Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Jake’s Past

“Jake’s past?” The general muttered as if he was reminiscing about something but at the same time he didn’t want to remember it.

“Yeah,” HQ said.

When even after a few minutes the general didn’t speak, HQ urged,

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up!”

The general’s head throbbed, his vision swimming as he strained to focus on the conversation.

Every word felt like it took a monumental effort, and his body was betraying him with each passing second.

But this was too important—he couldn’t let the line go dead without making sure help was on its way.

The general let out a shaky breath. “Jake… was a vampire,” he began slowly, his voice rough.

“We made him.”

There was a long, unnerving silence on the other end of the line.

The general could feel the tension building in his chest as he waited for a response.

The pain in his body was becoming unbearable, the coldness creeping in, but he focused on holding the phone to his ear.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the voice on the other end of the line spoke, but it was not the reaction he had expected. Instead, the voice let out a mocking snort.

“Thank God I didn’t believe the imposter,” the voice said coldly.

The general’s heart lurched in his chest.

His fingers tightened on the phone, his grip faltering for a moment. His eyes widened, and his pulse spiked.

“Sir I am sorry. I lied to you because I was suspicious of your identity. Please let me tell you the truth. Jake…We captured him, erased his memories, and… and implanted hypnosis to make him obedient.”

There was a brief pause, the silence hanging in the air like a weight.

Then the voice came back, colder than before. “I’ve heard enough, General. You’ve proved enough.”

The general could hear the slight rustling on the other end, the sound of something being moved or shuffled, and it felt as though time itself had stopped.

The voice was stern now, almost detached, “He doesn’t belong to this world, right? He’s from somewhere else, isn’t he?”

The general froze, his blood running cold. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared blankly ahead, struggling to process the question. It was the last thing he had expected to hear.

“Wh—what?” His voice cracked, disbelief rising in his throat. “No… he’s just… he’s from another world, yes. But you know that, don’t you?”

The silence on the other end of the line deepened, the tension so thick it felt suffocating.

“Don’t play games with me, General,” the voice finally snapped. “We both know it’s more complicated than that.”

The general struggled to hold on to his fleeting consciousness.

His body felt as if the void was slowly consuming it, each word pulling him further into the abyss.

He wanted to respond and ask what was going on, but he couldn’t gather the strength to form the words.

Instead, he gasped out,

“What do you mean? Just send reinforcements, damn it! I’m telling you everything! It’s Jake—he’s a vampire! And he’s not from this world. He came from… from… somewhere else. Another dimension!”

The voice on the other end of the line remained silent for several moments.

Two minutes passed.

The general waited desperately for an answer, but none came. It felt as if the world was closing in on him.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to just hold on, but the weakness was consuming him.

“Sir?” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’ve proven it. You asked for proof, and I’ve given it to you. Send the reinforcements now, before I pass out!”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and then the voice came back, more measured but still with a trace of tension.

“I’m not sending any reinforcements yet, General. Not until I know more about Jake.”

The general’s vision blurred further as he clutched the phone tighter, the words barely audible.

“What… what else do you want to know?”

“You’ve told me about Jake’s past,” the voice said casually, “but now I want more. What else do you know, General? What else are you hiding?”

The general’s eyes darted around the room, his breathing growing ragged as dread settled in his gut.

He couldn’t trust this voice.

Was it really HQ? Or was this an elaborate trap, designed to trick him into revealing even more?

His mind raced.

“If you’re really HQ,” the general said slowly, his voice filled with suspicion, “why are you so focused on Jake? Why not ask about the base? Or the zombies? Why only Jake?”

There was another pause, but this time it was different—longer, more calculating.

Finally, the voice responded, though the icy calm had disappeared, replaced with a hint of frustration.

“Why, General Yi? You seem awfully defensive for someone claiming to be on the same side. Now, if you want my help, you’ll tell me what I need to know.”

The general’s heart hammered in his chest.

His instincts screamed at him that something was off, something beyond just the poison eating away at his energy.

“I’ve answered your questions,” he hissed, fighting back the exhaustion dragging him under.

“But now it’s your turn. If you’re really HQ… prove it.”

Another pause.

For a moment, the general thought the line had gone dead. His vision blurred, and he felt his grip on the phone loosening, his strength ebbing away.

Then, the voice came back, but this time it was colder than ever.

“Very well. We’ll play it your way, General.”

Before the general could respond, the line clicked, and the connection went dead.

For a few seconds, the general stared at the phone in disbelief. He blinked, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

In the silence of the control room, General Yi’s hand slipped from the phone as his body sagged, drained of energy.

His head fell forward, and darkness closed in around him as he collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

Just then the door of the room was pushed open.