Alle Kapitel von Reborn in the Apocalypse: My Level-Up System : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

As soon as the pale grey light of dawn broke over the shattered horizon, Ara and Daniel slipped back through the reinforced rear doors of City Hall. The cold morning air bit at her cheeks, but her mind was moving faster than her pulse. Daniel’s words from the abandoned apartment still echoed, sharp and relentless. Silas. The name sat like a stone in her chest, yet she refused to confront him. An unproven accusation against the man who held the keys to their security grid would tear what little stability they had left into pieces. She needed proof. Real, undeniable proof.“I need to watch every move he makes,” she whispered to herself as they moved through the quiet corridors. Throughout the morning she kept a careful distance. When Silas entered a room she drifted toward the opposite wall. When he reached for a terminal her eyes tracked the precise movement of his fingers across the keys. She said nothing. She simply watched.It did not take him long to notice.Around noon, as she st

Ara stayed awake through the whole of that dark, suffocating night.Her heart hammered against her ribs as she shadowed Silas from the subterranean generator room, tracking his quiet, deliberate steps through the crumbling upper corridors of City Hall. When he slipped out a side exit and crossed the plaza toward the ruined apartment complex, she followed like a ghost, keeping low behind broken concrete and twisted rebar. The cold night air bit at her face. Every sound felt too loud—her own breathing, the soft scrape of her boots, and the distant groan of settling rubble.Silas never noticed her.He moved through the hollowed-out building with the ease of someone who had done it many times before. On the second floor he stepped into a high-ceilinged room where moonlight spilled through cracked brickwork in pale, broken stripes. From his coat pocket he pulled a small, curved piece of glowing glass. He tapped the surface until a harsh blue static light washed over his face.Ara pressed h

Ronan still didn't know what Silas really was, and that fact alone ate at Ara every time she saw the two of them together, laughing in the courtyard or swapping notes on defense pings like nothing had changed. Keeping it from him felt like its own kind of betrayal, a lie by omission that sat heavier every day she carried it. But without real proof, she couldn't say anything. Accusing Silas now would tear the team apart, cause panic, and push him to trigger his trap before they were ready for it.So she went looking for proof instead. She left the building with Freddy under the cover of a routine perimeter check, the two of them quietly working out a plan while they waited for the right window, moving slowly and deliberately so nothing looked out of place.As the sun dropped below the ruined skyline and the cold settled hard over the city, they locked themselves in a small windowless maintenance room on the third floor. For hours, they went over everything they knew about Silas. His ro

Daniel stayed at Ara's bedside for hours, refusing to stop checking her vitals for even a second. The cold air of the bunker pressed in around them, but he was soaked in sweat, hands raw from constant work, checking her pulse over and over without pause. He ignored the hunger gnawing at him and brushed off every one of Freddy's attempts to get him to rest, even for a few minutes.Near the door, Freddy sat slumped on a crate, eyes locked on the steel entrance, fingers twitching near his sidearm every time the pipes overhead groaned. He kept expecting Silas to come through that door any second. Hours passed. He never came.On the cot, Ara stayed completely still. Her breathing was slow, barely visible under the blanket. Her skin had gone pale and cold in a way that made her look less like a person and more like something carved out of stone.Looking at her, Daniel felt real terror for the first time in a long while, the kind that didn't care how much training he had behind him. "This dr

Daniel listened to the receding echoes of Ara’s boots as she walked away down the damp concrete corridor, a sharp, suffocating pain stabbing deep into his chest. It wasn't the agonizing ache of his fractured jaw or the bruised ribs left behind by Ronan's brutal fists; it was something far sharper, an unbearable weight born of helpless desperation as he watched the woman he was trying to save slip deeper into a treacherous web of violence and betrayal. He wiped a streak of dark blood from his chin with the back of his sleeve, forcing his battered body up from the floor of the subterranean bunker. Every movement sent fresh pain through his side, but he ignored it. The physical damage was nothing compared to the hollow feeling spreading under his ribs.A few minutes later, pushing through his exhaustion, Daniel caught up with Ara in a dull, dimly lit room tucked away in the secondary quarters. She was sitting alone on the edge of a narrow cot, completely motionless, staring blankly at th