Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Die

“She’s weakening,” a voice said, satisfied. “Look at her… she’s falling apart.”

Another chimed in, more amused. “Such a fragile thing. How does she think she can fight us?”

Su Jiyai could barely focus on their words anymore.

Her instincts screamed at her to fight, to survive, but her body was betraying her, slowing down, giving in to the darkness.

A desperate thought surfaced.

What if, just like a person could manipulate a painting from the third dimension, she could somehow find a way to manipulate her reality from the fourth?

If they could reach her through their dimension, perhaps there was a way for her to push back.

She didn’t know how, or even if it was possible, but it was the only chance she had left.

Her hand twitched, reaching toward the blackened wound on her stomach.

The dark energy was seeping deeper into her, but maybe… just maybe she could use that connection.

If the dark energy came from the fourth dimension, perhaps it was her link to them.

The voices continued to sneer.

“She’s barely standing. This will be over soon.”

But Su Jiyai wasn’t listening to their words anymore.

She focused inward, on the strange, dark power that had invaded her. It wasn’t part of her, but it was inside her now.

Could she… control it? Could she use it against them?

She closed her eyes, shutting out the voices, shutting out the pain, and focused solely on the foreign energy coursing through her.

It was cold and malicious, and it burned like ice in her veins, but she reached for it, willing it to respond to her.

Whoosh.

Her body betrayed her, coughing violently as thick, dark blood spilled from her lips.

The taste of iron filled her mouth, and her vision blurred further.

She had thought, in her desperation, that she could use the darkness to connect with them, to manipulate the very power that was consuming her.

But she was wrong.

“Haha! That was a pathetic attempt!” one voice crowed, dripping with mockery.

“So foolish,” another voice sneered.

“Did she really think she could link to us through her pitiful wounds?”

Their words twisted like knives in her gut, adding to the overwhelming sense of failure.

‘How could I have been so stupid?’ Su Jiyai thought, the shame cutting deeper than the pain from her injuries.

Of course, the wounds weren’t the key.

The weapons—the ones imbued with the very energy of the fourth dimension—were the link.

She hadn’t realized it sooner, and now she was paying the price.

Even if she somehow managed to create that link, she knew the horrifying truth: it would only make things worse.

The voices seemed to read her thoughts, their sneers growing sharper, their disdain thick in the air.

“Even if you could create a connection,” one of the voices said, darkly amused, “it would only profit us. You’d be opening yourself up to a direct attack. You think you’re strong enough to withstand that?”

Another voice chimed in, the sound like nails scraping against stone.

“Do you even understand what you’re dealing with? We’re not simple creatures of your realm. We are beyond your comprehension.

Even the most powerful entities in your world would tremble before us.”

Su Jiyai could feel the weight of their words.

They weren’t exaggerating—these beings had to be on par with something she had never faced before.

The closest comparison her mind could make was the Level 20 zombies that don’t even exist in her world.

However, according to the researcher, Level 20 zombies were monsters that could crush cities, and wipe out armies with a single blow.

And here she was, a mere Level 1 fire user, with a power so weak it could hardly set a piece of paper alight.

The disparity between them was colossal.

It was laughable that she had even considered fighting back.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. I’m nothing compared to them.

“Enough talk,” the cold, commanding voice from earlier declared. “Let’s finish this.”

And just like that, the attacks resumed with terrifying force.

One after another, cold weapons materialized from the shadows—knives, axes, spears—each glowing with dark, deadly energy, hurtling toward her.

Su Jiyai’s mind screamed for her to summon something, anything, to defend herself.

She tried to call upon the A-Rank colander, her strongest defensive tool, but nothing happened.

Panic surged through her as she attempted to summon even the simplest weapon, her pan—but her mind was met with silence.

The system was either malfunctioning or suppressed and without it, she had no means of defending herself.

A cold knife slashed through the air, and Su Jiyai barely dodged to the side, but the next attack—a heavy axe pulsating with dark energy—struck her with brutal force.

She felt the blade tear through the flesh of her shoulder, the pain so intense that it stole her breath.

Her body trembled violently, her legs barely holding her up.

“Ahhh!” Su Jiyai screamed in agony, but her cry was met with laughter from the voices.

“Pathetic,” one of them said. “She’s barely clinging to life.”

Another weapon—a jagged sword—sliced through the air and cut deep into her side.

Su Jiyai gasped, her vision flickering as the pain radiated through her entire body.

It was as if every nerve was on fire, her muscles spasming from the impact.

Blood poured from her wounds, but even worse than the physical injuries was the dark energy that accompanied each blow, spreading through her veins like a poison.

Her body felt like it was about to explode.

If she could still see, she would have noticed that her entire body was turning black, her veins bulging with the dark energy infecting her.

The whites of her eyes had already darkened to pitch black, and her skin, once pale, was now marred with thick, black lines that pulsed with each heartbeat.

But Su Jiyai could see none of this.

Her eyesight had gone, leaving her trapped in an endless void of darkness.

She stumbled, collapsing to her knees, her body giving out under the relentless onslaught.

She could feel her life slipping away, little by little, as the attacks continued.

Each blade, each axe, and each spear that struck her only added to the overwhelming sensation of impending death.

I’m going to die.