Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: End

The thought was sudden and absolute, and it brought with it a flood of regret.

There were so many things she hadn’t done yet, so many people she hadn’t been able to help. She thought of Qin Feng.

She’d wanted to spend more time with him, to laugh with him, to fight by his side.

Built a home of their own. Spend some peaceful days as they see humanity eventually winning against the zombies.

Now, she’d never get the chance.

And Huo Ning… She wanted to help her awaken her superpower…but now…maybe she will never be able to meet that cute girl.

Then there was Han Weilin. She hadn’t found her yet. She didn’t even know if she was still alive, but she had vowed to find her, to bring her back.

But that promise, too, was slipping away with her life.

Tears welled in her eyes, but when they fell, they were black, mingling with the blood that poured from her wounds.

Even my tears are poisoned.

And then there was her base—the safe haven she had built, the technology she had painstakingly acquired through the system’s help.

What would happen to it once she died? Would the system shut down, leaving the base vulnerable to attack?

Would the defenses crumble without her there to maintain them? Her people, the ones she had sworn to protect—would they be left defenseless?

The laughter from the voices only grew louder, harsher, as they reveled in her suffering. She could almost hear their joy at her impending demise.

“Cry all you want,” one of them sneered. “No one’s coming to save you.”

Another added, almost gleefully,

“You should have known your place and not interfered with my work!”

Su Jiyai’s body shook, her breath ragged as the last vestiges of her strength slipped away. She had nothing left, no hope, no power.

Her life was ending here, in this cold, dark dungeon, far from the people she loved and the goals she had yet to achieve.

Will anyone care about her?

Maybe Qin Feng. But rest will forget her eventually.

What will happen to Qin Feng, once she leaves? He won’t…he won’t do anything foolish, right?

Su Jiyai thought,

‘Maybe I should wait for him in the afterlife.’

With that thought she closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate.

But the next second her heart chilled when she heard the voices say,

“She’s almost gone,” one of them said, amused. “What shall we do with her soul?”

A second voice, darker and more malicious, hissed,

“Should we scatter it to the winds? Leave her essence to be lost for eternity, never to know peace?”

The third voice spoke with cold precision,

“No. We should destroy it entirely. Erase her from existence, so there’s not even a trace left of her.”

A fourth voice, quieter but no less dangerous, whispered,

“Or make her our slave. Bend her will to ours, forever under our command. A fitting punishment for daring to defy us.”

Su Jiyai’s heart sank into the depths of despair as she listened to their deliberations.

She hadn’t considered what would happen to her soul after death.

She had believed, however faintly, that once she died, she would at least have peace.

That maybe, in some distant afterlife, she would be reunited with Qin Feng.

But now, these monsters were threatening to take even that away from her.

“No… no…” she whispered, her voice barely audible through the blood that filled her throat. She could feel the darkness closing in around her,

“Please… leave me… let me go… just let me die…”

She tried to speak louder, to beg for mercy, but her voice was weak, the words caught in her throat.

Her hands trembled as she clutched at the ground, trying desperately to hold onto whatever life was left in her broken body.

The voices laughed in response, their malicious amusement growing stronger.

“Begging won’t save you,” one of them sneered.

“We like it when they beg,” another said with cruel delight. “The more desperate they are, the sweeter the torment.”

Su Jiyai felt a cold terror take hold of her heart.

She wasn’t just dying—she was about to lose everything.

Not just her life, but her soul, her chance to reunite with Qin Feng in whatever afterlife might exist.

If they destroyed her soul, she would be gone forever.

If they scattered it, she would be lost for eternity.

If they enslaved her, she would be bound to them for all time, never to escape their control.

The thought was unbearable.

“Please…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper now. “Just let me die… let me be with him… please…”

But her pleading only seemed to amuse the voices further.

“Oh, we’ll let you die,” one of them chuckled.

“But not just yet. We’ll wait until you’re clinging to that last breath when you think you’ve escaped.

And then, when you have just enough life left to feel it… we’ll tell you what we’ve decided for your soul.”

The cold, mocking laughter that followed echoed through the darkness, filling Su Jiyai’s ears.

And then, like a flash of lightning, her life began to play before her eyes.

She saw herself as a child, small and fragile, living in a world that had always seemed so unfair.

She remembered the hunger, the cold nights, the loneliness.

She had always been an outsider, always struggling, always fighting for survival in a world that gave her no mercy.

She saw herself as a teenager, fighting against her foster dad, trying to cling to the last source of hope, Ou Lin yet even he betrayed her.

Once she turned 18, she was forced to join the military. She endured all kinds of criticism and just when her life started to turn good, she was pushed toward death by one of her teammates.

Yet when she struggled and gained a superpower, she only faced more trouble.

Was this truly her end?

Suddenly a sentence flashed in her mind,

“Every end is the start of something.”