Free Web NovelChapter 46: Chapter 46 Please be okay.
{The next after that is holding weight with your arms extended and d it trains staying steady under strain and fighting the urge to drop everything.}
{Next is the Static Plank. It trains full-body tension control and enduring discomfort everywhere at once.} freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
{Doing all this will also increase your endurance level.}
{The reason for this training is because you might be injured but unable to stop. You might need to stay silent while in pain.}
{Movement isn’t always survival. Stillness is.}
{Do you understand, Host?}
{Your body will beg you to stop. Your survival depends on ignoring it.}
"Oh... I see. I understand," Ivy replied with a faint but steady smile. "Let me rest for thirty minutes, then I’ll continue. And once I’m done with these today... the remaining training will be tomorrow."
{No problem, Host. You are granted thirty minutes to rest.}
With that, Ivy reached for her phone, which lay on the chair beside her.
Ever since she dropped that comment under the girl’s Scarlett post, her mind had lingered on it, restless and curious to see if there had been any response.
The moment Ivy unlocked her phone, her eyes widened slightly.
The comment she had left for Scarlett now had over a million likes and countless replies beneath it.
Her advice had spread farther than she ever imagined.
"Thank you so much for the tips. You’re a lifesaver!"
"You’re right about those motherfucking monsters not being active at night!"
"Please keep dropping advice on how to survive!"
Ivy’s gaze moved slowly across the flood of comments, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.
She hadn’t expected this.
Not at all.
But... it is what it is.
Almost immediately, she checked the girl’s profile to see if there was a new post. There wasn’t.
Just as she was about to lock her phone, her eyes caught something....
The girl had dropped a video.
It was actually a Livestream where thousands of people have already joined.
"My stepfather actually sent me and my little brother out to get food," Scarlett said in the new video she just posted, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. She sat on a worn-out chair in a dimly lit room, her shoulders shaking. "My brother is only eight years old... and he’s already been forced to face death at such a young age."
She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
"I really wish I could just run away... run far away with him. Just the two of us." Her voice cracked painfully. "But my mom... she’s been held captive by that madman. I regret it so much. I regret allowing her to marry again. If only I could turn back time... I would never have introduced her to that man."
Scarlett broke down again, her sobs echoing softly through the video.
"And now..." she continued, forcing the words out between shaky breaths, "he’s telling us to go out again. We just got back! He said it’s better to gather more supplies before other people take everything. He wants us to bring enough food to last a whole year instead of just a month."
Her voice grew weaker.
"He doesn’t care how many times we have to go out there... he doesn’t care what happens to us. My brother is even injured, and he still doesn’t care if he’s in pain or not."
"What?!" Ivy exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. Anger quickly followed, burning in her chest. "Does he want to kill them? What kind of father is that?!"
She clenched her jaw immediately after.
"Well... he’s not even their real father," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with bitterness. Even my own children have a father, yet he treats them no better than this man treats Scarlett and her brother.
Her thoughts darkened.
Blood or not... some men don’t deserve to be called fathers.
"Scarlett!"
A harsh masculine voice suddenly roared from the other end.
Scarlett gasped, panic flashing across her face. The phone slipped from her hand and hit the ground with a dull thud.
The video didn’t disconnect, but the screen went dark, showing nothing but shadows as though the phone had landed face-down.
Only muffled sounds... a faint scuffle... and then silence.
"That must be that useless stepfather!" Ivy muttered, her heart racing. Fear and anger twisted together inside her chest. What is he going to do to her now?
Ding!
The system notification echoed in the room.
{Thirty minutes rest is over, Host.}
Ivy froze for a second, her fists tightening.
"Oh... right." She exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. "Training..."
She cast one last worried glance at her phone before placing it aside.
I hope she’s okay... please be okay, Ivy thought, her chest heavy with unease.
