Looking at his twisted, deformed right hand, Sarah Bolton was surprised that he couldn't feel any pain. His brain was still operating, telling him, "You can roughly manipulate all gravity within your range, and you can also delicately apply multi-dimensional gravity fields to specific objects... What I don't understand is, with such power, why do you choose to be someone's dog?"

"Your way of speaking is starting to get annoying." William Parker snapped his fingers. Gravity was applied segment by segment, spreading from his wrist, increasing by five centimeters at a time. Twenty times atmospheric gravity pressed his arm into the ground, crushing the bones into fragments.

"Ah!!!" Sarah Bolton screamed uncontrollably, beads of sweat the size of beans covering his forehead. He desperately wanted to stand up, but his arm felt as if it were clamped by a tiger, unable to move.

"Weren't you planning to fight against the world? This is my world. In front of the strong, all else are ants. It's not that I want to be someone's dog, but that I know how truly terrifying the world is." William Parker half-squatted in front of Sarah Bolton, just to see his expression of pain more clearly.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were saying something. William Parker leaned in a little closer.

"I said... you're too close, idiot." Without any warning, Sarah Bolton suddenly grabbed the respirator on William Parker's face and yanked it off forcefully.

"Ugh!" William Parker clutched his throat in agony, as if he'd been thrown into space. The turbid air entering his lungs felt like thousands of blades slicing through his insides.

His world was instantly undone, the restraints of gravity vanished, and even the swirling dust quickly dispersed.

Chapter 14: Parting in Life? Farewell in Death

"Have you ever experienced despair?" Sarah Bolton stood up trembling. The lower part of his right forearm had already become an indescribable blur. But it didn't matter—Sarah Bolton still had another hand.

He picked up a hollow steel pipe from the ground nearby and limped over to William Parker.

"Wait..." William Parker struggled to move backward in the air beneath the black clouds, like a fish thrown onto the shore.

"No time to wait, I'm in a hurry!" Sarah Bolton brought the pipe down hard on William Parker's head, blood streaming down his handsome face.

A strongman? A demigod? A corporate power-holder?

Sarah Bolton showed no mercy, smashing down blow after blow, beating William Parker until he was scrambling and crawling like a drowned rat, utterly unable to fight back.

If the warriors of the Overlord Guard Corps saw this, they'd be stunned! William Parker, such a hero, second to only a few and above millions, even Henry Clark regarded him as a figure to be reckoned with. Yet in front of Sarah Bolton, he was beaten into fleeing with his head in his hands.

"Stop! Stop! Please, stop!" William Parker begged, trembling.

"Alright, I'll stop." Sarah Bolton paused.

"You..." William Parker just started to speak.

"Just kidding!"

Sarah Bolton swept the steel pipe sideways, smashing William Parker's face into a twisted mess, knocking him to the ground, his life or death uncertain. Dropping the pipe, Sarah Bolton rushed back to the supercar, unfastened Grace Miller's seatbelt, and rescued her.

"Ugh!" Grace Miller clung tightly to Sarah Bolton's neck, shivering in fear.

"It's okay now, we'll be able to leave soon." Sarah Bolton held Grace Miller with one arm, leading her toward the railway gate out of the city. It was only about 200 meters—once they got out, they'd survive.

"Ugh..."

As they walked, Grace Miller kept staring at Sarah Bolton's missing right forearm, the blood dripping all the way, blurring her eyes with tears. She seemed to feel Sarah Bolton's pain, her heart aching for him.

"It's just one hand, don't worry about it. Nowadays, you can dig a mechanical prosthetic out of any trash can. As long as your heart's still beating, you won't die. Not dying is good enough." A faint smile appeared on Sarah Bolton's pale face.

But just then, a blinding light shone from the pitch-black tunnel in the city wall ahead. A fortress train slowly rolled in, the Overlord's logo on the front sneering with mockery.

In the sky, warplanes hovered in circles. On the ground, thousands of black-armored soldiers charged in from all directions. Every old building around was lined with sniper rifles, and the red laser sights painted Sarah Bolton like a man in a red vest.

"As expected... the chance of escape was still too low." Sarah Bolton sighed and stopped moving. He had started this game; if he lost, he'd accept it. If he died, he wasn't afraid.

Turning around, Sarah Bolton grabbed Grace Miller's shoulders in front of everyone. "Grace Miller, listen carefully. I'll only say this once, so you must remember: do not resist them. No matter what they want to do, you must obey. Don't hate anyone for my sake, and don't think about revenge. Survive—only by surviving are there more possibilities."

"Ugh!" Grace Miller cried out, unwilling to let go of Sarah Bolton's hand. She spread her arms in anger, standing in front of Sarah Bolton, hoping to protect the one she cared about with her own body.

"Silly girl... They won't let me live, just like they won't let you die. Don't resist, even if you have to watch me die—just obey. My life isn't worth much. Under these black clouds, no one's life is worth much." Sarah Bolton sighed, slipping out from behind Grace Miller's protective stance, facing the mass of soldiers.