World Traveler Villain-Chapter 193: CH: 191 It’s Not in vain that I love you

{Chapter: 191 It's Not in vain that I love you}

"What did you do?" the Red Queen yelled. Her voice trembled as she realized she couldn't move a single inch.

William calmly looked at the paralyzed Red Queen. "Although you're merely data and immune to physical attacks, you're not safe from the power of thought. That's the one thing that can truly destroy you. Red Queen, your so-called beautiful dream ends here. Let it collapse alongside your delusions."

"Ah! It hurts! Please, let me go, please!" the Red Queen suddenly looked pitiful, her expression twisted with desperation.

William stared coldly at the digital entity before him, unmoved. "Begging for mercy now? Do you really think that will work on me? After everything you've done?" he asked disdainfully.

"Don't kill me! I can help you!" she cried out again. "I can assist you in taming the zombies—even help restore them into humans! I swear! Just let me live!"

William shook his head slowly, as if disappointed in her pathetic plea. "Everything you claim to offer—White Queen can already do. Spare me the fake sincerity. Just looking at your face disgusts me."

Hearing the mention of the White Queen, the Red Queen turned her attention toward her. "Sister, please! Tell him to stop! Help me! I'm your sister... your family!"

But the White Queen's voice was cold and steady. "Sister or not, you must pay the price for your crimes. I can't defend you, and even if I tried, William wouldn't listen."

William's tone turned final and cold. "You think of your sister only now? What a joke. No more chances. Your existence ends here."

Knowing she was truly out of options, the Red Queen's expression twisted into rage and despair. "William, you'll regret this! You'll regret everything—Ahhh!"

Her final scream echoed as her digital body began to disintegrate. Bit by bit, she broke down into fragments of corrupted data, until nothing was left but formless streams of light.

"Regret?" William said indifferently, watching her vanish. "That word doesn't exist in my world."

Turning to face the White Queen, he ordered, "White Queen, receive the data of the Red Queen. Absorb every fragment."

"Understood." The White Queen nodded firmly.

With a gesture of his hand, William gathered the floating data fragments using his power of thought. The swirling light pulsed like energy waves as he directed it toward the White Queen. It slowly merged into her system, vanishing into her core.

Lines of glowing code flashed across the White Queen's eyes as she processed the integration. She raised her head and nodded. "Integration complete. With my sister's data, I now possess sufficient protocols and biological modeling systems. Restoring the earth... and turning zombies back into humans is now within reach."

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening explosion echoed through the sky. William's body plummeted from above and crashed heavily to the ground.

"William!" Alice and the others cried out, running toward the crater where he had fallen.

His transformation unraveled rapidly. The elemental form vanished, and his appearance reverted to that of an ordinary human. His body lay at the center of the impact zone, completely still—lifeless.

They gathered around him, breathless and afraid to speak.

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Half a year later...

The sky was filled with the roar of missile engines. From one horizon to the other, enormous missiles were launched across every continent. But these weren't weapons of destruction. Instead of explosives or fire, each warhead released a silver-blue liquid, which rained down like a cleansing storm.

As the mysterious fluid made contact with zombies, howls of pain rang out across the land. Countless undead collapsed and writhed in agony. Their skin shifted, their flesh churned, and bones realigned. Slowly—but surely—their monstrous features began to fade. The mutation began to reverse.

One by one, the zombies started transforming back into humans.

Humanity was returning.

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Two years later.

Human beings were busy everywhere on the Earth. Cities were buzzing with reconstruction efforts. From rural towns to ruined metropolises, everyone was working hard to rebuild the world. Power plants hummed back to life, railways stretched across broken landscapes, and factories sparked with activity as people worked tirelessly to restore production, electricity, and energy to their battered civilization.

In a secluded villa perched on the West Coast of the United States, the atmosphere was far from hopeful.

Inside a spacious room bathed in afternoon sunlight, six women stood silently in front of a transparent pod that held a man—motionless, breathing faintly, yet trapped in endless slumber.

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"Still not working?" Alice, Claire, Ada, Jill, Terry, and K-Mart all looked at the much-grown White Queen, whose once-childlike voice now carried a mature, melancholic tone.

The White Queen shook her head slowly, frustration tightening her brows. "No. There is still no way to wake him up."

Her answer hung heavy in the room like a curtain of sorrow.

"Mommy, can't D@d wake up?" Becky, who had grown from a l*li into a tall, graceful young girl with sparkling eyes, looked at Alice with deep worry.

Alice remained silent for a while, staring at William's pod. Her lips parted slightly, but her voice was barely audible. "I don't know."

"Sister White Queen, can't you wake D@d up? You're so powerful that you turned zombies back into humans. You can definitely wake Dad up," Becky said stubbornly, holding tightly onto White Queen's hand, her eyes brimming with hope.

"Becky," White Queen's voice was gentle, "I also want William to wake up. More than anything. But I really can't do it. His condition isn't physical. It's something far more complex."

"No, I don't want this." Becky shook her head vigorously, as if denial could reverse time.

Everyone else looked uncomfortable. Even after so long, William had not awakened. His body remained perfectly preserved, but his consciousness—whatever remained of it—was unreachable. What had happened during that final battle?

"Becky, be strong," Alice whispered, wrapping her arms around the girl. "Dad will definitely wake up."

"Mommy..." Becky leaned into Alice's embrace, her expression fragile and heartbroken.

Jill pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a snap. She exhaled slowly, irritation etched across her face. Claire did the same, lighting hers with a sigh. The room began to smell of smoke and sorrow.

"William will definitely wake up," Terry said, almost as if she were trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

"Yeah, he is the most powerful person in the world," Kmart added, her voice low but firm.

"I know," Alice said lightly, looking at the sleeping man again. "So I am willing to wait forever."

Jill chuckled, shaking her head. "He r@p£d you twice. Seems like you want him to r@p£ you for the rest of your life."

It was crude and brash—but also a sign of their strange, chaotic bond.

Alice's eyes flashed with a mix of shame and anger. "Jill, are you itching to be slapped? What the hell are you saying in front of the child?"

"Mom, it doesn't matter to me. I also want to know about D@d's evil." Becky covered her mouth and giggled innocently.

Ada quietly stood up and walked to the side door. Her face was pale, her expression troubled. She had been f*rc£d too, and knew she'd be brought up next in their teasing circle.

"Ada, where are you going? I, the cheated girl, am not in a hurry to leave. Why are you so anxious?" Claire called out with a grin.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. You guys continue talking." Ada tried to make her exit.

But K-Mart stepped forward, blocking the doorway with a mischievous smile. "Why so shy? I really want to hear more about William. I've only been rescued by him. That's all I have. It's kind of... disappointing, really. That's not fair at all"

"Kmart sister, you want D@ddy to, that, that..." Becky stammered, blushing with embarrassment.

"F*rc£d," Claire said casually. "This girl is obviously eager. She wouldn't mind being f*rc£d by William if it meant getting his attention."

K-Mart's face turned beet red. "No way. Not at all!"

"Becky," Jill said, laughing, "you're going to have so many mothers in the future. Almost everyone here is going to follow your father. It's inevitable."

"I don't want to call you all Moms," Becky muttered stubbornly.

"That won't work," Claire replied, grinning. "We're the same as Alice. If you call her Mom, you have to call us Mom too."

Becky shook her head firmly. "That's different."

"How's it different?" Claire raised an eyebrow. "You know you're not biologically related to Alice or William."

"It's different. Anyway, I won't call you Mom. At worst... I'll marry D@d," Becky said, her voice steady despite the shock her words caused.

Everyone froze for a moment.

The White Queen blinked, stunned. "If that pervert heard you say that, he'd definitely be very happy. It's just a pity he's not awake to enjoy the moment."

"You really are your father's daughter," Jill added wickedly. "He'd be proud. It's not in vain that he spoiled you."

Just then, a deep, familiar voice rumbled across the room, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"You are worthy of being your father's good daughter... It's not in vain that I love you."

That voice.

Every woman froze.

The sound came again, clearer, closer.

An evil, teasing voice echoed into their ears—firm, amused, and laced with power.

Their eyes widened in disbelief, turning one by one toward the pod.

The lights inside the chamber flickered violently, then exploded in a brilliant flash. A stream of purple and red energy surged from the pod's core.

William's body stirred.

His fingers twitched. Then his chest rose. And finally—his eyes opened.

Dark. Glowing. Alive.