The Defective Wife's Lethal Comeback

ke and despair. Jolie pushed open the heavy glass door, the rusted hinges screaming i

desk. The screech of the door jolted him awake. He wiped a line of drool from his chin and eyed

de, using her stolen terminal to slice into the local agricultural database. She had pulled th

physical, untraceable credit chip onto the scratched meta

ming the funds. His sneer instantly melted into a greasy, sycophantic smile. "Plot 313! Excellent choice,

salinization level of eighty percent. It's been barren for three years, and the local groundwater is toxic. It's worth ten thou

terminal, quickly transferring the digital deed t

a rented, beat-up pickup t

out beneath the blistering sun. In the center stood a two-story wo

usted farming bots sitting in the yard. "Clear the surface debris," sh

nger seat. Inside were the cheapest, lowest-g

ched down, digging her bare fingers into the dry, dead d

nto the earth. The energy acted like a microscopic filtration

d dirt. Taking a deep breath, she activated Syl

d. Within sixty seconds, the shoot thickened into a towering, six-foot-tall cornstalk. Broad green leaves u

The kernels burst with sweet juice, and a tiny rus

food was a luxury monopolized by the elite familie

oice ringing with newfound auth

e field, her hands glowing like twin suns as she cast

Plot 313 had transformed into a de

er mental energy was completely drained, her head throbbi

ymous trading hub. She snapped a picture of the glowing corn, attached the e

ded with dozens of frantic messages

nal. She leaned back against th

mechanical wail tore

itary flare shot into the air, illuminating the clouds. The air pressure shifted, c

chaos. But to her, it meant a free, massive