Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Transformation

“Every end is the start of something.” A soft voice whispered in Su Jiyai’s ears.

But something deep inside Su Jiyai stirred—a quiet, unyielding force she hadn’t noticed before.

As the laughter grew louder, so did the warmth spreading through her body.

It was faint at first, just a flicker of heat, but then it surged, a fire igniting in her core.

Her breath hitched, and the pain in her wounds began to dull, replaced by a strange tingling sensation.

Su Jiyai gasped as she felt her wounds begin to heal, the torn flesh knitting itself back together at an unnatural speed.

The black veins that had once spread across her body, marking her as poisoned, began to shrink and fade.

Her eyesight, which had dimmed to near blindness, slowly began to return.

The bloody tears that had flowed from her eyes stopped, and as she blinked away the darkness, she saw the world in sharp, vibrant clarity.

Her reflection in the cold, damp stone wall nearby caught her eye.

The blackness that had overtaken her eyes receded, revealing the rich, deep purple color of her irises—her true eye color.

She hadn’t seen her own eyes like this in years, not since the poison had tainted her blood.

The voices went silent, their laughter abruptly cut off as they watched her transformation with stunned disbelief.

“What… what is this?” one of them whispered, its voice laced with confusion.

“Is she… regenerating?” another hissed, the doubt in its tone betraying its fear.

“How can this be? She was nearly dead just moments ago!” the third voice exclaimed, now sounding more alarmed than amused.

“She must have been hiding her strength all along,” the first voice growled, though there was uncertainty in the accusation.

Su Jiyai’s lips curled into a slow, menacing smile.

Her body still ached, but the overwhelming pain was gone, replaced by a surge of raw power coursing through her veins.

It was intoxicating, this newfound strength.

She stood up slowly, her legs trembling slightly as she regained her balance, but there was no denying it—she was stronger now than before.

She chuckled, her voice dark and ominous.

“You think I was hiding my strength?”

The voices were silent, clearly confused by her sudden defiance.

“You should kill me now,” she whispered, her voice soft but it was laced with seriousness and a strange kind of emotion.

The silence stretched for a moment longer before the voices erupted into a chorus of disbelief.

“She’s lost her mind,” one of them sneered.

“She must be delirious from the blood loss,” another added.

“Kill her? She still dares to mock us?” the third voice spat, incredulous.

Su Jiyai laughed again, this time louder, more chilling.

The sound echoed through the dungeon, bouncing off the walls.

“If you don’t kill me now,” she continued, her voice low and threatening, “I’ll escape. And when I do, I’ll come back here. I’ll find you. And I’ll kill you.”

Her words hung in the air like a deadly promise.

The voices faltered. Their laughter, once so assured, now carried a hint of uncertainty.

“Do you truly believe you could kill us?” one voice asked, incredulous, but Su Jiyai could hear the slight tremor behind the words.

“You? A mere human?” Another scoffed.

“Even if you cultivated for hundreds of millennia, you wouldn’t be able to touch us!”

Su Jiyai shook her head slowly, still smiling. “We’ll see about that.”

Though she was still outmatched by the ancient, powerful beings surrounding her, something had changed.

She was no longer the broken, dying woman they had mocked and tormented.

The voices, though still mocking, were growing uneasy. They could sense it too—something had shifted in Su Jiyai, and it unnerved them.

“Enough of this nonsense!” one of the voices snarled. “Kill her now!”

Suddenly, the air around her crackled with energy as a barrage of attacks descended upon her.

Dark tendrils of energy shot toward Su Jiyai, lashing out with deadly precision.

But this time, she was ready.

With a speed she hadn’t possessed before, Su Jiyai dodged the first strike, her body moving faster than even she anticipated.

The tendrils missed her by inches, slamming into the stone floor with a deafening crack.

She blinked, momentarily stunned by her own agility.

The voices hesitated for a split second, their confusion evident.

“She’s faster…” one of them muttered as if trying to comprehend what was happening.

But there was no time for hesitation. Another wave of attacks followed, but Su Jiyai was already on the move.

Her body responded as if it had been reborn, her reflexes sharper, her strength amplified.

With each evasion, the voices grew more frantic, their attacks more vicious and desperate.

But no matter how they tried to overwhelm her, Su Jiyai was always one step ahead. Her speed baffled them.

“How is this possible?” one of them demanded.

“She was supposed to be on the verge of death!” another hissed, clearly shaken.

Su Jiyai’s purple eyes flashed with a hint of red.

Just moments before she had thought she would die, she had felt something stir deep within her, a cold energy creeping into her limbs.

It had wrapped around her, sinking into her skin like frostbite.

Yet, instead of death, that coldness had brought a strange vitality—a power she had never experienced before.

Her wounds had healed at an unnatural pace, and her strength, speed, and senses had all sharpened to terrifying new heights.

Now, as she moved faster than the voices could react, the truth began to dawn on her—a possibility so terrifying, she could hardly bring herself to accept it.

Vampire.

She might have become a partial vampire.

It was the only explanation that made sense.

Her sudden ability to regenerate, the strength coursing through her veins, the agility she hadn’t possessed before—all of it pointed to one possibility.

Her blood was no longer entirely human.

Otherwise, her eye colors wouldn’t have changed into purple in the first place.