All Chapters of My Lover Drowned Me For Greed: I'm Back To Make Him Suffer : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

​The molten orange glare of the geothermal siphon cast long, distorted shadows across the massive cavern of Sector 00. As the monolithic black titanium cylinder fully emerged from the liquid stone, the automated cooling manifolds began to hiss, spraying high-pressure nitrogen vapor that swirled around the towering Vanguard Titan Chassis 01.​"A variant line," Julian growled, his left hand shifting its crushing grip from Vivian’s sleeve down to her bare, bandaged wrist. His thumb pressed against her pulse point, feeling the steady, clinical rhythm of her heartbeat. His gray eyes never left the cybernetic figure on the observation deck. "Vance, that isn't a standard pre-war chassis. Look at the pneumatic joint reinforcing bars. Alistair hasn't just been manufacturing hardware down here—he’s stripped the safety restrictors from the kinetic core."​"The restrictors were always a compromise, boy," Alistair Sterling clicked.​The white ceramic plates of his facial mask shifted slightly as h

​The golden display map mapping the expedition route pulsed on Vivian’s wrist terminal. It wasn't tracing a path toward a standard storage wing; the route cut down at a steep forty-five-degree angle, burrowing directly into the primary sub-glacial ice shelf that formed the natural sub-floor beneath Sector 00.​"The thermal core output is dropping," Leo whispered, his boots crunching loudly over a thin sheet of white frost that had begun to materialize along the edge of the titanium catwalk. He kept his shoulder pressed firmly against a heavy portable diagnostic unit. "Vivian, the geothermal siphons are actively venting their excess pressure backward into the volcanic fissures. The facility's automated climate control is shifting into absolute preservation mode. It's pulling all ambient heat out of this chamber."​"The core requires a freezing baseline to maintain the dividend, Leo," Vivian stated smoothly.​Her administrative profile didn't flinch against the sudden, sharp plunge in t

​The golden constellation reflecting off the cobalt ice dome didn't fade; it sharpened, projecting a split-screen tactical wireframe directly across the vault's freezing threshold.​On the left screen, the golden orb spun, downloading centuries of agricultural data straight into Vivian’s wrist ledger. On the right screen, a series of pulsing crimson triangles traced the exact progress of the secondary syndicate breach-team. They had just forced open the emergency maintenance override of the upper hoist cage, descending into the dark like a swarm of starving locusts.​"They're moving through the mid-level staging dock!" Leo reported, his teeth clicking violently as he monitored the digital readout. He was shivering so hard his fingers nearly slipped on the ice-covered edge of his interface pad. "Vivian, it's not a generic cleanup squad. The biometric scanners are picking up high-impact cybernetic augmentations. It's the rest of Uncle Marcus’s inner shadow-guard. They aren't here to neg

​The silver eyes of General Vance did not linger on the glowing manifest for long. They cut through the lingering cryogenic vapor, tracking the shifting lines of code with the brutal efficiency of a commander who had spent a lifetime treating entire populations as deployment variables.​"Hydroponic atmospheric matrix. Geothermal siphons. A localized tectonic damper array," the old man rasped, his thick fingers tracing a rough line through the air as if mapping a trench line. "Your father always did have a soft spot for infrastructure, girl. He built a greenhouse when he should have been casting armor plating. But this... this is a defensible bottleneck."​"It is more than a bottleneck, General. It is the only surviving distribution hub on the continent," Vivian stated smoothly.​She stepped entirely past Julian’s broad shoulder, her slate-gray officer’s mantle cutting a sharp, authoritative silhouette against the frosted walls. Her long, pale hair caught the amber warning lights of th

​The echo of the continental broadcast had barely dissolved from the local audio relays before the external surface monitors of Sector 02 began flashing with fresh, high-density traffic data.​"The lowlands are fracturing, Vivian," Leo announced, his hands steadying as he pulled up a sweeping heat map of the northern plains. "The broadcast threw their entire network into a recursive panic loop. Two of the syndicate's regional logistics outposts just lower their corporate banners. They’re routing armored transports toward our perimeter coordinates, but they aren't coming in a combat envelope. They're broadcasting open trade handshakes."​"They are responding to the asset realignment, Leo," Vivian stated smoothly.​She stepped away from the main transmission hub, her long pale hair swaying against the crisp slate-gray leather of her officer’s mantle. Her bare right hand slid back into her pocket, her fingers maintaining their unyielding, clinical grip on the heavy copper hardware key. E