematicians to hang themselves, and turn geniuses into madmen.

But Sarah Bolton could calmly analyze massive amounts of data and arrive at the most accurate answers. And now, this extraordinary talent was being used—for escape!

Curfew had arrived. The streets were dead silent, not even a stray dog in sight. Under the black clouds, day and night were indistinguishable. The once-bustling streetlights were dim due to insufficient power. Grace Miller, wearing a loose shirt and suspender denim shorts, strolled down the street.

Unexpectedly, the one who had sworn to always protect her, Sarah Bolton, was not by her side.

Almost at the same time, the patrol drones in the sky, ground surveillance sensors, and patrolling Overlord Guard soldiers all detected her presence.

The news instantly reached William Parker’s ears, but seeing Grace Miller alone on the surveillance feed, William Parker wasn’t as pleased as expected—instead, he looked puzzled.

“Target spotted. All units converge on Area A3. Remember, the target is porcelain—do not harm her in the slightest.” Hammer ordered in a deep voice over the communicator.

“This doesn’t make sense.” Under the heavy respirator, William Parker frowned. “Why isn’t that kid with her?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He chickened out because he was scared. People under the black clouds have no dignity or trust—deceit, betrayal, selling each other out. To survive, they’d even give up their own mother.” Hammer scoffed.

“Scared? He’s not the type to be scared. He’s never known fear, not even when facing the world as his enemy. What he’s thinking about... is only how to kill everyone in the world.” William Parker said seriously.