In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 658 The Grand Finale

Meanwhile, in the Southwest District of Abandoned City No. 59, the underground stronghold where the Redemption Road branch is located.

Adele also awoke from her sweet dream and returned to the cold reality she had to face.

Opening his eyes, the last glimmer of light in his pupils quickly faded, replaced by a deathly grayness that belonged to the prisoner.

What came into Adele's view was still the pale white walls all around.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the cold metal floor greedily absorbed her meager body heat through the thin fabric of her nun's habit.

Adele slowly stood up from the ground, her legs numb from sitting for so long. She staggered forward a few steps, her body as light as a falling leaf about to wither.

She reached out her hand, trying to touch the empty air in front of her, as if in doing so, she could grasp a sliver of freedom.

Then, Adele encountered an incredibly hard, transparent barrier.

A cool, smooth touch came from my fingertips, and the barrier rippled slightly in response.

This is a force field cage made of polymer materials. The internal space is less than five square meters, and spacetime within it is completely static, without any flow.

The state of your body when you enter will determine the state of your body inside.

There is no hunger, no need to urinate, and even if there is a wound, the blood will not flow from the wound, but will just congeal there, like a frozen photograph.

Adele looked down at her palm, where there was a faint scratch, an accidental mark left when she tried to pry open the floorboards earlier.

The blood droplet congealed at the edge of the wound, like a dried agate, and no more new blood seeped out.

In this frozen space-time, even pain becomes dull and distant, as if this body no longer belongs to oneself, and what is placed in the cage is merely a carefully preserved specimen.

Only the spirit of the imprisoned will be constantly worn down by endless emptiness until it collapses.

The brooch was still pinned to her chest, but compared to the gem that was set in the brooch when she last entered the dream, the amber light it emitted was much dimmer.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

Adele smiled self-deprecatingly. The gift that the old woman had given her was nothing more than a way to keep her struggling for a little longer in this despair.

In less than three days, the plant spiritual energy within her body will be completely exhausted.

By then, the brooch that could protect you will be completely useless and become a piece of junk.

A strange sensation came from my neck, like tiny electric currents running through my skin.

Adele raised her hand and touched the collar numbered "01" around her neck. It felt cold and hard, a shackle she could not break free from.

It clung tightly to Adele's skin, impossible to remove or damage.

Since wearing the collar, Adele could clearly feel that the plant spirit power in her body could no longer be restored.

Use a little, less and less, and it remains as still as a stagnant pool, not even a ripple can be stirred.

Every second that passes feels like a reminder to Adele that she is a "commodity," not a "living person."

Adele sighed deeply, helplessly withdrawing her hand, trying to calm the despair surging in her chest.

She slid back to the ground, her gaze passing through the transparent barrier to the other cages in the same enormous room.

There were five cages in the large, pale white room, including Adele's.

One was empty, while the remaining four each imprisoned a girl from a different background.

They were the "precious goods" mentioned by the members of Redemption Road, and also the final items that the criminals prepared for the auction three days later.

Inside the cage on the left was a massive, immovable block of ice, standing silently on the metal floor.

Inside the thick block of ice was a little girl who looked only four or five years old. Her hair color was unique, displaying a beautiful gradient from ice blue to snow white.

Through the crystal-clear ice, a small figure huddled inside could be clearly seen, with a trace of fear still lingering on its face.

Her eyes were closed, and tiny ice crystals clung to her eyelashes, like frost flowers on a winter morning.

Her magnificent Lolita dress was now covered in frost, like a beautifully preserved piece of porcelain—beautiful, yet utterly devoid of warmth.

Collar number – “04”.

In the cage on the right, there was no ice, only a thick, churning black swamp.

The swamp seemed to have a life of its own, slowly wriggling, occasionally bubbling up and emitting a nauseating stench of humus.

In the center of the swamp, a girl of no more than eleven or twelve years old was half-submerged. Her ponytail, which had been tied up, had come undone, and her green hair was scattered on the surface of the mud.

The girl's head was tilted back limply, her eyes were white, and only the very faint rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

The mecha pilot's jumpsuit, made by the Empire, was tattered and worn, with only the Z-shaped medal on his chest stubbornly gleaming coldly amidst the filth.

Collar number – “03”.

In the cage directly opposite Adele, a girl about the same age as her sat cross-legged.

The other person was so quiet that they didn't seem like a living person, but more like a sacrificial offering placed in a shrine, with their hands and feet bound by heavy shackles, seemingly to prevent them from escaping.

Her skin appeared sickly pale, with grotesque veins spreading like vines faintly visible.

The girl's unusual heterochromatic eyes, one red and one black, further indicate that she belongs to the undead race.

The terrifying bloodline born from the union of the Destruction Mushroom Spirit and the Zombie Spirit is an absolute taboo that must not be touched.

Adele looked into those heterochromatic eyes and felt an indescribable chill creep into her heart.

The undead girl seemed to sense Adele's gaze, and her eyes slowly turned to the latter.

Just being stared at for a few minutes made Adele feel as if her soul had been plunged into an ice cellar.

Those heterochromatic eyes had no warmth whatsoever that belonged to a living person; their scarlet red was like a dried-up well of blood, and their pitch black was like a hollow that devoured light.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Collar number – “05”.

Just as Adele shakily withdrew her gaze, the pale white room was suddenly pushed open.

Then, a hunched and aged woman in a black robe dragged in a girl covered in blood.

The woman's face was covered in wrinkles, and her eyes were cloudy yet exuded a nauseating malice.

The wolf ears on the girl's head drooped limply, covered with old and new scars.

That once powerful wolf tail now drags limply on the ground, covered in mud.

Even its silvery-white, smooth fur, as white as moonlight, was covered in strands of dark red blood and dust.

When the woman roughly threw the girl into the cage, she still struggled with her battered body, gritted her teeth, and forced herself to kneel on one knee, refusing to fall.

The defiant girl raised her head, revealing a pair of bloodshot, dark purple beast eyes, staring intently at her opponent with sharp, dagger-like eyes.

She grinned, revealing sharp, bloodstained fangs, and a low, wild roar rolled from her throat.

Collar number – “02”.