Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 123 Grade B Plants

"That’s not true!" Felicia yelled.

"Yes, it is!" Vera replied, matching her energy. "You are just afraid you will lose face before her... I mean you already did when she punched you right in the face and broke your nose."

Felicia shot to her feet, her face flushed red and her eyes wild from hunger, humiliation, and four days of suffocating confinement. "Say that again!" she screamed.

Vera pushed herself up as well, brushing the dust from her clothes as though that alone could restore her dignity. "You heard me."

Felicia lunged at her, her fingers locking into Vera’s hair, and Vera shrieked as she also interlocked her fingers into Felicia’s hair, tugging it as hard as she could. Both of them tumbled onto the hard floor, pulling each other’s hair, while the small detention room echoed with their grunts and screams.

"You think you’re better than me?!" Felicia hissed as she tried to pin Vera’s wrists down.

"At least I don’t hide behind others and call it loyalty!" Vera spat back, twisting sharply and managing to yank a handful of Felicia’s hair.

They rolled across the floor and knocked into the metal tray that once carried their bland meals, sending it clattering loudly against the wall. Felicia managed to straddle Vera and raised her hand to slap her, but before it could land, the metal door creaked open.

Both women froze mid-motion.

A soldier stood at the entrance with a bored expression, as though he had walked in on children fighting over candy.

"You two are free to leave."

Silence filled the room as his words hovered in the air.

"What?" Vera asked breathlessly, her eyes widening in surprise.

"You’ve served your confinement. You’re free to go."

Felicia scrambled off Vera immediately and smoothed her messy hair while Vera sat up slowly, disbelief washing over her face.

"Just like that?" Felicia muttered.

The soldier shrugged. "Orders."

Neither of them waited for further explanation as they rushed past him and hurried into the corridor, almost tripping over themselves in their haste. The fresh air never felt so precious, it was clean, and the most important of all... it smelled like freedom.

"We need to find Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Wayne," Vera said urgently, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and desperation.

Felicia nodded quickly. "If we can just explain everything, they’ll fix this and get that silly Laurel to kneel before us and apologize for her actions."

They hurried through the outer district, ignoring the stares from workers and guards because word traveled fast in the fortress and everyone already knew who had been locked up... and not just that, the women were walking around with a bird nest on their heads. When they reached the inner wall checkpoint, two armed soldiers crossed their spears to block the entrance.

"Halt."

Vera forced a polite smile. "We’re here to see Grandpa Wayne and Grandma Wayne."

"Residents of the outer wall are not permitted beyond this point."

Felicia stiffened. "We are family." Her gaze turned into an accusing one, as if silently saying ’How dare you stop us!’.

"Do you have an approval letter?"

The question hit like a slap.

"Approval letter?" Vera repeated.

"Yes. Written authorization stamped by the Commander or the inner council."

Felicia’s voice rose sharply as she said, "We shouldn’t need permission to see our own grandparents."

The soldier’s gaze remained unmoved as he replied, "Regulations are clear. No entry without authorization."

Vera’s lips parted but no words came out, and Felicia stared at her in stunned silence. They stared at each other, both finally understanding what had happened. An invisible line had been drawn, one they had not realized existed until now. They were no longer insiders. They were outer wall residents... discarded.

"I think you are not understanding the fact that we are Waynes, you are only here today because of us. Check the damn list, we should be registered as residents in the inner wall." Vera finally found her voice.

"I’m afraid neither of you is on the list. Please head back to your district G." The soldier said with an emotionless tone.

"No way, let me in right now!" Vera stepped forward, struggling to pass through the entrance gate. But the soldier blocked her.

Felicia joined her, desperate to get inside and demand answers to this unreasonable decision.

Far away from the chaos, Laurel stepped into her space house, and the door sealed softly behind her as the quiet interior wrapped around her.

There was no trace of Luo or Ling Xuan, without bothering to find them she headed straight to the purple door and entered the cultivation room where the five Grade B premium plants she had planted had grown in neat rows in a section of the vast field.

Saffron stood tall with green tiny straight leaves and buds yet to unfurl, Vanilla pods shimmered faintly beneath the light of the sky, Da Hong Pao tea leaves swayed gently despite the still air, the Almond tree was still very young and green, but already spreading its branches, and the cocoa tree grew tall with not too heavy leaves like the almond tree. The space looks cozy with the plants as if it were forming a mini forest.

For a brief moment she wondered how they had been watered and maintained while she was unconscious for days, since the soil was perfectly moist and the leaves showed no sign of neglect, but she brushed the thought aside and assumed the space might have preserved them on its own.

Stepping closer to the Vanilla pod, its evergreen vines are already 5m in length. She walked past it heading towards the section that held the saffron.

She wondered why she picked a spice that was difficult to harvest. Curious about her powers, she raised her hand and channeled her healing power, and soft light flowed from her palm into the plant. It responded instantly, the stems grew taller, the leaves unfurled completely, and the buds bloomed into purple lilac flowers in seconds until the red thread formed and matured before her eyes.

But before she could marvel at her work, a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through her head, forcing her to stagger back as her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, and she pressed a hand to her chest to steady herself.

"The backlash remains the same," she murmured under her breath.

Suppressing the discomfort, she turned to head toward the hall to rest, but the moment she turned around she saw Ling Xuan standing there silently, watching her with an unreadable gaze.