BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM-Chapter 896: Forgiving is better than hating forever

Many thoughts were swirling inside Erik's mind as he walked. Noah told him that Amber and their friends were currently together, talking.

They had been part of the support teams and saw and did many things.

They were not together to talk about what happened on the battlefield but to stay with Emily. The news of his father's capture did not sit well with the young woman.

Richard's captivity wasn't the only thing the clone told his master. He explained to Erik the situation in detail. The rescue operation had been successful, but it had also been savage.

However, the losses they had suffered weighed heavily on his heart.

Friends and colleagues vanished in the flash of an eye-people with kids, people with dreams and aspirations. Gone, like the fleeting smoke of a dying fire.

However, despite the tragic events and the resulting casualties, his father was successfully rescued from the Blackguards.

The knowledge that their success had come at a high cost dampened Erik's relief.

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Erik couldn't help but wonder if the sacrifice of so many was truly worth it for just one life.

The weight of guilt from the decision burdened his thoughts as he grappled with the consequences of the rescue operation.

<I knew I only had to send the clones...> Erik didn't like the idea of the clones dying for him, but they were clones.

While he said this didn't sit well with him, a part of him still differentiated the clones from people. That made it easier for him to make a choice, to have a preference.

The Blackguards were too powerful-much more than he assumed. Not even his last batch of clones had been enough to defeat them. They were enemies with abilities beyond conception. They looked unstoppable.

<Fuck...>

As Erik reached the door leading to the room where his friends awaited, a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

His footsteps faltered for a moment, his hesitation gripping his heart like a vise.

With a shaky hand, he reached out to grasp the doorknob.

His mind raced with emotions swirling within him like a tempestuous sea, and with a determined exhale, Erik pushed open the door.

The first thing that assailed his senses were Emily's anguished cries.

His heart sank at the sound of people heavily crying. What made it worse was that he knew who was crying.

Stepping into the room, his eyes swept over his friends, taking in the sight of their battered and wounded forms.

Martha sat hunched over in a chair; a gash on her arm made her grimace in discomfort.

Beside her, Amber's brows were furrowed in concern, her hands clasped tightly together as she consoled Emily, who was crying out loud. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Her tear-streaked face was a mask of grief and despair.

A surge of guilt coursed through Erik like a bolt of lightning.

He longed to offer her comfort, to ease the burden of her sorrow, but words failed him in the face of such overwhelming pain, especially considering he was the reason she was in that state.

Everyone except Emily turned to look at him. There wasn't anger in their eyes; they decided to take part in the rescue mission on their own will, like Erik did in the past. Luckily, no one died, but they got close to that fate.

Erik's gaze rested on Emily, whose tear-streaked face turned towards him, eyes pleading.

She ran towards him and threw her arms around him, seeking solace in his embrace. Erik held her tightly.

"Erik, help him. You must help him!" She said between sobs.

"Please save my father."

His throat tightened. He didn't know what to do; he didn't know if it was possible.

However, he still said those words Emily was desperate to hear. Erik was maybe the only chance she had.

"I'll do everything I can."

The room fell silent, the heavy breaths of its occupants the only sound.

Erik stayed inside the room for a while. He asked his friends how things went and how they got injured.

They told him everything. How they got injured and how the situation was.

They recounted the intensity of the battles, their near-death experiences, and their lucky escape.

After an hour, since he had many things to do, Erik turned and walked out, Amber stepping to follow him.

Once outside, in the quieter hallway, Amber reached out, pulling Erik into a tight embrace.

Their lips met in a kiss that sent a thrill through Erik, his stomach fluttering with a mix of nerves and excitement.

He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer and feeling the warmth of her body against his.

This was their first kiss in years, reigniting emotions that had lain dormant amid the chaos of their lives.

Erik's mind momentarily drifted away from the chaos and danger that surrounded them, lost in the softness of her lips and the scent of her hair.

It was a fleeting escape, a precious reminder of what he was fighting for-moments of peace and love amidst a life filled with conflict.

When they parted, they remained close, holding each other in comforting silence.

"Will you really do everything to save him?" Amber asked, her voice laced with worry.

"I will," Erik said. "But I need some time to prepare. If Richard has been captured, he might tell them the location of our base. I have to secure Liberty Watch against a potential attack."

"And after that? What are you going to do?"

Erik knew what she was thinking. "I plan to go alone. Just me and some clones."

"I won't let you go alone, Erik. I'm coming with you."

"Why? Weren't you mad at me?"

"I was... but. I saw it... I saw what you had to endure for years... I... can't blame you anymore."

Erik's expression darkened with concern. "Amber, please. The situation is already too much. If anything happened to you because of my actions, I don't know if I could handle that." "I don't care. I'm coming with you, Erik. You're not facing this alone."