Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Chapter 460: Madam Queen
Dirt streaked his face, and a thin trail of dried blood marred the corner of his lip.

But his eyes— those strange, luminous amber eyes—held a quiet fire. He didn’t cry. Didn’t beg.

He just stared straight ahead.

Unblinking.

Defiant.

The figure in the chair leaned forward slightly, allowing the dim light to fall upon her face—Madam Queen, in charge of that laboratory.

“Kid, you have too much courage. What do you think? How long could you have run before my soldiers would capture you, huh?”

The child remained silent. There was no fear in his eyes as if nothing could scare him.

Madam Queen smiled, but the words coming out of her mouth were cruel.

“He is challenging me with his eyes, say…what do I do with such a type of human? Lock him up and give him no food for the next 3 days. It’s better if he starves to death!”

“Yes, Madam Queen.” The soldiers bowed.

“Also, starving won’t be fun, lock him in the cold room for the next 3 days. If he could survive, then he is indeed worthy of a piece of bread; if he couldn’t, then its fate.”

The child gritted his teeth and chanted in his heart,

‘I will survive!’

Even if the world has to end, he will survive. Because nothing mattered more than living.

Though from the moment he was born, nothing good has ever happened, he had survived.

It was as if the gods wanted him to survive.

So this time too, he would survive.

………………..

The next day.

Su Jiyai woke up and bought meals from the system.

Looking at the luxurious meal on her table, her thoughts wander.

‘Did he eat food? Will he be hungry?’

However, no one answered her. Su Jiyai lost the mood to eat and stored her breakfast in the inventory.

Qin Feng, who had come out of the shower, raised an eyebrow and asked,

“Boss Su, aren’t you going to have breakfast?”

“No. I am not in the mood.” Su Jiyai said with a small smile.

Qin Feng looked at Su Jiyai, who was sitting at the table without touching her food.

His brows furrowed slightly as he walked over with a towel slung around his shoulders, his hair still damp.

“Boss Su,” he said gently, “you need to eat. Skipping meals won’t help find your brother.”

Su Jiyai didn’t reply at first. Her gaze was distant, her heart heavy. But Qin Feng didn’t give up.

He sat down beside her and pushed the plate a little closer.

“What if he’s hungry too? Wouldn’t he want his sister to stay strong and keep looking for him?”

Su Jiyai blinked. For a moment, her eyes welled up. Then, slowly, she picked up the spoon and nodded. “You’re right.”

Qin Feng gave a small smile. “Of course I am. Now eat. I’ll feel guilty if you get sick.”

After they finished breakfast, they both got ready. It was finally time to leave for the long journey.

Outside the base, the alliance’s official leader and leaders from a few small bases had gathered.

Altogether, nearly twenty people were present.

They chatted, waited for the final checks to complete, and admired Su Jiyai’s stunning vehicle—an SSS-Rank car that gleamed like a treasure from another world.

Just as Su Jiyai was about to step into her vehicle, a voice called out from behind.

“Wait for me!”

She turned, only to see Zi Anchen strolling over with a shameless smile.

“Boss Su,” he said, acting all casual, “mind if I hitch a ride with you?”

“No.” Su Jiyai answered flatly, not even looking at him twice.

Zi Anchen wasn’t discouraged. He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice, his tone suggestive, “Are you sure? I can offer any kind of payment… any kind.”

Su Jiyai’s expression didn’t change. Without a word, she turned and stepped into her car, closing the door firmly behind her.

Zi Anchen stood there awkwardly, rubbing his nose.

But just then—

BANG!

A loud sound echoed from the left side of the parking lot. Everyone’s attention snapped to a black military truck—smoke was coming from the back of it.

A group of soldiers gathered around, shouting and inspecting the damage.

General Liu stormed over, his face full of anger. His clothes were slightly dusty from checking under the vehicle.

“General Dong!” he shouted. “Someone tampered with my car! I can’t ride this thing anymore!”

General Dong, who was standing nearby with his arms crossed, looked completely unbothered. He shrugged.

“Too bad,” he said casually. “I don’t have space in my vehicle for you.”

General Liu’s face twisted in disbelief. “What? We’re on the same side! You have three extra seats!”

General Dong narrowed his eyes and gave a mocking smile. “Doesn’t matter. I’m only bringing my own men. There’s no space for freeloaders.”

“You—!” General Liu clenched his fists. “Fine! Then give me another vehicle! I’ll drive myself.”

General Dong lazily waved his hand. “No can do. The military doesn’t have fuel to spare for personal rides. It’s already a stretch.”

General Liu’s eyes widened in rage. His face flushed red. Then he gave a short, bitter laugh.

“Haha… Wow. So this is what it’s like, huh?” he said, staring at General Dong. “You just don’t want me to go, and hence used such a petty trick?”

General Dong smiled,

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Admiral Ru, who had been standing to the side watching the entire exchange with his hands behind his back, suddenly spoke up in a calm, unaffected tone,

“General Liu, your presence or absence won’t change the outcome of this mission. General Dong is going on behalf of the military. That’s sufficient.”

The words, though not directly hostile, were like a slap to General Liu’s pride.

His jaw tensed, and he clenched his fists, his shoulders squared with stubborn defiance.

“I refuse to believe that this is how we handle things now—cutting out people who’ve contributed just because of politics,” he said through gritted teeth.

Without waiting for permission, he began walking from one group to the next, asking if anyone had room in their vehicle or any spare transport.

Some of the smaller base leaders were sympathetic, but they spoke with apologetic expressions.

“Even if I want to help,” one said, rubbing the back of his head, “my tank’s barely full. I won’t make it halfway if I bring one more person.”

Another leader, a woman with twin braids and sharp eyes, shook her head. “I’m sorry. All our seats are taken.

Even our cargo hold’s packed.”

Others weren’t even trying to hide their reluctance.

Some avoided his gaze entirely, pretending to be busy with last-minute checks.

A few wanted to help but admitted they neither had a spare vehicle nor any extra fuel to power one. It became evident that only one possibility remained.

General Liu’s eyes slowly turned toward the sleek, futuristic car parked at the edge of the gathering.

Boss Su’s SSS-Rank car.

Unlike the others, it wasn’t burdened with crates or crowded with soldiers. It gleamed under the sun, pristine and clearly under capacity.

General Liu hesitated for a second before squaring his shoulders and walking toward her.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, someone cut him off.

A base leader with a sour expression stepped forward, clearly still holding a grudge. He had previously asked Su Jiyai to let him ride along, but had been politely declined.

“She won’t say yes,” he declared smugly, crossing his arms. “Boss Su prefers to travel alone. Don’t waste your breath.”

The atmosphere tensed. A few people exchanged looks, curious to see how Su Jiyai would respond.

But instead of answering the man, Su Jiyai turned her gaze toward General Liu. Her expression remained cool, unreadable. After a beat, she gave a slight nod.

“You and your subordinate can come with me,” she said plainly.

The shift in the air was immediate.

General Liu’s eyes widened, and for the first time since the sabotage, his face lit up with relief.

“Thank you, Boss Su!” he said, bowing slightly in genuine gratitude.

His subordinate, who had remained quietly behind him the whole time, gave a respectful salute and echoed the thanks.

Without another word, the two made their way toward her car, clearly thrilled.

They had ridden in her vehicle once before, and they hadn’t forgotten how unbelievably spacious, smooth, and technologically advanced it was.

It felt less like a car and more like a luxury lounge in motion.

The other leaders were stunned. Some looked confused, others envious.

“She let General Liu ride with her?” someone whispered.

“I thought she didn’t take passengers,” another murmured.

“She refused Zi Anchen, but not him?”

General Dong, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes, displeased.

But Su Jiyai paid no attention to the whispers or stares.

The mere fact that Admiral Ru didn’t want General Liu to come with everyone was enough to tell her that General Liu needs to be present.