Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System
Chapter 97: Finally Awake

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Finally Awake

A few minutes ago, when everyone was busy fighting the black widow spider, Zhou Yinuo and Liang Zihan remained behind, trying their best to absorb the crystals Liora had left for them.

Their bodies were injured, weak, but their minds burned with the hope that if they could just regain a little strength, they might be able to return to the battlefield and help their friends.

But unnoticed by any of them, something strange began to happen. They were too focused on absorbing the crystals that they did not realize anything.

The crystals that lay beside them started to glow faintly, not with the usual gentle light, but with a wild, pulsing radiance. The energy within them trembled, then suddenly rose into the air like mist caught in the wind.

Soon it started floating toward the small child who still lay in silence on the ground beside them.

One by one, the crystals began to disappear. Their energy enveloped the child’s small frame and began sinking into his body without resistance. It did not matter what type of energy it was—fire, water, metal, or wood.

The energies that should have rejected him or caused him pain were instead drawn to him, welcomed by his presence. He did not distinguish between them too, and they did not push back. In a matter of minutes, nearly all the crystals had vanished, absorbed completely.

The child remained motionless, eyes closed, chest rising and falling softly.

Soon his eyelids trembled before slowly lifting, revealing a pair of dazzling blue eyes that shimmered like a calm sea under moonlight. For a moment, those eyes were hazy, unfocused, as if the world around him didn’t make sense. He blinked slowly, trying to take in his surroundings.

The ceiling above was unfamiliar. The air was filled with smoke, dust, and a thick scent of blood and venom. Distant sounds echoed through the hall—clashing steel, screeching cries, and shouts filled with pain.

His small brows drew together in a frown.

He sat up stiffly, his little hands resting on the ground beside him. His body moved with unusual steadiness for a child so young. But his eyes—those wide, glimmering eyes—searched the chaotic hall with confusion and fear.

Where was he?

Why was it so loud?

Why did everything look so scary?

The child’s face was soft and round, still full of baby fat. His cheeks had a natural pink hue, and his lips were small and pale, slightly parted in uncertainty.

His hair was dark and fine, falling in wispy strands across his forehead and down to his ears. He looked no older than four or five—small, delicate, like someone who should have been wrapped in blankets and laughter, not blood and terror.

His gaze flitted across the broken hall, scanning every figure he could see. His chest rose and fell quickly, little heart beating fast. He looked around, almost as if searching... desperately searching for someone familiar and someone safe.

A glimmer of hope flickered in his expression. When he finally found her.

Liora.

She was standing with a sword in her hand, far away from him. Her body was bruised and battered, her clothes torn in places. Blood ran slowly down her temple, her face pale, her breaths shallow. She looked like she had fought a battle she barely survived.

The child froze as he looked at her condition.

His lips trembled slightly. His soft eyes, just seconds ago full of innocent confusion, changed. His little face scrunched up, brows pulling together in pain. His lower lip quivered, but he didn’t cry. No sound left his mouth.

Instead, something else emerged in his eyes.

Anger.

The blue in his eyes darkened, like storm clouds rolling over a once-peaceful sky. The innocence in them began to fade, replaced by something much colder. His tiny fists clenched at his sides. His breathing slowed, no longer panicked and now focused.

He didn’t understand everything—but he knew one thing.

She was hurt.

And someone did this to her.

His gaze swept the hall again, this time sharper and full of focus. Until finally, it landed on the black widow spider.

It stood tall and monstrous, twitching and snarling, its eight glowing red eyes locked with his cold blue ones.

And the moment their eyes met, the storm behind the child’s gaze erupted.

The child didn’t flinch.

But the spider did.

Its body stiffened, and for the first time, it hesitated. It looked into the child’s glowing blue eyes—eyes that should have held only fear and confusion—but instead held something terrifying.

And then the pain began.

The black widow spider let out a strangled, high-pitched scream, its body thrashing violently.

The child’s gaze didn’t waver.

He didn’t move. He just stared.

And the spider screamed louder.

As chaos returned to the battlefield, none of the others noticed the child who had just opened his eyes.

The spider’s body jerked and writhed, legs flailing in panic. It hurled its body left and right, trying to break free of something it could not see. The people who had climbed onto it to find its weak points were all sent flying, smacked aside like toys. They crashed to the ground, groaning, blood flowing from fresh wounds.

But the spider kept screaming. Over and over again, it screeched in terror and pain, its body smashing against the walls and columns until cracks spread across the hall.

Then finally, it stopped.

With a violent tremble, its limbs gave out, and it collapsed on the ground with a heavy thud.

Liora had been thrown too, flung far across the room. Her back had slammed into the ground, her sword falling from her grip. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips, and her eyes were blurred as she struggled to breathe.

She blinked slowly.

Her vision started dimming as her heart pounded with fear. But somehow, her senses began to sharpen.

Something was wrong. Or different.

Her mind, barely conscious, was suddenly drawn toward the black widow spider. But not its body—its soul.

She could see it. The faint, flickering and unstable soul.

It thrashed in her vision like a trapped flame, its once solid black soul flickering violently, like it had lost control. The flame twisted into the shape of a little spider—but even that was coming undone.

The soul burned brightly, chaotically, then dimmed all at once. And right before her eyes...

It vanished.

The black flame died completely, leaving behind only silence. The black widow spider... was truly dead.