REBORN IN THE CATACLYSM: I DUMP MY LEECH HUSBAND FIRST のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The helicopter’s rotors beat the air into a steady, mocking rhythm.Sarah hung in the open doorway, small pink jacket flapping, one soldier’s gloved hand locked around her upper arm. She was crying. Not the performative tears Chloe used to perfect in front of guests. Real ones. The kind that left her face blotchy and her voice broken.“Mommy!”The word hit harder than any bullet.Marcus’s voice rolled out of the loudspeaker again, smooth and delighted.“You hear that, Evelyn? She still calls you Mommy. Isn’t that sweet? Hand over the remaining samples and the coordinates of every storage site you’ve filled, and she gets to keep doing it. Refuse, and she learns gravity the hard way. Mom and Chloe are watching the live feed from the penthouse. Mom already poured champagne.”In the background of the open channel I could hear Beatrice’s thin, triumphant laughter and Chloe’s sharper voice cutting across it.“Marcus, don’t actually drop her. We still need her for the DNA leverage they talke

The welding continued through the day and into the night without pause.Howard’s remaining crew worked in rotating shifts under floodlights, sealing the outer blast doors one titanium plate at a time. The sound of torches and impact drivers echoed off the rock face like a steady heartbeat. I moved between them in silence, storing scrap, reinforcing weak points, and once—when a crane cable snapped—catching the falling plate in the spatial space before it could crush three men.By midnight the first outer seal was functional. Not perfect. Not yet rated for the twenty-year apocalypse I had paid for. But enough to stop a conventional assault.I left Howard with final orders and stepped into the void.Sarah was exactly where I had left her.The blue cradle of light held her in perfect stillness. Her small face was calm in stasis, dark lashes resting against pale cheeks. The pink jacket looked almost new under the soft glow. I stood over her for a long time, listening to the quiet loop of h

I reached the outer gate of the ridge with forty-one minutes left on Sable’s estimate.Howard had already sealed the secondary access road with a controlled rockfall. The main plateau looked different under full daylight—scarred, littered with the blackened skeletons of the previous assault, but the first outer blast door now stood closed and locked. Incomplete, Howard had warned over the encrypted channel, but functional against conventional force.I abandoned the van at the final checkpoint and covered the last stretch on foot. The permanent link to Sarah hummed steadily behind my sternum, a quiet counterpoint to the sharper awareness of the parasitic connection to Sable. Marcus floated in his own isolated cell inside the void, conscious, furious, and—according to the system’s limited readout—attempting to speak every few minutes.I did not release him.Howard met me at the main tunnel entrance, rifle slung, eyes hollow from too many consecutive shifts. “Outer seals will hold agains

The pathogen cloud did not behave like smoke.It moved with purpose, dense and luminous, spreading across the plateau in a low, rolling wave that clung to the ground and climbed any surface it touched. Where it met the remaining Shepherd fragments the reaction was immediate and catastrophic. The engineered organisms convulsed, their adaptive code colliding with raw Level-5 mutation agent. Some ruptured into inert slurry. Others began rewriting themselves in frantic, conflicting directions—sprouting extra sensors, discarding limbs, trying to evolve a defense that did not yet exist.Adrian Vance staggered back, one arm raised across his face. The personal defense field around him flared brighter, straining to keep the violet mist from reaching his skin. The silver trigger remained locked in his other hand.I stood at the center of the cloud and felt the system fight to keep me alive.[Cellular Adaptation: 53% → 61%][Pathogen density critical][Host immunity holding – feedback rising]P

The geothermal core came online at 04:12 on the second morning.Howard’s team had worked through both nights without complaint. The low, constant vibration of the turbines traveled through the rock like a second pulse. Lights shifted from emergency amber to clean white across the inner corridors. Air filtration cycled properly for the first time. The fortress was no longer a hole in the mountain. It was beginning to breathe.I spent the hours between system checks inside the void, expanding usable volume by compressing non-critical debris from the ridge battles into dense, inert blocks. Capacity climbed back toward safer margins. Cellular Adaptation continued its quiet repair work; the deep ache from the emergency compression faded to a distant memory.Sarah remained in provisional stasis, but the permanent link allowed short, controlled intervals of awareness. I used one of them to sit with her in the blue cradle and explain, in simple words, that the world outside was changing and t