Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 125 Family Dinner (1)

The armour had already lost its shine, Laurel wondered if it was worth the seasonings.

Ling Xuan stepped forward grabbing the armour, she stared at it for a moment, her fingers brushing the hard breastplate. She could strangely feel the overwhelming aura from the armour, and the moment her fingers touched it, it trembled.

Ling Xuan frowned, then black energy oozed from the armour, wrapping around her fingers. And she felt the strong murderous aura of the armour. For the first time, she felt her heart racing in her chest from both excitement and fear.

"Should we melt the iron and see what we can get from..."

"No." Ling Xuan cut Laurel off immediately, her eyes darkening at her for even thinking of such a thing.

"Take it easy, it’s not like my suggestion is a bad one. At least if we want an armour, we should get one that is cool." Laurel said, shrugging her shoulders. She couldn’t feel anything from the armour that made it feel special to Ling Xuan.

Meanwhile, inside Ling Xuan’s head, she had been pondering how to get the armour fixed as soon as possible.

Laurel pressed her lips into a thin line. "I’ll go now and prepare for the crop harvest. Keep an eye on the crops in the purple room... and good luck with armour." She said with sarcasm.

But Ling Xuan was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear a thing from Laurel.

After getting the bitter taste of being ignored again, Laurel decided to step out of the space.

The night breeze gently caressed her skin, and she inhaled sharply closing her eyes. She had never imagined she would ever inhale clean air again after the meteor shower.

She decided to go for a walk. Her smile brightened when she saw the faint light coming out of the household, she could hear the laughter and chattering coming from the house as she walked past them. Even the sound of children crying, some throwing tantrums and others playing around.

Hearing those sounds, her heart swelled with joy, it almost felt like nothing had changed. And for the people to be like this without worrying when the barrier would come crashing down, it meant they believed in her, and that alone made her heart firmer in protecting them and protecting more.

After walking for a while, she decided to head back to her apartment.

"Commander." A soldier ran behind her.

Laurel stopped in her tracks and turned around. The soldier before her saluted. "Commander, Mr.Wayne requests your presence for dinner... family dinner."

"Family dinner?" Laurel asked, taken aback by the sudden information. "When?"

"The dinner should have already started, we have been looking for you for a while now, but we couldn’t find you." The soldier said with a curious gaze.

"Tell them I’ll be there," Laurel said.

The moment the soldier left, Laurel frowned. ’What do they want now? I don’t believe they miss me that much to want to have dinner with me.’ Laurel sighed, already having a premonition about the dinner settling quietly in her chest.

Laurel stood there for a few seconds, staring at the path ahead of her as if she could see the outcome of the night written on the stones. Then she let out a slow breath and changed direction toward the inner residence. Avoiding the family dinner would only paint her as the bad person, and she refused to give anyone that impression.

She walked towards the Wayne building. The guards at the inner wall noticed her immediately and straightened.

"Commander."

She acknowledged them with a small nod and passed through without slowing down.

When she reached the Wayne residence, the doors stood open and warm light spilled out of the door, stretching across the ground in a soft golden hue. Voices drifted faintly from inside, overlapping and layered.

Laurel’s pace slowed a bit before entering the door.

A servant noticed her at once and bowed slightly before leading her toward the dining hall. The moment she crossed the doorway, her eyes swept across the room in one smooth motion, taking in everything without appearing to linger on anything.

The table was filled with dishes. Roasted meat sliced neatly and glazed until it shone under the lights. Steamed fish arranged with herbs that released a faint fragrance. Roasted chickens sat on the plates with vegetables placed carefully around them as if presentation still mattered in a world that had nearly ended. A pot of soup sat at the center, its steam drifting into the ceiling. Bowls of rice lined the edges of the table with a glass of wine at the side.

Desserts rested at the side, arranged in precise rows. It looked luxurious, just as it was before the meteor shower.

Grandpa Wayne sat at the head of the table, calm and dignified as always, his presence alone enough to control the room. Grandma Wayne sat beside him, her posture straight but gentle, her hands folded neatly. Tina sat near Grandma Wayne, holding a piece of chocolate in her hand, her small fingers already smudged.

Alexander sat opposite the empty seat clearly meant for Laurel.

Laurel’s gaze shifted, pausing on two figures.

Felicia, and Vera.

Both sat comfortably, dressed properly, with neat hair, and their faces were composed as if they had not just come out of confinement.

’How are they here? I made sure they won’t be able to cross the inner wall’s gate... but here they are...’

They did not look embarrassed, nor resentful... maybe not yet. Their eyes followed Laurel the moment she stepped closer, sharp and watchful.

There were two other people she did not recognize. A middle-aged woman with sharp features and a stern look that did not soften even under warm lighting, and a younger man seated beside her who observed quietly, his expression calm and unreadable.

Laurel stepped forward and gave a small nod. "Grandpa. Grandma."

Grandma Wayne’s lips curved slightly. "Sit down."

Laurel walked toward the empty chair without hurry and pulled it back. The chair made a soft sound against the floor as she lowered herself calmly.

Then, a loud bang cut through the room as a palm slammed against the table with enough force to rattle the utensils.

"How dare you!"

Laurel lifted her gaze slowly, her expression unchanged.

The stern woman stared at her with cold, unblinking eyes.

"How dare you sit without greeting the family properly," the woman said, her voice firm and sharp, each word landing clearly. "Is this how you behave in your husband’s home?"