Zombie Queen transmigration into a book
Chapter 58: This list holds your crimes

Chapter 58: This list holds your crimes

An emergency letter was sent to all administrators of Oasis City, requesting an emergency meeting. As time passed buses of different shapes began to appear in front of the scientist building. A guard directed them to the meeting room using the lift to the 28th floor.

Men and women gathered around a table, their questions hidden behind calm exteriors.

After some minutes, they were completed, the door was closed, and the one who called for the meeting stood up and walked to the centre.

They all focused on him and he began, ’’I called this meeting to inform you of our huge discovery that could change our course of history.’’ His words kept them in suspense; they fully focused on him to continue, but he took his time to bring out the rear plants from his space bag.

’’Dean, spill. I don’t have time to waste.’’ A blue-haired man spoke impatiently. Black circles were visible under his eyes; for the past few days, he hadn’t slept past an hour, so he was very irritable. The others nodded, and whispers of dissatisfaction spread through the room.

Dean ignored them and brought out the plants careful not to wrinkle them. Some noticed his actions and stared closely at the plants assuming it was because of this that they were all called here.

Their Interest waned, assuming it was another dungeon plant—until Dean’s next words sent their hearts racing.

Dean explained everything in detail. The room fell silent, his voice echoing like a hammer in their ears.

Their faces held different expressions ranging from: excitement, disbelief, and fear.

’’Do you have evidence—’’ Dean interrupted the man’s question with his response. ’’I came back from seeing the eggs before I called for this meeting.’’ His words made those in disbelieve accepted with a shocked heart.

’’Isn’t it dangerous to let such creatures roam free?’’ The man’s tone held fear, and words supporting him began to speak out—spewing such outrageous, paranoid words.

’’We should detain them now!’’

’’We haven’t found solutions to the blackout and now a beast!’’

’’don’t think it’s a breakthrough to challenge the surface. We should reduce the population and save ourselves enough air supply.’’

’’Detain those dungeon raiders and those eggs before they hatch!’’

Their words chilled others causing a round of arguments; their face flushed as they shouted above the other, each raising their points.

’’How could you think this way, this is allowing humans to get back to the surface!’’ One man argued which was countered by a woman. ’’Have you forgotten the poison written in the records? It’s just an unrealistic assumption on your part.’’

’’Who is to say the poison remains, it’s been 500 years since then. We have no visuals of the surface and we’re totally in the dark.’’ The blue-haired man raised a valid point which shut them up for a minute before another person refuted his words.

’’And it can also be corroded by poison and run over by behemoths which would be uninhabitable for humans.’’

’’We know....’’

Dean watched the heated arguments before turning to the calm, silent administrators’ leader, awaiting her response.

’’Bang!’’

The loud bang startled everyone. They turned to see a dent in the iron table—the culprit was holding a steel stick in her hands, and they shuddered, instantly falling silent.

’’I wasn’t around for the last meeting but my second had put me up to speed on what you discussed.’’ The woman spoke calmly, but no one dared to breathe loudly in her presence.

Her green hair fell loosely on her back, her green eyes scanning through them, the people her gaze brushed past tensed before breathing out in relief.

She was the infamous Grace Quinn—a duo power user of strength and energy manipulation.

A dungeon hunter which was a whole level above a dungeon conqueror. But they didn’t fear her because of her powers—she’s a psychopath, plain and simple.

She was a person who patiently bided her time for years, watching her enemies and even befriending them, only to erase them from the face of the earth. Huntress—a nickname feared by many.

’’Step to the right if you want the population to be reduced. To the left, if you want us to challenge the surface.’’ Her tone was flat as she leaned back into her seat.

They stared at her, hoping to glean anything from her expression, but found nothing. Dean saw their indecisive expression, the strength they used in arguing was nowhere to be found. He snorted and walked to the left, as if on cue, everyone stood as well.

The majority of administrators walked to the left, and only a few people moved to the right. Grace sat up, noticing everyone had made their choice. She turned to the right, seeing twenty administrators, her gaze turned cold.

Her second, the old man glanced at them and sighed with disappointment before shutting his eyes so as not to witness the next gruesome scene.

Grace pulled a list from her space bag, densely written with names and detailing crimes uncovered by her team.

’’If I call your names, come forward.’’ For some reason, some people had a bad feeling about her words.

The room grew tense, sweat coating their faces, though others felt Grace was speaking more than usual. They were used to her brief instructions before the meeting closed.

’’Fred Cord, Colton grey....’’ She listed names, and those people’s faces paled visibly, making the other feel something was going on.

And fifteen out of the twenty people on the right were called out. The remaining eight people were called out from the left.

A man from the group called out, uttered bravely. ’’Madam Grace, you are straying from the reason we are all gathered here. We are—’’

’’Bang!’’

The man twitched as blood spurted from his shattered skull. Their hearts chilled—they were unable to follow her swift attack only seeing the aftermath. With her steel bat dripping with blood she threw out the list on the table.

’’This list holds your crimes: selling air to the aristocratic family, laying plans to wipe out the people from downtown areas.’’

Grace read out their crimes to the stunned crowd. One woman picked up the list, her face turned ugly as she read. Another snatched it from her, his expression darkening with every word.

As the list made its way around the room, no one dared to challenge her for her brutal killing.

They knew about the illegal air trade but hadn’t realized the extent. If left unchecked, the Breath Forge would lose air within three years.