Doomsday Reboot: My Superpowers Absorb Everything

As Li Hu's shouts were swallowed by the scraping sound of the skeleton guards' bone armor, Lin Ye was carrying Su Ya and running wildly through the ruins. The girl's blood flowed down his back, the warm liquid soaking through his protective suit, carrying a faint rusty smell—it was blood infected with the virus, and it even made his skin feel numb when it came into contact with it.

"Put me down..." Su Ya's voice was weak and feeble. At the wound on her shoulder, pale blue veins were spreading visibly. "I'm infected..."

"Shut up!" Lin Ye's voice was hoarse as dark purple energy flowed from his fingertips into her wound, attempting to suppress the spread of the virus. The moment the energy touched the pale blue blood vessels, it exploded like ignited alcohol. Su Ya groaned in pain, but it also slowed the spread of the virus.

Zhao Feng followed behind them, his military knife forming a metal net that continuously deflected the pursuing skeletons. His left shoulder was slashed open by the Bone King's bone spikes, leaving a deep wound that exposed the bone. Beneath the black scab, pale blue blood vessels were also writhing, clearly affected by the virus.

"This virus can spread through the wound!" Zhao Feng cleaved through an oncoming skeleton, the metallic luster of his saber growing increasingly dim. "My superpower is about to give way!"

In Lin Ye's perception, the Bone Corpse King's energy reaction was like a moving sun, chasing after him from the direction of the military warehouse, at nearly twice the speed of before. The skeleton guards infected by the virus had also become exceptionally powerful; their broken bones could be pieced back together, and ordinary swords and blades were simply ineffective against them.

"Run to the purification station!" Lin Ye suddenly turned and rushed towards the purification station. "Zhou Ming's water-based ability might be able to freeze the virus!"

This decision was risky but reasonable. The purification station's water tank contained a large amount of clean water, and Zhou Ming's cryogenic ability might be able to temporarily suppress the virus. Moreover, the complex network of pipes there was suitable for escaping pursuit.

As they passed through an abandoned residential area, Su Ya suddenly coughed violently, the blood-tinged froth tinged with pale blue. She clutched Lin Ye's collar, her voice weak yet unusually clear: "Brother Ye... take the seeds back... the fields can't be left to fallow..."

She carried a cloth bag filled with newly collected vegetable seeds, which she had intended to take back to the base to plant. Lin Ye's heart clenched as if gripped by something. He pressed his hand against her back, channeling more dark purple energy into her body: "Don't talk nonsense! You must plant them yourself!"

Zhao Feng suddenly cried out in pain. His left arm was completely covered in a pale blue color, and the muscles beneath the skin were writhing wildly, as if countless worms were crawling inside. He swiftly drew his military knife and, without hesitation, stabbed it into his shoulder, attempting to sever the infected arm.

"No!" Lin Ye grabbed his wrist just in time. "Cutting off his arm won't help; the virus has already entered his bloodstream!"

The roar of the Bone Corpse King grew closer, and suddenly the ruins behind it collapsed, revealing a skeleton covered in bone spikes emerging from the ground—the evolved Bone Corpse King. It was now over six meters tall, its bone armor covered in barbs, and its giant axe was shrouded in pale blue viral mist. With each step it took, blue poisonous spots seeped from the ground.

"Run!" Lin Ye pushed Zhao Feng aside and turned to face the Bone Corpse King. Dark purple energy condensed into a shield in his palm, forcefully blocking the powerful axe blow.

"clang--!"

With a deafening crash, Lin Ye was thrown backward and slammed into an abandoned oil tank. The tank exploded, spewing gasoline that was ignited by the viral mist on the Bone Corpse King, instantly engulfing it in flames.

"Run!" Lin Ye roared at the dumbfounded Zhao Feng, then charged into the sea of ​​fire again, his military dagger, imbued with the energy of the "Devouring" mark, stabbing at the joints of the Bone Corpse King.

The Bone Corpse King roared angrily from the flames, sweeping its giant axe and sending Lin Ye flying again. But this time, the energy of the "Devouring" seal successfully seeped into its joints, and dark purple and light blue clashed violently in the bone crevices, emitting pungent white smoke.

"It works!" Lin Ye endured the excruciating pain and gathered his energy again. "Its joints are its weak point!"

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, his military knife transforming into dozens of sharp spikes, which he aimed precisely at the Bone Corpse King's knee. The Bone Corpse King staggered, its figure in the flames momentarily frozen.

Just then, a familiar bugle call came from afar—it was the outpost's distress signal!

Lin Ye's heart sank. The stronghold never sounded the horn lightly unless it was facing annihilation! He looked to the east, and sure enough, smoke rose from the direction of the stronghold. The black column of smoke twisted in the sky like a desperate venomous snake.

"Something's happened at the base!" Lin Ye's voice trembled. "Zhao Feng, take Su Ya to the purification station! I'm going to the base!"

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Feng roared. "The Bone Corpse King hasn't been dealt with yet; going back now is just suicide!"

"That's my home!" Lin Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and dark purple energy surged wildly within him. "My sister and my companions are inside! I must go back!"

He ignored Zhao Feng and turned to sprint towards the stronghold. Behind him, the Bone Corpse King broke free from the flames and let out a deafening roar, clearly regarding him as its primary prey, and chased after him with its long, bony legs.

Zhao Feng watched Lin Ye's resolute retreating figure, then glanced at the unconscious Su Ya in his arms. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the purification station. He knew that only Zhou Ming could save Su Ya now, while Lin Ye... perhaps could only pray for his own good fortune.

Lin Ye pushed his speed to the limit, his military boots kicking up countless pebbles as he stepped on the ruins. He sensed the chaotic energy activity at the stronghold; familiar auras of his comrades were rapidly disappearing, while a strange, blood-stained energy was raging—human auras, and in considerable numbers!

"It's the remnants of Black Wind Stronghold!" Lin Ye realized instantly. After Black Wind Stronghold was defeated by them, the remaining forces had been hiding in the shadows, and they had obviously taken advantage of their battle with the Bone Corpse King to launch a sneak attack on their undefended stronghold!

The closer they got to the stronghold, the stronger the stench of blood became. The rice paddies outside the fence were trampled into a mess, newly sown seeds and tender green seedlings mixed in the mud, like crushed hope. Several guards of the stronghold lay outside the fence, their throats slit, their faces frozen in shock.

"Xi'er! Grandpa Zhang!" Lin Ye roared as he rushed into the stronghold, his eyes wide with horror at the sight before him.

The stronghold was engulfed in flames; tents were ablaze, and the corrugated iron roof of the granary twisted and distorted in the fire. The Black Wind Stronghold men, wielding machetes and spears, were indiscriminately slaughtering the civilians. Several elderly farmers tried to resist with their hoes, but were easily cut down. Lin Xi, her hair held by two burly men, had tears streaming down her face, yet she bit her lip tightly, refusing to cry out.

"Let her go!" Lin Ye's dark purple energy erupted instantly, rushing forward like a purple lightning bolt. His military dagger slashed through the air, cutting the throats of the two burly men simultaneously, their blood splattering onto Lin Xi's face.

"Brother!" Lin Xi threw herself into his arms and finally couldn't help but cry.

"Don't be afraid, brother's back." Lin Ye hugged her tightly, his gaze sweeping over the outpost, his heart aching as if being stabbed. Old Zhang lay beside the campfire, his iron cane broken in two, a spear embedded in his chest; Zhou Ming's water tank had been blown open, clear water mixed with blood flowing on the ground, the old man nowhere to be seen; Lin Jianjun leaned against the watchtower, an arrow protruding from his abdomen, his rifle still clutched tightly in his hand…

"Kill him! Avenge One-Eyed Dragon!" The leader of Black Wind Stronghold was a burly man with only one eye, clearly One-Eyed Dragon's younger brother. He charged into the forest, axe in hand, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

Lin Ye shielded Lin Xi behind him, his dark purple energy coalescing into a claw that, without any frills, directly tore open the burly man's chest. His eyes were as cold as ice, and with each step he took, a Black Wind Stronghold member fell. There was no pity, no hesitation, only pure slaughter.

The roar of the Bone King echoed from outside the stronghold, and pale blue viral mist began to seep into the fence. But Lin Ye seemed oblivious; his world consisted only of revenge and protection. The dark purple energy on his military dagger grew increasingly intense, even beginning to corrode his own skin.

"Brother! Watch out behind you!" Lin Xi's exclamation brought him back to his senses.

The Bone Corpse King had broken through the fence, its giant axe, carrying a cloud of viral mist, slashing down. Lin Ye, carrying Lin Xi, rolled on the ground, barely dodging the attack. A large crater was cleaved in the spot where they had just stood, and blue poison spots spread rapidly.

Beset by enemies, the remaining forces of Black Wind Stronghold had been decimated, but the arrival of the Bone Corpse King meant that the destruction of their stronghold was imminent.

Lin Ye looked at Lin Xi, who was shivering in his arms, and then at his fallen companion, and suddenly made a decision. He handed Lin Xi to a surviving young man: "Take her to the purification station, find Zhao Feng and Su Ya, and tell them... the stronghold can't be held, let them live."

"Brother! I'm not leaving!" Lin Xi cried out, grabbing his clothes.

"Listen to me!" Lin Ye's voice carried an undeniable authority as he gently wiped away her tears. "Watch over the fields for me, and when I return... plant new seeds."

He pushed Lin Xi away, turned to face the Bone Corpse King, and dark purple energy surged wildly within his body, even beginning to devour his own life force. This was a forbidden use of the "Devouring" seal, which could grant immense power in a short time, but at the cost of burning one's own life.

"Today, it's either you die, or I die." Lin Ye's voice was hoarse, but unusually firm. He knew he might not survive, but at least he had to buy time for the survivors to escape, and make these beasts pay the price.

The Bone Corpse King roared, and its giant axe swung down again. Lin Ye did not dodge; he condensed dark purple energy into a long blade and charged towards the giant axe.

Purple and blue energies collided at the center of the stronghold, bursting forth with dazzling light that devoured the flames, the wailing, and the figure guarding their home.

At the distant purification station, Zhao Feng watched the light emanating from the direction of the stronghold and silently clenched his fist. Su Ya lay beside the water tank, Zhou Ming using his cryogenic ability to freeze the virus in her. A tear slid down the corner of the girl's eye, as if she sensed something.

Above the ruins, the smoke of war still rises, like a desperate elegy. But at the end of the elegy, perhaps new hope is quietly sprouting—like those trampled seeds, as long as there is soil, one day they will break through the earth again.