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They Carved out my gift and left me to rot in a broken wheelchair 1

They Carved out my gift and left me to rot in a broken wheelchair 1

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by my questioning as I bared my chest scar, my mother. Eleanor Vance, standing in the chemical 

didn’t show even a flicker of guilt. 

r a second, then suddenly began to wail loudly, slapping the foul-smelling muddy water with her hands, her 

ming sharper and more ear-piercing than before: 

can you be so selfish? Digging out your core back then was a unanimous decision by the sector high 

rade 

e chosen one of Destiny; only she can lead humanity toward tomorrow!” 

crificed a little bit, but your sister is putting her life on the line at the front right now!” 

ents 

I laughed in spite of my rage, my laughter sounding particularly ghastly in that dark factory. 

my own legs, severely withered due to nerve death: 

I cripple 

ras fried 

as carved open, my kinetic neural circuits destroyed, and my spine broken!” 

me like a dog into this decontamination unit on the farthest fringe, without even a hazmat suit, to soak my 

ong alkali every day washing bloodied clothes for others! You call this sacrificing a little bit?!” 

the hand life dealt you!” 

jue to 

ce, my well-dressed father who had been standing in the back, finally lost his patience. 

rward, grabbed Eleanor’s arm to pull her up, and then pointed at my nose from a superior height, shouting 

in my 

ant to 

ece of trash who can’t even stand. Being able to live and breathe the sector’s air is already a merc 

y!” 

t horde is besieging the city, the shield is broken, and only your former Class-S kinetic residue can g 

s had 

go who will? Do you want millions of people in the sector to be buried with you?!” 

/biological father. 

ago, it was he who personally held down my limbs and had someone inject me with a triple dose of 

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asting your breath on her, we’re out of time. 

eating male voice rang out 

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Confronted by my questioning as I bared my chest scar, my mother, Eleanor Vance, standing in the chemical 

wastewater, didn’t show even a flicker of guilt. 

She froze for a second, then suddenly began to wail loudly, slapping the foul-smelling muddy water with her hands, her 

shrieks becoming sharper and more ear-piercing than before: 

“Celine! How can you be so selfish? Digging out your core back then was a unanimous decision by the sector high 

command!” 

“Serene is the chosen one of Destiny: only she can lead humanity toward tomorrow!” 

“You only sacrificed a little bit, but your sister is putting her life on the line at the front right now!” 

“A little bit?” I laughed in spite of my rage, my laughter sounding particularly ghastly in that dark factory. 

I pointed at my own legs, severely withered due to nerve death: 

“My chest was carved open, my kinetic neural circuits destroyed, and my spine broken!” 

“You threw me like a dog into this decontamination unit on the farthest fringe, without even a hazmat suit, to soak my 

hands in strong alkali every day washing bloodied clothes for others! You call this sacrificing a little bit?!” 

“That’s just the hand life dealt you!” 

Arthur Vance, my well-dressed father who had been standing in the back, finally lost his patience. 

He strode forward, grabbed Eleanor’s arm to pull her up, and then pointed at my nose from a superior height, shouting 

abuse: 

“You’re a piece of trash who can’t even stand. Being able to live and breathe the sector’s air is already a mercy from the 

Vance family!” 

“The mutant horde is besieging the city, the shield is broken, and only your former Class-S kinetic residue can guid 

repairs!” 

“If you don’t go, who will? Do you want millions of people in the sector to be buried with you?!” 

This was my biological father. 

Eight years ago, it was he who personally held down my limbs and had someone inject me with a triple dose of 

anesthetic 

‘Dad, stop wasting your breath on her, we’re out of time” 

A deep but nauseating male voice rang out 

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My ex-husband, Caleb Thorne, wearing a pair of spotless, high-end custom leather boots, disgustedly avoided the sewage 

on the ground as he walked to my wheelchair. 

He today wore an extremely expensive anti-radiation trench coat, and on his wrist was the Class-S kinetic bracelet 

Serene had given him-made from the scraps of my core! 

“Celine, don’t do this the hard way.” 

Caieb looked at me coldly, his eyes like he was looking at a pile of non-recyclable trash, “Serene is trapped on the 

outskirts of the central district. If the shield repair is delayed because of you and Serene loses even a single hair. I 

guarantee you will die ten thousand times more miserably than you are now.” 

I looked at this face that was once so familiar but now only made me feel nauseous, my stomach churning. 

“Caleb Thorne, eight years ago when you took advantage of my unconsciousness and personally sliced open my chest 

with a scalpel, did your hand ever shake?” I stared at him coldly. 

Caleb’s expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained that arrogant, cold face: “That is what you owed Serene! A cannon fodder like you being able to serve as a stepping stone for Serene’s path to godhood is the luck of three lifetimes!” 

“The luck of three lifetimes indeed.” I suppressed all expression, my entire being radiating a bone-chilling dead silence. 

I pulled my thin, tattered washing uniform tight again, gripped the armrests of my wheelchair, and said word by word: 

“Today, not even God himself could make me move. You want me as a meat shield for Serene? Go to hell!” 

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They Carved out my gift and left me to rot in a broken wheelchair

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