Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 472

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: Last Sunrise
By the time the sun rose, Su Jiyai’s team was already in position.

She had called in over a hundred trusted fighters.

Each of them had a role. Each of them knew the plan.

The institute was heavily guarded, just as Qin Feng’s intel had promised. Walls lined with barbed wires. Hidden snipers in the towers. Motion sensors. Underground labs with reinforced steel doors.

But Su Jiyai had planned everything to the second.

At 6:15 AM, a sharp whistle rang through the wind — the signal.

Then, chaos broke loose.

The first wave was swift and silent. Smoke bombs rolled under the front gate, clouding the guards’ vision.

By the time they reached for their weapons, it was too late — Su Jiyai’s superhuman had already scaled the walls, disabling sensors and slicing throats before alarms could even be pressed.

Inside, Madam Queen sat sipping her coffee in the control room, her fingers lazily scrolling through security feeds.

When the screen flickered and went black, her eyes narrowed.

“What is this?” she snapped.

A moment later, a new feed flashed to life — but it wasn’t the cameras.

It was Su Jiyai’s face.

She was standing in front of the gates, wind tugging at her coat, eyes glowing faintly red with rage.

“Good morning, Madam Queen,” Su Jiyai said with a chilling smile. “I hope you slept well. This will be your last sunrise. See you later.”

Madam Queen’s face twisted with rage. She slammed her hand on the desk. “How did she break in?! Kill her! Kill them all!”

Soldiers rushed out of their barracks, guns drawn — but they were met with fire.

Literally.

One of Su Jiyai’s elemental fighters raised his arms and unleashed a wave of fire that swept the first group off their feet, burning their weapons and melting their courage.

From the left side, a group of Su Jiyai’s sharpshooters picked off guards one by one with silenced rifles.

They moved like shadows, never staying in one place for long.

From the right, Qin Feng floated above the battlefield, using his psychic powers to crush steel doors and fling vehicles into enemy groups.

Every time someone tried to shoot him, their bullets curved mid-air and shot back toward them.

Madam Queen screamed orders from the intercom, but her voice was buried under the sound of explosions and gunfire.

In the underground labs, Su Jiyai’s tech team disabled the elevators and jammed the doors, trapping scientists inside until they surrendered.

Within thirty minutes, half the base was under Su Jiyai’s control.

By the one-hour mark, the rest had fallen too.

The final room was the control center. Madam Queen stood there with two guards and a gun in her hand.

But when Su Jiyai kicked the door open and walked in, the two guards rushed to attack Su Jiyai.

With the training she had been doing for the past few months, Su Jiyai easily overpowered them and dealt with them.

Turning around, she saw the room was empty and there were no signs of Madam Queen.

A twisted smile appeared on Su Jiyai’s face.

………..

Meanwhile, Madam Queen called the headquarters, and once the call was connected, she hurriedly said,

“I need reinforcement! Someone has dared to attack my base and might as well kill me, if I don’t take action quickly.”

“Got it. Sending 1200 people now. Please stand near the teleportation array to receive the reinforcement.”

The sound of boots echoed through the scorched hallway as more than 1200 reinforcements appeared, teleporting into the institute’s shattered base like a swarm of bees.

They were armed to the teeth — strong, focused, trained. Many of them were elites, proudly wearing insignias from their units.

With these people at her side, Madam Queen stood tall once again.

She clenched her fists, her lips twitching with fury as she marched straight toward the main control hall, the place that once belonged to her.

But when she pushed open the heavy steel doors, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Su Jiyai was sitting on her throne.

Her throne.

The same one Madam Queen used to issue orders from, now occupied by the very person who dared to destroy everything she had built.

Su Jiyai leaned back lazily, flipping through a thick folder full of experimental reports, her legs crossed, looking like she was browsing a magazine.

Madam Queen’s blood boiled. “Attack her!” she shrieked. “All of you! Kill her now!”

The 1200 fighters obeyed instantly.

Dozens of psychic users moved first, stretching out their hands and aiming at Su Jiyai from a distance.

Powerful waves of invisible energy pulsed through the air, targeted directly at her brain and nervous system.

Some tried to mess with her emotions, others tried to crush her mind with brute force.

But Su Jiyai didn’t even flinch.

Her blue eyes glowed faintly as she looked up, lips curling into a smirk. “Hello to you too.”

The psychic users frowned. That shouldn’t have happened. Even the toughest targets should have at least twitched in pain or gone dizzy.

One of them tried again, stronger this time. But it was like throwing pebbles at a mountain.

What they didn’t know — what they couldn’t possibly understand — was that Su Jiyai wasn’t just a regular superhuman anymore.

She was a werewolf, fully evolved. Her mind had become a fortress. Every psychic attack shattered against the walls of her will like fragile glass.

Not only that, she was wearing an SSS-rank armor set, specially forged from rare materials. It was nearly indestructible and immune to both physical and energy-based damage.

Whispers broke out among the psychic troops.

“How is she not affected?”

“She didn’t even blink…”

“This can’t be real—”

Before they could retreat or regroup, Su Jiyai raised her hand slightly and spoke one word, calm and sharp like a dagger.

“Crush.”

Every psychic ability user suddenly screamed.

Their eyes widened, and they clutched their heads like their skulls were splitting open. A few dropped to their knees. Others just collapsed in silence, falling like dominoes.

In less than ten seconds, 600 of the 1200 reinforcements were down, unconscious or barely breathing.

The room fell quiet except for the ragged breathing of the survivors.

Madam Queen’s face turned pale. “What… what are you?”

Su Jiyai stood up slowly, letting the report folder fall to the ground. Her black coat swayed behind her like a storm cloud, her blue eyes glowing brighter than before.

“I’m the end of this empire,” she said softly.

Madam Queen gritted her teeth and screamed, “Everyone left — attack her now!”

The remaining 600 soldiers rushed forward with all they had. Bursts of wind, water, thunder, wood, and fire filled the room. The air was full of blinding lights and roars. Some strong ability users dashed forward to attack physically — speed, strength, agility, all combined to crush her.

But the results were terrifying.

Su Jiyai stood there, completely untouched.

The fire attacks were absorbed into her body. She didn’t resist them — she welcomed them. Her skin seemed to glow for a moment as the flames became fuel.

The wind and water attacks simply disappeared mid-air, as if the space around her devoured them.

The wood attacks withered into ash before reaching her.

Thunder crashed, but the lightning bolts curved away, hitting the ceiling instead of their target.

The physical attackers didn’t even reach her. A pulse of energy knocked them back before they got close.

One by one, they started to back away in fear.

She hadn’t even moved.

This wasn’t a battle anymore. It was a massacre waiting to happen.

Su Jiyai’s boots clicked softly against the polished floor as she finally began to move.

Her pace was unhurried. Calm. Like a teacher walking through a classroom of misbehaving students.

The first soldier who dared to charge at her received a swift punch to the chest — not with full strength, but just enough to send him crashing through three steel walls before collapsing in a mangled heap.

The next tried to ambush her from behind, his sword coated in poison, aiming for the gap between her armor plates.

But Su Jiyai didn’t even look.

She tilted her head slightly, caught the blade between two fingers, and twisted.

The sword shattered like glass.

A backhand flick sent the man flying across the hall, where he landed in a pile of rubble and didn’t move again.

One by one, they came — thunder users, lightning dashers, dual bladesmen, even a rare sand manipulator who tried to trap her in a shifting pit.

None of it worked.

Su Jiyai’s awareness was too sharp, her reflexes too fast.

Her SSS-rank armor not only protected her physically but also gave her predictive feedback — a subtle shimmer on the edge of her vision would tell her exactly where the danger would come from seconds in advance.

She didn’t waste time on flashy moves. Every action was efficient, purposeful, and brutal.

A wind user tried to blind her with a gust, only to get caught mid-air by her telekinetic grip and slammed headfirst into the floor.

A group of five ability users tried to coordinate a combo — fire, thunder, gravity, illusion, and speed.

She moved right through them.