Interstellar: Return of the Villain
Chapter 155: Last Chance

Chapter 155: Last Chance

Ansel fixed his gaze on Erin, saying, "Don’t ever bring this up again."

Erin felt the weight of his strictness, especially regarding the taboo of the Soul Spike. She fell silent, a mix of frustration and hurt bubbling inside her.

It was strange—five Soul Spikes, and somehow, Lyra not only survived but seemed to gain powers at lightning speed.

Ansel sighed, "I have my own plans for this. Just focus on your own health."

As he shut the door, Erin caught the complex look in his eyes as he stared at the screen.

A strange sensation washed over her.

Heading downstairs, she collided with Kail, who was on his way out. Ever since Lyra’s run-in with the Shedd family, he’d been searching for her, desperate to reconnect.

Erin’s anger toward Lyra spilled over onto her brother. "This family raised you for over twenty years and still couldn’t control you—just like your sister, a total ingrate!"

"Who’s the ingrate here?" Kail shot back, exhaustion darkening his eyes as he took in her lavish appearance. "You’re all a bunch of vampires!"

He’d just discovered the massive inheritance their mother had left behind, which the Shedd family had hoarded, while Lyra had been missing for years. Each thought of it sent a wave of self-loathing through him.

Erin didn’t flinch; instead, she smirked. "So what? You’re the one who handed everything over to Grandpa. Just thinking about that pathetic sister of yours starving out there makes me happy—who knows, maybe she’s been sold off to Voidstar to some whore house and..." She leaned in, whispering words that sent Kail’s face blazing with rage.

He shoved her hard, and in retaliation, Erin unleashed a spray of icy mist that left his skin bruised and purple.

As he conjured a ball of lightning, Greg, the butler, caught his hand. "Mr. Kail, now’s not the time to anger Mr. Shedd."

Kail remembered how the butler always sided with Erin during their previous fights, only adding fuel to his anger. He retaliated by hurling the lightning ball at Greg instead.

"Hmph!" With that, he stormed out, glancing back at the deceptively simple yet opulent villa. He slammed his fist against the wall, leaving a deep crack, and then he striding away, loathing himself and the Shedd family for their deceit.

When Lyra heard that Kail was looking for her, she felt no surprise. "Let him in."

Kail walked in, battered and disheveled, into the business empire Lyra had built.

The twelve years apart felt like a chasm. The sister who once trained fiercely in the fighting room now sat coldly in a CEO’s chair, scrutinizing him.

With tears in his eyes, he finally managed to say, "I was wrong."

But for Lyra, his emotion meant little. "Same question: Will you leave with me and help me take down the Shedd family?"

Kail quickly wiped his tears. "No, I want to stay with them."

Then he gritted his teeth, and continued, "I have to destroy them from the inside. I want to see the whole family crumble apart, and I’ll reclaim everything they took from me, from us!"

Determination flared in his eyes. He knew the Shedd family’s vulnerabilities well; if he climbed the military ranks, the Shedd family would soon be his to conquer.

Lyra hadn’t expected her brother to think that way. "Those are just remnants left by the dead. You don’t need to waste your energy trying to retrieve them."

Kail couldn’t accept this perspective at all. "That’s our mother’s legacy! I won’t stand for it!" He stepped up to her desk, frustration boiling over. "And aren’t you trying to get everything back too? You want to clear our parents’ names! Do you really not miss Mom and Dad at all?

But her next words confirmed his worst fears. "I only want to slap Ansel in the face."

To Lyra, the deceased didn’t matter; revenge came first. Yet, seeing the determination in Kail’s eyes, she sighed. "If you want to go after them, be my guest."

Though her reaction was not what he had imagined, Kail felt a renewed fire in his heart. He grasped her hand tightly. "Sis, wait for me!"

And with that, he dashed out, filled with purpose.

Lyra sat there for a moment, then suddenly scoffed.

Just then, Morrison stepped in. "Boss, we’ve only found one level-eight Peculiar willing to take the job."

The Alliance was vast, divided among various military factions, and no family had the power to control everything. If their enemies got wind of their movements, it could lead to endless retaliation.

If Lyra were a Shedd family member, she certainly wouldn’t let an enemy slip away.

Many high-level Peculiars were reluctant to accept the job once they learned it was to protect Lyra; and some had already committed to the Shedd family.

"Even if we find someone, many are hiking up their prices," Morrison continued. The fees were high, so he needed to report back to Lyra.

As for a level-nine Peculiars, money wouldn’t even sway them; Lyra and Morrison simply couldn’t afford the cost no matter how.

"Do your best to arrange it."

That day, three Lev vehicles departed from the new store, shadowed by their protectors, who split into three groups.

The new store and the spaceport were quite far apart, but the best ambush point was outside the spaceport, where fewer residents lived and the buildings were low and sparse, leaving no room for escape.

As the three Lev vehicles entered that area, they were suddenly ambushed.

The nearby innkeeper, witnessing the attack, hurried to close his doors and call the police.

"What’s with all the unrest lately? It’s like we’re in a f*ck war!" He rushed to the back, preparing to close the windows.

His gaze caught movement at the sewer grate in the alley outside.

With a loud clang, a slender girl jumped out.

Seeing the familiar face that had been circulating online, the innkeeper’s eyes widened in shock. "You’re... Lyra..."

Lyra placed a finger over her lips, signaling for silence.

The innkeeper quickly nodded, watching as she moved to the alley’s edge to assess the situation outside.

Realizing the chaos was aimed at her, he whispered, "Where are you headed? I can help you."

Lyra turned back, surprised by his offer and suspicious of his intentions.

"Your team’s Aesculapius’ Grace saved my daughter..." The innkeeper rubbed his hands together, starstruck.

But this didn’t explain his involvement in the conflict over the level-eight Peculiar, and Lyra found it hard to understand. "I don’t need any help."

With that, she sped down the narrow alley. She had done her best to minimize the danger, but before long, a rumble of thunder echoed above.

Her pupils dilated in alarm as she quickly activated her Schedar, ready for whatever was coming next.