Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Dealing With General

There was a sense of urgency, a feeling that something important was slipping away from her, but no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, it remained elusive.

Suddenly, she stood in front of a crumbling building, one that looked eerily like the base she had once called home.

Inside, she could hear voices—distant, echoing, but unmistakably those of the people she had once known.

She called out to them, but no one responded.

As she stepped closer, the building began to dissolve, piece by piece, until it vanished completely, leaving her standing alone in a vast, empty expanse.

She felt an overwhelming sense of loss, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

What had she lost? Why did it feel like her heart was being torn apart?

Just as the weight of the emotions became unbearable, she woke with a start.

She blinked in confusion, the dream fading from her memory like wisps of smoke. But there was one thing she couldn’t shake—the tears on her face.

Warm, salty tears trickled down her cheeks, soaking the fur on her face.

She blinked again, bewildered. Why was she crying? What had she seen in her dream that could have caused such a reaction?

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember.

The dream had already slipped away, leaving behind only the hollow feeling of something lost.

She wiped her face with her paw, confused and a little shaken. What had her subconscious been trying to tell her?

As she sat there, still trying to make sense of it all, Jake entered the room with a bowl in his hand, his entire focus on the bowl.

He hadn’t noticed her tears, still caught up in his own world.

Su Jiyai quickly put on a casual look not wanting to let Jake know she cried.

Jake placed the bowl and turned to Su Jiyai,

“Here is your break-”

The words stopped abruptly, the smirk on his face getting replaced by a hint of confusion and surprise.

“You…are you..” crying?

Before he could finish his words, Su Jiyai showed as if she was yawning and the tears slipped from her eyes because of the yawn.

Jake chuckled softly as he watched Su Jiyai feign a yawn, the last remnants of her tears slipping down her face.

He didn’t believe her excuse, but he chose not to press the issue.

They weren’t close, not enough for him to pry into something so personal. Instead, he decided to change the subject.

He placed the bowl of breakfast in front of her—a slightly thicker porridge than last night’s meal, with a few small chunks of dried vegetables floating in it.

It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

As Su Jiyai began to eat, Jake leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, and spoke in a low voice.

“So,” he began, his tone carefully neutral, “what’s our next move with the general?”

Su Jiyai didn’t look up from her meal, her ears flicking slightly as she considered his question.

After a moment, she wiped her face with her paw and muttered,

“We could knock him out and push him into the portal. Let him disappear into some random dimension. Problem solved. Easy.”

Jake shook his head immediately, a grim look crossing his face. “Not that simple,” he said.

“The general has a superpower that activates automatically whenever he’s asleep or unconscious. It forms a protective barrier around him.

Nothing gets in, and nothing gets out. I’ve seen it in action—he could be surrounded by a dozen assassins, and they wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on him while he’s out cold.”

Su Jiyai paused mid-bite, her blue eyes narrowing as she processed this information.

“A protective barrier?” she asked, her voice skeptical. “That’s a pretty convenient power. How does it work?”

Jake shrugged.

“Not sure of the specifics. All I know is, it’s impenetrable. Bullets, knives, even explosions—none of it works.

And it doesn’t just protect him physically. It blocks mental attacks, too. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Alright,” she said finally, her voice low and thoughtful. “So, what’s the plan? Do we wait for an opportunity to catch him off guard?”

Jake let out a bitter laugh.

“Off guard? The general doesn’t have ‘off-guard’ moments. The guy’s paranoid to the core. He’s always surrounded by guards, always watching his back. Even when he’s asleep, that barrier of his makes sure no one can touch him.”

Su Jiyai’s ears flattened against her head as she mulled over their options.

“What if we distracted him? Created some kind of diversion that would force him to drop his guard?”

Jake shook his head again.

“Doesn’t work. The man’s too smart for that. He doesn’t fall for distractions, and even if he does, that barrier of his activates automatically. It’s not something he controls consciously—it’s just there, like a reflex.”

Finally, she set the bowl aside and looked up at Jake.

“So, what do you suggest?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“You clearly know more about him than I do. If we can’t knock him out, and we can’t distract him, what’s left?”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, a troubled expression on his face.

“Honestly? I don’t know yet. But there’s one thing I’m sure of—we can’t face him head-on. We’ll have to outthink him, find a way to exploit his weaknesses.”

Su Jiyai’s ears perked up slightly. “Does he have any weaknesses?”

Jake hesitated, his brow furrowing in thought.

“He’s not invincible,” he said slowly.

“That barrier of his only works when he’s unconscious. And his blood-sucking power—he can’t use it indefinitely. It drains his stamina. If we could find a way to force him to overexert himself…”

Su Jiyai’s tail flicked again, this time with a hint of interest.

“Force him to overexert himself? That’s a start. But how do we do that without getting ourselves killed?”

Jake smiled faintly, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”