Doomsday Reboot: My Superpowers Absorb Everything

As the corpse of the corrupted dragon began to stiffen, Lin Ye was squatting in front of the newly turned soil, watching Su Ya awaken the sunflower seeds with the green energy at her fingertips. The moment the tender shoots broke through the soil, the silver markings on his right arm suddenly heated up, as if tiny electric currents were running through them—those markings originating from the corrupted dragon's cells were resonating strangely with the energy of the newly born plants.

"These patterns..." Su Ya's fingertips gently brushed across his scar. Where the green energy and the silver patterns touched, a faint glow appeared. "It seems to help plants resist radiation."

Lin Ye looked down and saw his shadow fall on the soil. In the shadow of the silver pattern, several seedlings that had been somewhat wilted were quietly straightening their backs. He remembered what Dr. Chen had said: "The Corrupted Dragon Gene can devour everything." Perhaps this was the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint among all things. Within the power of destruction, there was also the possibility of protection.

Zhao Feng limped over, his left arm bare, the wound wrapped in thick bandages—a wound he had severed himself with a military knife to stop the spread of the corrosive liquid. He carried a metal box filled with items he had found on the third floor of the laboratory, which jingled and clanged together.

"Old Chen didn't die in vain." Zhao Feng threw the box on the ground, kicked open the lid, and a dozen glass tubes containing a pale blue liquid rolled out. "This is a weakened version of antiviral serum. Although it can't cure the bone-corroding fluid, it can enhance resistance to mutated viruses."

Lin Ye picked up a glass tube. Sunlight refracted through the liquid, creating tiny, fragmented spots of light. He could feel the energy inside was gentle and pure, unlike the aggressive energy of the Corrupted Dragon Cells.

"How are the Iron Hoof Alliance members doing?" Lin Ye asked.

"Seventeen are dead." Zhao Feng's voice was low. "The rest are camped outside. I had Lao Zheng lead them to clean up the corpses of the rotten dragons first, because those things will pollute the land when they rot." He paused, then looked at Su Ya and Lin Xi, who were tending to the seedlings. "I plan to move the Iron Hoof Alliance's stronghold here and merge it with yours."

Lin Ye was somewhat surprised, but not astonished. After going through life and death together, even the strongest barrier will develop cracks, and the seeds of trust often fall into these cracks.

"The purification station is too small." Lin Ye pointed to the hillside to the west. "That area is higher and has easier access to water, making it suitable for building a new city wall."

"That's what I was thinking too." Zhao Feng smiled, his scar not looking so ferocious in the sunlight. "I have some people in my group who know about construction, so we can use the steel bars salvaged from the biochemical lab to build a fortress that can defend against level nine mutants."

For the next two weeks, the open space outside the valley became lively. Ironhoof Alliance members used cranes to lift steel bars, while the survivors of the stronghold, under Suya's guidance, cultivated the land, diluting the antiviral serum they found in the laboratory and watering the newly sown seeds.

Lin Ye's right arm gradually adapted to the presence of the silver markings. He discovered that he could sense the condition of plants through the markings; if a plant was lacking water or infested with insects, the silver markings would warm up slightly to alert him. Sometimes, he could even infuse the seedlings with dark purple energy, making them grow faster and stronger, as if the "Devouring" mark and the silver markings had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

That evening, Lin Xi suddenly pointed to the eastern sky and screamed. Everyone looked up and saw a flock of black birds circling overhead, their wingspans reaching three meters, their claws gleaming like iron hooks—they were mutated vultures, attracted by the stench of the rotting dragon.

"At least fifty!" Li Hu hoisted his rocket launcher, aimed at the flock of birds, and exclaimed, "Damn it, they're here to die as soon as I caught my breath!"

"Don't use the rocket launcher." Lin Ye stopped him, pointing below the flock of vultures. "They're following something."

In the shadows of the flock of birds, a dozen or so figures could be vaguely seen running, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying large and small bags, as if fleeing for their lives. Leading them was a tall, thin man, wielding a machete and slashing at the pursuing mutants—remnants of Black Wind Stronghold!

"What a small world," Zhao Feng spat, gripping his military knife. "Perfect, let's take them all out at once."

Lin Ye's senses expanded, revealing a group of shadow corpses following behind the Black Wind Stronghold members, moving with lightning speed—the same kind that had ambushed the stronghold last time. Behind the shadow corpses, an even more powerful energy was approaching, carrying a chilling aura, like… remnants of Elder Crow's bone domain.

"Something's wrong." Lin Ye's silver markings suddenly flared intensely as he pointed towards the direction behind the Black Wind Stronghold members. "They're leading the horde of corpses here!"

Zhao Feng's expression changed: "These bastards! They want us and the zombie horde to both suffer heavy losses!"

"Have Suya take the seedling nurserymen into the lab for temporary shelter," Lin Ye told Li Hu. "You lead the rifle team to guard the low wall on the east side. Arrows soaked in antiviral serum can penetrate the Shadow Corpse's defenses."

"And what about you?" Suya grabbed his arm, the silver patterns touching her green energy, emitting a soft light.

"I'm going to check on what's behind me." Lin Ye's dark purple energy condensed in his palm, intertwining with the silver light of the silver pattern. "Although Elder Ya is dead, his bone domain is still there, so there must be a new controller."

Zhao Feng patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go with you. It'll be a good opportunity to test the power of my one-armed weapon."

The two charged towards the Black Wind Stronghold members. The tall, thin man grinned maliciously when he saw them: "Perfect timing! Let you taste the power of a zombie horde!"

Lin Ye, too lazy to waste words with him, unleashed a burst of dark purple energy and silver patterns, forming a purple-silver light wall. The shadow corpses at the forefront crashed into the light wall and were instantly purified into ashes. The Black Wind Stronghold members, not expecting him to become so strong, retreated in fear, only to have their escape routes blocked by the shadow corpses behind them, screaming as they were torn apart.

"It's Elder Crow's disciple!" Zhao Feng pointed to the black-robed figure behind the horde of corpses. The man held a white bone staff and was controlling the shadow corpses. "This kid inherited Elder Crow's Bone Domain!"

Upon seeing them, the man in black robes waved his staff, and the bones on the ground suddenly rose up, forming a wall of bones that separated Lin Ye and Zhao Feng from the others. The shadow corpses surged towards the bone wall like a tide, crashing against the bones with a crackling sound.

"Can your silver pattern break through the bone domain?" Zhao Feng's military knife cut off an incoming bone spike, sweat streaming down his forehead.

Lin Ye's silver markings were burning hot. He could feel the energy flowing within the bone wall, like streams of black liquid. He infused the silver markings with dark purple energy, and the markings on his right arm suddenly lit up. The purple-silver light spread across the ground, and wherever it passed, the bones melted away, revealing the writhing black threads inside—the energy core of the bone domain.

"Now!" Lin Ye shouted.

Zhao Feng's military knife transformed into a streak of light, precisely piercing the black threads. The bone wall collapsed instantly, and the black-robed man let out a scream as his staff flew from his hand. Lin Ye seized the opportunity to rush over, grabbing the man's throat with his purple-silver energy claws and lifting him up.

"Speak! How many people are left in the Black Crow Hall?" Lin Ye's voice was icy.

The man in black robes struggled, his eyes filled with venom: "We are everywhere... Once the 'Corpse Mother' awakens, you will all die..."

"The Corpse Mother?" Lin Ye's heart sank.

The man in black robes suddenly laughed, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth: "She's... in the heart of the city... waiting for us..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of black mist that disappeared into the ground.

The shadow zombies lost control and immediately descended into chaos. Li Hu's rifle squad seized the opportunity to open fire, and the bullets soaked in antiviral serum proved effective; the shadow zombies fell one after another, their bodies rapidly decomposing.

After the battle, Lin Ye stood amidst the corpses, his unease growing stronger. The "Corpse Mother" mentioned by the black-robed man, and the city's heart, all made him vaguely aware that the Black Crow Hall's conspiracy was far from over; the Corrupted Dragon was merely an appetizer, and the real terror was yet to come.

Zhao Feng walked over, holding a map he had found on the man in black robes. On it was a complex symbol drawn in blood, resembling a curled-up fetus, marking the location in the city's central square.

"Is this the location of the Corpse Mother?" Zhao Feng frowned.

Lin Ye nodded, the silver pattern still slightly warm, as if warning him of something. He looked at the people cleaning up the battlefield. Su Ya was using green energy to soothe the frightened seedlings, Lin Xi was helping the Iron Hoof Alliance soldiers bandage their wounds, and Li Hu was inspecting the captured weapons.

"Looks like we need to go to the city center." Lin Ye's voice was firm. "No matter what the Corpse Mother is, we can't let her wake up."

Zhao Feng folded the map and put it in his pocket: "I'll go with you when the fortress is almost finished." He patted Lin Ye on the shoulder, "But for now, let's take care of dinner first. Old Zheng said he stewed mutated wild boar meat and added potatoes that Su Yatou grew."

As the sun set, wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys above the valley. Lin Ye watched the framework of the fortress being built and the sunflower seedlings growing vigorously in the fields. His unease was gradually replaced by a stronger emotion—the determination to protect.

No matter how many dangers lie ahead, no matter how terrifying the Corpse Mother is, as long as they are together, as long as the seed can still sprout, there is meaning in continuing the fight.

His silver markings glowed slightly, as if responding to his thoughts. In the distant city center, a faint energy seemed to be pulsating, like a heart awakening, with a cold, unsettling pulse.