Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System
Chapter 98: Tiny Hands and Trembling Hearts

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Tiny Hands and Trembling Hearts

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the area as the massive body of the black widow spider crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Everyone was stunned and terrified as they stared at the massive corpse of the mutated black spider that had terrorized them just moments ago. Its body lay unmoving on the blood-soaked ground, thick black fluid oozing from its many wounds. Its head was cracked open by itself and was bleeding heavily with dark blood.

No one dared to speak and question anything as most of them were too injured to even question what was happening. Only Zhou Yinuo and Liang Zihan simply stood there with terrified expressions. Just what happened? Did the massive spider die just like that... or was it another trap to lure the humans in?

But what about that one final screech that echoed in their ears before it had collapsed? It did not look fake at all. It was really filled with agony and pain. But whether it was enough to take the life of the spider, they did not know.

After all, how can a massive mutated black widow spider die just like that?

Both looked at each other, their faces still pale from fear and exhaustion, before slowly, cautiously stepping toward the spider’s body to confirm it was truly gone. In their haste and nervousness, they even forgot to look at the child who was staring blankly at the dead body of the spider before he finally stood up on his little legs and started walking.

At one corner, Liora wanted to move too. She wanted to see it for herself—to know that the nightmare was finally over. But her body wouldn’t listen. Or whether her power could truly see someone’s life and death... she wanted to confirm it.

But she lay there on the cracked ground, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. Her limbs refused to move, her strength completely drained. Every inch of her body pulsed with unbearable sharp pain, like her bones were being crushed from within.

The system’s voice echoed faintly in her head.

[Warning: Host’s health is deteriorating rapidly. It is advised to take a healing potion.]

Liora tried to respond, to move even a finger, but her muscles trembled with weakness. Her vision blurred, the edges of the world beginning to fade. Still, she willed herself to focus and summoned a Level 1 potion from her inventory.

A soft glow appeared in her hand as a Level 1 healing potion materialized. It was one of the many she had earned from slaying zombies and mutated spiders.

But her hand lay limp on the ground, unable to lift the bottle to her lips.

Blood trickled from her mouth. Her clothes were soaked with crimson. Each breath came shallow and ragged, and her chest felt tight, as if something heavy sat on top of it.

Her eyelids drooped.

Her mind began to fade.

"Host’s health is deteriorating..." the system said again, voice now faint in the distance.

Liora knew she was slipping into unconsciousness. The battle had taken everything from her. She had pushed too far to kill that annoying spider. Just when the last remnants of the world began to disappear, she felt something.

A small hand. Warm, soft, and shaky.

It touched her cheek gently, almost like a whisper of comfort. Then, it fumbled with the potion in her hand.

Tiny fingers pried the bottle from her grip and tilted it toward her lips.

Liora’s lips parted slightly, more out of instinct than awareness. The potion touched her tongue. Its familiar taste spread through her mouth as the liquid slid down her throat.

And then... relief.

It wasn’t much, but the pain dulled ever so slightly. Her breathing eased. And Liora took more Level 1 potions from her inventory, a single one was not enough to heal her injuries at all.

And it seemed the small hand also understood it as it moved quickly, lifting another potion, feeding her again. The second bottle went down easier. Then the third. One after another, the child helped her drink the potion like water.

Liora wasn’t sure how many she had taken. Her dazed mind couldn’t count.

But she could feel it.

Her wounds were closing. Her strength was returning bit by bit. The bleeding had stopped. Her muscles no longer screamed in pain.

She managed to open her eyes, just a sliver, to gaze at the wonder of those small gentle hands. And there he was.

A small child, no older than five or six, kneeling beside her with teary blue eyes that shimmered like jewels under the dim light. His little hands were still clutching the empty potion bottle, his face pale with worry as he clenched his little fist.

Liora blinked. Her mind cleared as she recognized those eyes.

A memory flickered in her heart, a gentle laughter, tiny hands wrapped around hers, the scent of wildflowers, and the boy who used to follow her with a smile.

A soft smile spread on Liora’s lips. And before she knew, a whisper left her lips without even her knowing. Her voice was hoarse and weak, barely more than a whisper.

"...Eli."

The boy’s eyes widened instantly as he heard the familiar name.

Tears welled up again, overflowing this time, and before she could say another word, he threw himself into her arms.

He hugged her neck tightly, burying his face into her shoulder as he sobbed.

"Eli..." she whispered again, one hand trembling as she reached up to hold him.

"Shh... don’t cry," she murmured, voice shaking. "I’m here now. Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you..."

But the child didn’t stop crying. If anything, he sobbed harder, as if everything he had held in—the fear, the pain, the loneliness—was finally being released.

Liora felt his small body trembling in her arms. Her own heart clenched at the sound of his soft sobs. She slowly sat up, her body still sore but now capable of movement. She gathered Eli in her arms and held him close, wrapping him in a protective embrace.

She could feel his heartbeat against her chest.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. She felt her heart clench as his sobs continued growing. Liora tried to remember those hazy memories that suddenly appeared in her eyes and the familiarity she felt with the little boy. No doubt she knew him, and the boy recognized her too.

But who was he? Was he someone related to the original owner of this body? Liora almost forgot about it—that it was someone else’s body. She was comfortably living in the body without any worries.

Which made her forget that there may be a family of the original owner... but Liora never wanted to find the family of the original owner. What if they found out that something was wrong with her and tried to burn her alive like a witch?

She still had not forgotten those stories her queen grandmother taught in the past...

But looking at the little boy, Liora felt more than just familiarity. It was not like he was just familiar to the body. She also found him familiar, like she had known him—but quite couldn’t point it out.