Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System - Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Zombie Attack
Admiral Ru’s eyes locked onto Su Jiyai’s. His smile twisted into something colder, sharper, deadly.

“You know too much,” he muttered, voice eerily calm. “You die today.”

Su Jiyai’s eyes narrowed. That tone… it wasn’t fear. It wasn’t a defeat. It was final.

Her instincts screamed.

She moved backward, fast as lightning, throwing up a flame shield around her just as a strange glow began to pulse from his chest.

And then—BOOM.

A violent explosion rocked the room.

The blast hurled metal, dust, and searing heat across the chamber like a storm. Flames licked the ceiling. The shockwave shattered every nearby panel.

Su Jiyai landed hard against a far wall, coughing through smoke.

Her flame shield flickered out. Her arms were scraped, her clothes slightly charred, but she was alive.

Her expression, though, turned grim.

“That… wasn’t him,” she muttered, standing slowly, brushing off dust. “That was a clone. A damned decoy.”

…..

Back inside her RV, the air was cool and dimly lit by a soft blue light. Su Jiyai stepped in and was instantly greeted by Qin Feng, who looked up from his desk.

“You’re back,” he said, concern in his voice as he noticed her scorched sleeves. “What happened?”

Su Jiyai didn’t answer right away. She walked to the side table, poured herself a glass of water, and told him everything.

“So he is indeed a devil’s pawn, and has the audacity to announce his real identity to you without any shame, but it was all a clone.” Qin Feng asked with clenched jaws.

Su Jiyai nodded.

Qin Feng’s brow furrowed. “Then… the real one?”

“Maybe he would act like a goody two shoes in front of everyone.” Su Jiyai said flatly, sitting down and running a hand through her messy hair.

Qin Feng leaned forward. “He knows you know about the Devils.”

“I told him on purpose,” Su Jiyai replied, lips curving into a smirk.

“Let him panic. Let him tell the rest. They’ll come to silence me now.”

“And you want that?” he asked.

She nodded once. “Yeah. Saves me the trouble of hunting them all down.”

They both fell silent.

Click.

The sound of the door unlocking echoed through the small space.

Both Su Jiyai and Qin Feng snapped their heads toward the entrance.

And stepping out… was the boy.

“…You’re awake?” Su Jiyai asked gently, lowering her guard.

The boy’s eyes met hers, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. Then he walked forward slowly, bare feet padding quietly across the floor.

He stopped in front of Su Jiyai and looked up at her.

“You got the paper?” he asked, voice soft but steady.

Su Jiyai’s expression melted into something tender. She nodded, lips curling up into a warm smile.

“I did,” she said. “Thank you.”

The boy blinked, like he hadn’t expected her to say that. “Did it help?”

“A lot,” Su Jiyai replied honestly. “I feel very happy.”

The boy nodded, then he paused and asked,

“So, can we pick a name for me?”

Su Jiyai froze, before a soft smile appeared on her face.

Her brother…he was finally accepting her…

“Yes!” She said cheerfully.

“What are you happy about? It’s just choosing a name.” The boy rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifted upwards.

Qin Feng could only think of one word for the boy.

Tsundere!

Su Jiyai scooted over on the couch and patted the space between her and Qin Feng. “Come on, let’s pick something good for you.”

The boy hesitated for a second, then walked over and sat, arms folded, like he was trying not to care. But his eyes—his eyes sparkled with quiet excitement.

Qin Feng grinned. “How about Gou Dan?”

The boy blinked. “What does that mean?”

“Uh… dog egg,” Qin Feng said, trying to keep a straight face.

Su Jiyai snorted into her water.

The boy stared. “Are you trying to get me bullied by everyone later?”

“Alright, alright,” Qin Feng said, laughing. “What about Da Pang?”

“Let me guess,” the boy said dryly. “Big… fat?”

“Exactly!”

“I’ll name you Da Pang if you say another dumb one.”

Qin Feng held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! I’ll be serious.”

Su Jiyai smiled, watching them bicker. Then she said softly, “How about something strong? You’ve been through a lot, and you still stand tall.”

The boy looked thoughtful. “I want something that means… unbreakable.”

“Hmm.” Qin Feng leaned back. “What about Qiang Zhi? It means ‘strong will.'”

The boy repeated it under his breath. “Qiang Zhi…”

Su Jiyai tilted her head. “It suits you.”

The boy looked down, then up at her. “…I like it.”

“Then it’s settled.” Qin Feng gave a mock salute. “Welcome to the team, Qiang Zhi.”

The boy, Qiang Zhi, tried not to smile.

Tried.

But it was there, small and real.

Dinner was simple—stir-fried vegetables, dried meat, and some soft rice.

The three of them sat around the small fold-out table in the RV, sharing bites and light conversation.

Qiang Zhi was quieter than usual, though his eyes flickered often between the two older figures. He was listening carefully, curiously.

Su Jiyai occasionally caught him watching her, but she didn’t comment.

Not tonight. Tonight, they were a family. Just for a moment.

After dinner, Qin Feng cleaned up while Su Jiyai made Qiang Zhi take some medicine. He grimaced but didn’t complain.

When he lay down on the RV’s spare bed, he didn’t even argue about the blanket. That alone told Su Jiyai just how tired he still was.

By 10 p.m., the RV was quiet. The soft hum of energy from the solar generator filled the silence.

But that peace didn’t last long.

BEEP.

Su Jiyai’s eyes snapped open. The system alert had been faint, but her instincts were sharper. She glanced at the time—4:02 a.m.

A second later, Qin Feng appeared beside her bunk, fully awake.

“You feel that?” he asked quietly.

She nodded. “Something’s wrong.”

Qiang Zhi sat up too, rubbing his eyes. “Why’s the air… heavy?”

All three moved to the window. Su Jiyai slowly pulled back the curtain.

Outside, a dense fog hung low over the parking lot, unnaturally still. And in that fog… shadows moved.

Dozens of them.

“Zombies,” Qin Feng muttered, jaw tight.

“Not just any kind,” Su Jiyai added grimly. “Those are level fives.”

In the early morning gloom, they saw twisted forms—taller, leaner, faster than the average undead.

Their eyes glowed faint blue, a sign of partial intelligence. One of them even tilted its head like it was listening.

Qiang Zhi stepped back, tense. “I’ll get my shoes—”

“No.” Su Jiyai’s voice was firm. She turned to face him, arms crossed. “You’re staying inside.”

“But—”

“You’re still recovering,” she interrupted. “You haven’t even adapted to your new name yet. I won’t let you go out there and get hurt.”

“I can help,” he argued, frustration rising in his voice.

Su Jiyai knelt down in front of him, her eyes gentle but unwavering.

“If you see me as your sister… then listen to me just this once. Let us handle this.”

Qiang Zhi opened his mouth, then slowly closed it. He stared at the floor before nodding, quiet and reluctant.

Su Jiyai stood and gave him a soft pat on the head. “Good.”

Outside, the air was thick with menace.

The moment they stepped out of the RV, Qin Feng summoned his blade—a sleek weapon with a core of lightning running through its edge.

It was a cultivation technique he had learned.

Su Jiyai’s flames flickered to life around her fists, dancing in orange and gold.

“You think this is Admiral Ru’s retaliation?” Qin Feng asked, eyeing the undead.

Su Jiyai’s gaze was fixed forward. “I’d bet my left hand it is.”

“Not the right one?”

“I still need that one to punch his face.”

They launched forward as the first zombie screeched and charged.

Su Jiyai met it head-on, leaping into the air before slamming her fist down, flames erupting on impact.

The zombie’s body burst into burning pieces, hissing as fire ate through corrupted flesh.

Another came from her side, moving with terrifying speed.

She twisted mid-air and kicked it with such force its skull cracked open before it hit the ground.

Qin Feng wasn’t slacking either.

He danced through the horde with precise, lightning-fast strikes, his blade slicing clean through necks and limbs.

Blue sparks flickered every time he connected, sending shockwaves rippling through multiple targets at once.

“These aren’t wild,” he called out. “They’re moving in formation!”

“Exactly,” Su Jiyai said, spinning in place and flinging fireballs like comets into the mob. “He’s testing us.”

“Then let’s show him the results.”

Su Jiyai charged into the thick of it, her super speed a blur. With each punch and sweep of her leg, she sent bodies flying.

She moved like a storm—flames, fists, and fury combined.

She grabbed one of the smarter-looking zombies by the throat, lifting it effortlessly before igniting her entire arm and reducing the creature to ash.

The rest of the horde hesitated.

They’d noticed.

Qin Feng cracked his neck and sent a surge of lightning down his sword.