Alle Kapitel von Reborn in the Apocalypse: My Level-Up System : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

Ara ran, boots pounding against cold concrete, following the scream still echoing off the walls, the sound curling through the stairwell long after it should have died out. Ronan and Silas kept pace right behind her, their argument from minutes ago was forgotten completely as they pushed forward together.They turned into the lower corridor and found a crowd already gathered near the storage room, emergency lights throwing long shadows across the stone as players jostled for a look, gasping, some of them already backing away toward the far wall."Another one's dead?!" Eska screamed, hands over her mouth, backing away from the doorway. "Look….the wound's fresh! His throat was just cut! It's Kade!"Before Ara could push through, Eska pointed at the body's shoulder, and there it was—the same glowing purple mark, carved into Kade's neck, pulsing faintly just like it had on Trish, as if the two wounds were speaking the same cold language.Panic swept the hallway."Two of us in one night!"

The hooded man reached up and unlatched the mask covering the lower half of his face, the metal catch clicking softly in the cold air. Underneath, he looked older than she'd expected."My name is Victor Kane," he said, voice carrying easily across the empty concrete. "I built the system. I built the players. And whether you want to hear it or not, I built you too."Ara froze, knuckles going white around her knife, every muscle in her locking up at once. "You didn't create me," she snapped, eyes burning. "I'm my own person."He smiled, thin and cold, nothing in his eyes moving with it, like the expression was something he'd learned once and never quite mastered. "I engineered the conditions for your rebirth, Ara. The outbreak that drowned you in that river. The interface that caught your failing heart before it stopped for good. The second life you're so attached to. All of it was planned, down to the smallest detail."Ronan stepped out of the shadows, rifle up, sights locked on Victor

Back at City Hall, the fragile sanctuary they'd built was rapidly falling apart at the seams, and everyone inside it could feel it happening even if nobody wanted to say so out loud.Ronan hadn't slept in days. Dark shadows bruised the skin under his eyes, but his body kept moving anyway, driven by something that had stopped being adrenaline days ago and turned into pure, grinding desperation. He spent every hour planning, training, searching, pushing himself past every physical limit he had. He'd made a quiet, fierce promise to himself somewhere in the middle of all of it: he would not rest, would not stop, would not break, until Ara was back where she belonged.Down in the control center, Silas worked around the clock, fingers moving across the keyboard nonstop, trying to trace the fragile signal Ara had managed to send through. He barely ate. He barely spoke to anyone unless it was about the trace. After days spent fighting through layer after layer of military-grade interference,

Silas's plan was dangerously simple, but simplicity was all they had left in a situation this bad.He explained it fast through the static-heavy link, voice tight with urgency even through the distortion. He wanted to overload the auxiliary grid feeding the second facility, push maximum voltage through the subterranean breakers until the whole system collapsed under the strain. Once the main power died, every electronic lock in the building would fail open, and the blackout would blind the defense turrets long enough for them to move without getting cut down in a corridor."That gets you out during the chaos," he said, grim. "But there's a catch. The overload triggers a thermal cascade in the backup generators. It's going to take the whole building down with it. You'll have ten minutes. Ten minutes before this place comes apart completely."Ronan hated it instantly—every instinct in him rejected the idea of trapping Ara in another collapsing building after everything else that had alr

Ara stood on the roof, fists clenched at her sides, the name Veya had whispered still looping in her head. Every part of her rejected it. It was too cruel, too calculated, too impossible to believe that someone who'd shared blood, bread, and battle with them could be the one orchestrating all of this.She didn't say anything back to Veya. She just turned and walked inside, legs shaking badly enough that she had to lean against the stairwell wall to steady herself, the cold stone biting through her sleeve. Cold sweat broke out across her forehead as she ran through every interaction, every shared look, every decision made since the outbreak started. She decided not to tell anyone yet. She needed time—time to watch, to verify, before she accused someone and tore apart whatever was left holding them together.The building was quiet as she made her way through the lower corridors, most of the players finally asleep after days without rest, exhaustion winning out over fear for a few stolen