บททั้งหมดของ Reborn, Pregnant, and Plotting: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The apocalypse did not start with zombies right away. That would have been too simple. First came the drought. The heat was brutal, day after day, pressing down on cities until roads cracked, crops burned, and people started fighting over bottled water in stores that had nothing left on the shelves. The electricity could not keep up. Power grids failed in waves, hospitals went dark, cooling systems died, and people who had spent their entire lives trusting walls and machines suddenly understood how thin civilization really was. Then came the earthquakes, storms, fires, and floods, one disaster after another until the Earth no longer felt like a planet trying to survive. It felt like something breaking apart while everyone screamed on top of it.Within a year, the world was shattered. More people died from nature itself than from anything human hands could do. Then the rain came, and at first people cried from relief because they thought water meant life. It did not. The rain burned

Vera was sitting outside, happily eating a freshly baked potato, when a sharp kick hit from inside her belly so hard she almost dropped it. Before she could even complain, her son’s tiny voice rang in her mind, not from inside the space and not soft and playful like usual. This time it was high, rushed, and full of fear, enough to make her whole body go still.“Mommy, my great-grandma fell down in the garbage sector. Her mental levels are spiking.”Vera shot to her feet so fast the half-eaten potato slipped from her hand. She shoved the rest into her storage, grabbed a few fresh ones, filled a jug with water, and started running before her mind fully caught up with what she had just heard. The former queen was here. On this planet. Crashed. The children guided her, all three voices overlapping in her mind, scared and talking at once, each one trying to push her in the same direction faster. The farther Vera ran, the more the ground shook under her feet. Something huge had gone down

“Grandma,” a tiny voice rang inside Belinda’s head, the same way it sounded inside Vera’s, but Vera stayed calm while Belinda froze in complete confusion. Her eyes widened, and her hand tightened around Vera’s arm because for one second she looked around the room like she expected to find a child hiding behind the table, under the bed, or somewhere near the door. The old woman’s head even turned toward the window before she looked back at Vera, stunned and almost breathless.Vera patted her hand and smiled. “The babies are special. They can talk. You can hear them.”Belinda’s confusion melted so fast it almost hurt to watch. The widest smile Vera had seen since she arrived spread over the old woman’s face, softening every line of exhaustion and anger at once. Belinda looked down at Vera’s belly like the whole garbage planet had disappeared and only the children mattered. Her tired eyes shined, and for the first time since the crash, she did not look like a former queen who had dragge

His family had not supported the idea at first. Yesterday, when Xen said he had made a mistake, they thought he had lost his mind. His mother had stared at him like he had finally cracked under too many wars. His father had gone quiet in that heavy military way that meant he was measuring every word before he gave one. His grandfather had watched him the longest, old eyes sharp, expression unreadable, as if he had been waiting for Xen to catch up to something everyone else had been too proud to say out loud.But everyone could see that Xen’s mental powers were out of control. He was not on a battlefield, not under attack, and still his levels kept breaking. His power spiked during meetings. His hands froze objects without warning. The temperature in his rooms dropped too fast when Vera’s name came up. Even during the past five months, when he had gone in and out of combat zones, his mental levels had stabilized whenever Vera came to pester him. She would show up angry, tired, stubborn

Everyone in the shack stopped breathing. The red in the old woman’s eyes faded slowly, not all at once, but like dirty water being washed clean. The savage glare disappeared, and something aware came back in its place. She stared at the ceiling first, blinking hard like the shape of the room did not make sense anymore. Then her gaze moved to the people around her, fully confused, fully present, and painfully fragile. “Old lady, you will be okay,” the tiny baby boy’s voice said, and everyone in the room heard it in their heads. “My sister went to sleep after she helped you heal. You are nice, so do not get sick again.”The old woman turned her head with effort and looked at Vera. A young pregnant woman stood beside her bed with one hand on her belly and the other still holding her wrist, calm like she had not just dragged someone back from the edge of madness. The old woman understood enough. Maybe not everything, not the glowing baby voice, not the medicine, not the water, not why th