Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Controller

But the cat, as if sensing his presence, suddenly leaped out of the way, darting to the side with unnatural speed.

The general cursed under his breath.

This wasn’t like before—this cat was fast, alive, and real. This wasn’t some illusion or decoy.

This is the real one.

Fueled by anger and the need to protect the doctors, the general took off after it, his entire focus narrowed to one singular goal: capture that cat.

His hands itched to draw his weapon, but Dr. Mei’s voice echoed in his mind, stopping him from taking lethal action.

I can’t kill it… but I’ll catch it, and I’ll make it pay for this chase.

The chase continued, the general’s boots pounding against the floor as he raced through the halls.

He could see the cat just ahead, its blue fur shimmering in the dim light, darting from side to side as if trying to shake him off.

But this time, the general wasn’t giving up.

His eyes locked on his target, and he lunged forward again, closing the gap between them.

“Got you now!” he snarled, but the cat, with a flick of its tail, dodged at the last second, narrowly escaping his grasp once more.

Fury surged through him as the cat rounded a corner, and he followed closely behind.

This wasn’t like the previous encounters.

There were no illusions, no creepy stillness—this was a real chase, and the cat was fast, but not fast enough to escape him forever.

Just when he thought the chase might continue endlessly, the cat suddenly made a wrong move, slipping into a narrow corridor with no exit.

The general’s eyes lit up with triumph as he cornered it, blocking the only way out.

The cat’s eyes glinted in the darkness, but this time there was no escape.

He advanced slowly, a predatory grin on his face.

“No more tricks,” he growled. “You’re coming with me.”

The cat hissed, its blue fur bristling as it backed into the corner.

Its eyes flicked to the sides, looking for an escape route, but there was none.

The general smirked, satisfaction swelling in his chest.

Finally, after all the chaos, he had it right where he wanted it.

He reached out, ready to grab the cat and bring it to Dr. Mei.

But just as his hand closed around the cat, the lights in the institute flickered back on, and a low, eerie hum began to resonate through the hallways.

The general instinctively dodged to the side. A figure flashed past him and when he turned to look who the figure was, his eyes widened.

Jake.

Wasn’t he trapped in the medical room?

Why was he here?

Is Dr. Mei and Dr. Pan safe?

The general’s mind swirled with different questions but when he looked up he saw Jake holding the cat with utter care.

What shocked him to the core was the gentleness flashing in his eyes.

Was this the cold-blooded vampire?

Jake lifted the blue cat with care and turned it left and right. His action looked strange but on a closer look, a hint of inspection was flickering in his eyes.

He was inspecting whether Su Jiyai was hurt during the chase.

Once he was sure Su Jiyai wasn’t hurt, Jake heard the general’s shouting.

“You ba*tard! What have you done? Why can’t I find Dr. Mei and Dr. Pan?”

The general had checked the medical room with the help of his shadow and found no one was in the medical room.

Without a second thought, the general lifted his hand to kill Jake and Su Jiyai right away.

But before he could act, a blur of motion flashed between him and Jake.

One of his own soldiers—one of the men who had been loyally following his orders—suddenly stood in his path. The general faltered, his hand freezing in midair.

“What the—” he began, but before he could finish his thought, the soldier lurched toward him, eyes wide and unfocused, his mouth opening in a desperate gasp.

In an instant, the general watched in horror as the soldier’s blood was drained from his body, his life slipping away in seconds.

The general’s eyes widened.

His mind couldn’t comprehend it—why had his soldier suddenly jumped in between them?

Why had he sacrificed himself like that? But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Before he could react, more soldiers began to surround him.

His confusion turned to shock as they attacked him from all sides.

Fireballs flew through the air, mental assaults bombarded his mind, and physical strikes rained down on his body.

The general instinctively raised his barriers, blocking as many of the attacks as he could, but the sheer number of soldiers overwhelmed him.

Each time he managed to fend off one attack, another soldier would strike.

It was as if they had all turned on him at once, and their coordinated assault left him reeling.

He had trained these soldiers himself and had fought alongside them in countless battles, but now they were attacking him with a ferocity he had never seen before.

“What the hell is going on?” he snarled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought back.

He couldn’t understand it.

His soldiers weren’t rebels—they were loyal, they were his. How had they suddenly turned against him?

Desperation clawed at him as he realized he was being overwhelmed.

His defenses were faltering, his energy rapidly draining.

For every soldier he struck down, another seemed to rise in his place.

Their eyes were glazed, their movements mechanical, as if they were being controlled by some unseen force.

Controlled.

The thought hit him like a punch to the gut. The controller! He needed the controller!

Fumbling through his belt, the general quickly checked his pockets. But the small device wasn’t there.

His heart skipped a beat.

The controller—an invaluable tool given to him by his superiors—was supposed to allow him to control his soldiers, to prevent exactly this kind of rebellion.

But it was gone.

With a curse, he activated his communicator, calling his most trusted subordinate.