Raised From The Wild-Chapter 439: Breaking a Princess

Meanwhile, Marx’s jet, the Mercury T02, roared over the horizon and descended upon Bleu Island—thirty minutes ahead of schedule. He had pushed the aircraft to its absolute limit, the engines straining so hard they nearly combusted midair.

At the airport, his security detail snapped to attention, quickly escorting him into a sleek black convoy. He was driven straight to a lavish hotel overlooking the sea, where the plan was simple: rest briefly while the Mercury T02 was cleaned, checked, and refueled.

But Marx had no time for rest.

Inside his suite, he immediately reached out to Ren and Ava. The siblings, frantic and sleepless, had been scouring every digital trail, every backdoor, every surveillance feed they could breach. Yet even with their unmatched skills, the truth was maddeningly simple:

Amaya was gone. She vanished from her chalet room without a trace.

"Ren," Marx said, his tone anxious, "send me all the footage you captured of Amaya the moment she left the airport."

"Uncle Marx," Ren replied tensely, "Ava and I already dissected everything. I’ll forward you the most suspicious clips now. The rest will follow."

Marx gave a terse acknowledgment, then opened his private terminal. With a few keystrokes, he slipped into the shadows of his infamous alter-ego: Doble X, the world’s most untouchable hacker. His next move shook the digital underworld.

On the Dark Web, a new post appeared under his logo. A task for locating the missing Princess of Lireya.

Chaos erupted instantly. Veterans and novices alike froze at the sight. The untouchable, undefeated top hacker—the ghost who solved puzzles no one else could—was asking for help. Could it mean that even he had encountered something he could not crack?

The top ten hackers and even the novices scrambled to check on the details of the task. Even if someone had already accepted the job, many hackers abandoned their own projects, flooding toward the task. They were not after the reward. They were after the prestige of accomplishing something where the great Doble X had faltered. For the Dark Web, prestige was a greater currency than money.

Marx only stayed on the Blue island for an hour. After Mercury T02 had refueled and resupplied, he continued his journey to Lireya - a six-hour flight cut in half.

... 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Far below, in a hidden observatory, a young man burst into a sterile white chamber filled with glowing monitors. His face was tight with worry.

"Masters, we are running out of time. Lireya’s and Albanya’s elite forces are already on the borders. Skylars Intelligence has joined in as well. And just minutes ago, the top hacker—Doble X himself—posted the task."

Two men in their forties with white hair looked at the young man, frowning. "Is the woman that important? Why did you not say so?

The young man clenched his fists, bitterness boiling behind his lips. Haven’t I said it before? She is a princess. Who in their right mind kidnaps a princess?

But before he could speak, the men were already at the consoles, slamming commands into the system. Machines hummed, wires crackled, and the room came alive with mechanical urgency.

...

Inside a separate white chamber, a cold, mechanical voice slithered into Amaya’s ears:

"Princes, we will stop playing games with you and ask you directly. We just wanted the location of the stone XX99. Give it to us, then we will set you free." the cold voice made Amaya shiver.

Amaya’s breath quickened, but she held her ground. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. A fragment of that stone is in the museum—nothing more."

Then, as if remembering, she hesitated. "Unless... unless there are more. On the island. But Miraga had vanished."

The voice hardened. "So stubborn. Very well. Ayns, begin the procedure."

The twins, Ayns and Tayn watched from behind the glass. Both men were rare prodigies, their brilliance teetering on the edge of genius and madness. Ayns, a master of digital illusions. Tayn, an expert in psychological manipulation. Together, they had broken countless prisoners.

Amaya felt that the room shifted once again, and the bed she was on tilted vertically. When the movement stopped, she was chained upright against a crumbling wall. The air grew heavy, damp, and alive with hissing sound.

When her eyes adjusted, the torchlight revealed them.

Snakes. So many of them. A writhing mass of scales and fangs, slithering toward her, their forked tongues flicking in the dim light.

Amaya closed her eyes. She stilled her breath. Memories of Miraga flashed. She was seven years old, falling into a nest of vipers. The feel of slick, cold bodies wrapping around her arms. She had survived then. She would survive now because she was not afraid.

The snakes swarmed, some biting, some coiling around her. She did not scream. She did not move. Eventually, disinterested in a victim so unshaken, they slithered away.

"Damn it!. How can she be so calm and not scared?" The two men cursed, pulling at their hair.

When the last snake was gone, Amaya raised her chin and stared straight at the hidden camera. Her voice was steady, defiant.

"You don’t know who you’re dealing with. Release me now, and I’ll ensure your punishment is merciful."

Her words were met with manic laughter—two voices intertwining like a chorus of madness.

"You think your name matters to us? Even if we knew, it would change nothing."

Amaya’s eyes narrowed.

"Try the next one," Ayns urged.

The lights died. Red eyes appeared in the darkness—hundreds of them. Squeaks echoed, gnawing filled the air. Then rats poured in from the shadows.

Amaya gritted her teeth. Her heart pounded. She despised rats. But she would not break. Not for them.

Closing her eyes, she remembered her father’s training. She drew on her core, summoning an aura so sharp and cold it seemed to cut the air itself. The rats scattered instantly, terrified, vanishing into the corners.

In the observation room, chaos erupted. The twins screamed, smashing everything within reach.

Then the door opened. A new voice entered—smooth, soothing, unhurried and dangerous.

"You’re approaching this the wrong way, my friends. You’ve forgotten something."

The man wearing a hooded cloak, stepped into the light, smiling faintly.

"That girl grew up in the wild. No beast, no matter how slimy or savage, can frighten her."

Ayns and Tayn turned desperately. "Then what do we do?"

The newcomer’s eyes gleamed.

"Simple. If nature cannot break her... memory will. Give her new memories. In her mind, let her father despise her. Let her family reject her. Make the ones she loves the very source of her despair."