Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Narak

In an unknown place filled with tall, broken-down buildings, the air was heavy with a foul, metallic smell.

The sky above was gray, casting shadows that danced like ghosts.

Inside one of the tallest, most ruined towers, a figure sat cross-legged on a throne of jagged bones.

Narak, a level-12 Zombie King, was cultivating.

His pale, bloodless skin glowed faintly under the dim light, and the veins on his arms pulsed as though alive.

In front of him lay chunks of raw, dripping meat, which he occasionally brought to his lips.

He chewed slowly, savoring the taste, the blood staining his sharp teeth. His glowing red eyes were closed, and his energy focused inward.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the broken metal door. It creaked loudly as it was pushed open.

A zombie stepped inside, looking almost human. His dull gray skin and faintly glowing eyes gave him away, but his movements were careful and respectful.

“My King,” the zombie said, bowing low. “I bring news.”

Narak didn’t open his eyes. His voice was low and icy when he spoke. “Speak.”

The zombie hesitated for a moment, his hands twitching nervously.

“Black Ray Base and the Hua Tribe… They have both been taken down, my King.”

Narak stayed silent, his stillness making the air in the room grow colder.

The subordinate zombie, feeling the weight of his King’s silence, dared not speak further.

After a long pause, Narak’s frown deepened.

Without opening his eyes, he asked in a voice sharp enough to cut through steel,

“What of Rover Base?”

The subordinate flinched at the question. His shoulders slumped slightly as he stammered,

“My King… Rover Base… we failed.”

At this, Narak’s eyes snapped open, glowing with a fiery red light. His cold glare bore into the subordinate.

“Failed?” His voice carried a dangerous edge. “Why?”

The zombie swallowed hard, struggling to find the words.

“It… it was because of someone called Boss Su,” he finally managed to say.

Narak’s eyes narrowed. “Boss Su?”

“Yes, my King,” the zombie said, his voice trembling.

“She… she took over the base and used her superpower to create a barrier around it. None of our forces could break through. The barrier keeps all zombies out.”

For a moment, Narak said nothing, his crimson eyes boring into the floor as he processed the information.

The room grew so quiet that the faint rustle of the wind outside could be heard.

Finally, Narak leaned back on his bone throne and waved his hand.

“Order the zombies at Rover Base to stop attacking,” he said coldly.

The subordinate looked up in surprise but didn’t dare interrupt.

Narak continued, his tone icy and calculated.

“Tell them to stay near the base. The humans inside will eventually run out of food. They’ll have no choice but to leave. And if this ‘Boss Su’ is as powerful as you say, she will eventually run out of energy. When that happens…”

He paused, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Then, and only then, will they attack.”

The subordinate nodded quickly. “Yes, my King. I will deliver your orders immediately.”

He turned to leave, but before he could take another step, Narak’s voice stopped him.

“Wait.”

The zombie froze, turning back slowly. “Yes, my King?”

Narak’s red eyes gleamed with a strange light. “The one called Boss Su… do not kill her. Bring her to me, alive.”

The subordinate’s eyes widened slightly in shock, but he quickly masked his expression. “Alive, my King?”

Narak leaned forward, his gaze intense. “Yes. I want to convert her with my own hands. She will serve me.”

The subordinate nodded, though his movements were slow, almost hesitant. “As you wish, my King.”

He turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the empty hall.

Alone once more, Narak closed his glowing eyes and resumed his cultivation.

The faint hum of energy surrounded him as he focused, the room darkening with his aura.

The fate of Boss Su was now sealed in his mind, and no one could stop him from carrying out his plan.

………………

In Hope Base.

Yuan Xin who was focusing on the task, felt a wave of dizziness.

With blurry eyes, he looked at the floor and was surprised.

There was a gun on the ground. Yuan Xin bent down to pick but, he found nothing.

When regained his senses and saw the empty floor, Yuan Xin started to wonder if he had contracted some mental illness.

For the past few weeks, he kept on seeing weapons on the floor and whenever he tried to pick them up, they would vanish.

Yuan Xin sat there for a moment, staring at the empty floor.

His hands were still outstretched as if trying to grab the gun that had vanished again.

He let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his eyes.

“Maybe I really am going crazy,” he muttered to himself.

He leaned back against the cold wall and tried to calm down.

For weeks, these strange visions had been bothering him.

Guns, knives, even grenades—they would just appear out of nowhere, lying on the ground like they were waiting for him.

But every time he tried to touch them, they disappeared like smoke.

“Yuan Xin, are you okay?” a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around, he saw Huo Ning.

“I’m fine,” Yuan Xin said quickly, standing up and brushing the dust off his pants.

Huo Ning tilted her head, her expression doubtful. “You don’t look fine. You’ve been zoning out a lot lately. Is something bothering you?”

Yuan Xin hesitated. Should he tell her? He didn’t want people to think he was losing it. But Huo Ning wasn’t the type to judge.

After a moment, he sighed and decided to tell her. “Okay, but promise you won’t laugh.”

She nodded seriously. “I won’t. What’s going on?”

He glanced around to make sure no one else was nearby before speaking in a low voice.

“I keep seeing weapons on the ground. Like, just lying there, right in front of me. But when I try to pick them up, they vanish.”