S Ranked Reincarnation: My Infinite Leveling System-Chapter 35: Aftermath
The echoes of their clash with Tao’s elite forces had faded, leaving only the grim tableau of the aftermath. Ning Que stood at its epicenter, his chest heaving, his eyes scanning the carnage.
His team was scattered around him, nursing wounds and gasping for breath. The ground was a graveyard of broken bodies and discarded weapons, a testament to the price of their survival. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
But Ning’s mind wasn’t on the battlefield. It was lost in the clearing, replaying the moment the man had appeared—the man who called himself a "preview." The phantom weight of his condescending gaze pressed down on him. "You’re nothing."
The words had been a precision strike, not against his body, but against the very foundation of his existence. He had felt something deep inside him tremble with a primal fear, a dread that the very fabric of his reality was unraveling.
The crack in space wasn’t just a visual anomaly; it was a sign. The System, the power that defined him, wasn’t a program. It was a language he was only just beginning to understand, a living entity with a will of its own. And for one terrifying moment, he had gone deaf to it.
"Focus," he whispered, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet. He squeezed his fists, knuckles white, willing the connection back into being. The System, his power, flickered faintly within him, a dying ember fanned by desperation.
He closed his eyes, shutting out the devastation, and reached inward. The air hummed, a low vibration that resonated in his bones as the System finally responded.
[SYSTEM REBOOTING...]
[ERROR 734 RESOLVED... CORE INTEGRITY RESTORED]
A ragged gasp tore from his lungs as power surged through him, hot and electrifying. The connection snapped back into place, a flood of data and sensation that was both overwhelming and profoundly comforting. The weapons, the tools, the very essence of his abilities flickered to life in his mind’s eye like cherished, long-lost friends.
[USER: NING QUE]
[CLASS PATH: RECLAIMER—FULL SYNC RESTORED]
[SYSTEM READY]
The world snapped into sharp, crystalline focus. His mind felt honed to a razor’s edge, his senses screaming with input. The familiar weight of the blade in his hand was no longer just a piece of metal; it was an extension of his will.
The relief was so profound it almost brought him to his knees. He hadn’t understood the depth of his reliance on it until it was gone.
But the peace was a fleeting illusion. The fight was far from over.
"Is everyone alright?" Ning’s voice cut through the silence, steady and controlled, though a tremor of the fear he’d just conquered lingered beneath the surface.
Lian Zhen pushed herself up from a piece of debris, wiping a smear of grime from her cheek. She shot him a look dripping with her signature sarcasm.
"Is that your big, dramatic speech? After all that? We were seconds away from being turned into bloody paste, and you’re standing there looking like you just won the lottery instead of a slightly delayed death sentence."
Ning’s jaw tightened, but he refused the bait. He turned to face them all, his mind already calculating their next move.
"The running stops here. We can’t keep this up. Not from them, not from Tao." He took a breath, his gaze hardening with resolve. "We need answers. And the only place we’re going to get them is from the Guild itself. We’re going to the Headquarters."
Lian let out a sharp, humorless laugh that echoed unnervingly in the quiet clearing.
"The Guild? Have you completely lost your mind, Ning? I thought you were just reckless, but this is a whole new level of stupid. They’ve broadcast your face across every network, labeled you a Grade-A threat. You want to just waltz into their front door? You’re not walking into the lion’s den; you’re gift-wrapping yourself and ringing the dinner bell!"
"They won’t get the chance." Ning countered, his voice unwavering. "We aren’t going there to surrender. We’re going there to expose Tao. If we can present irrefutable proof of what he’s been doing in the shadows, creating these unsanctioned units, hunting us down... we can force their hand. We clear our names by burning him to the ground."
Viera, ever the voice of caution, hesitated, her eyes darting between Ning’s determined face and the smoldering bodies around them.
"She’s right, Ning. It’s too risky. Look at what they sent after us out here. What do you think they have waiting for us at their central command? An entire garrison?"
Linx, who had been silently examining his wrist device, finally looked up, his fingers still tapping at the screen.
"It’s not about stopping them," he said, his tone analytical. "It’s about moving faster than they can possibly react. The one thing they won’t expect is a direct assault on their most secure location. They’ll assume we’re hiding, running for the outer rim. A frontal approach is insanity. And that’s its only advantage."
Lian Zhen crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Ning, a strange, calculating glint in her eyes. She was silent for a long moment, a slow, bitter grin spreading across her lips.
"Well, this is a real treat. You know, I thought you’d lost your mind before, but now you’re actively begging for a cage. But what the hell? Tao’s men will hunt you. The Guild will hunt you. What’s the difference? They’re all just dogs on a different leash." She shrugged, the grin widening. "Fine. If you’re going to get yourself killed, I’ll at least get some fun out of it."
"I’m not getting killed," Ning said, his eyes hard as flint. "And neither are you. We do this together. And we use their own tech to get in."
He jabbed a finger toward the crumpled form of one of Tao’s fallen soldiers, its black armor glinting. Without a word, Linx was on it. His fingers flew across a control panel on the soldier’s gear, prying it open with practiced ease.
He extracted a small, compact device and, after a moment, a sleek, arrow-headed hover vehicle unfolded from it, its surface shimmering. Linx was already plugging his own device into its console, overriding security protocols and syncing its navigation.
"We’ll move fast," Linx muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Stay low, use their own encrypted channels for navigation. But if their central security flags us, we’ll have nothing to fight back with. We’ll be a sitting duck."
Lian was already strapping herself into one of the passenger seats.
"So we’re borrowing Tao’s toys now. I love it. Real subtle."
"Just keep your head down," Ning ordered, sliding into the pilot’s seat. The controls felt intuitive, an extension of his newly restored System. "We get in, we get the data to the right people, and we get out. No one gets caught today."
The hover vehicle lifted off with a whisper-quiet hum, hugging the scorched earth before shooting into the sky. They flew low and fast, a black dart against the bruised twilight, avoiding established routes and the prying eyes of Guild surveillance.
The journey was a wire of pure tension. Ning’s mind kept drifting back to the man in the forest, to the crack in the universe. It wasn’t a weapon or a skill. It was something else. Something fundamental.
As the monolithic structure of the Guild Headquarters pierced the skyline, Ning’s heart hammered against his ribs. It was a fortress of glass and steel, a beacon of order that, for them, promised only chaos.
They were on the final approach when the vehicle suddenly lurched, a violent, sickening jolt.
"No," Linx whispered, his face pale. "They’ve locked onto us. Security breach. We’ve been compromised."
The controls in Ning’s hands went dead. The vehicle jerked again, pulled by an unseen tether. He felt a cold dread wash over him. This wasn’t a standard security net. This was an ambush.
A trap sprang with perfect timing. An invisible wall of energy shimmered into existence directly in their path, and they slammed into it with a deafening crash. The world dissolved into a maelstrom of screeching metal and shattering light.
When his vision cleared, the first thing Ning saw was Lian Zhen, stepping gracefully from the wreckage as if she were stepping out for a stroll.
Her expression was placid, unreadable, but the familiar sarcasm in her eyes was gone, replaced by something cold and sharp as surgical steel. Her lips curled into a smile that held no warmth, only triumph.
"Well," she said, her voice a silken, venomous purr. "That was fun, wasn’t it? I have to admit, I didn’t think it would be this easy."
Ning’s blood turned to ice.
"Lian?"
Her cruel smile widened.
"Tao’s been expecting you, Ning. He was getting impatient." She took a step back, her form already seeming to melt into the shadows at the edge of the crash site. "And now... now it’s time to take you where you belong."
Before he could even process the betrayal, she was gone, vanishing with the silent efficiency of a phantom. The trap wasn’t just set. They had walked into it with their traitor at the lead.
A sharp, cruel voice, amplified and metallic, echoed from hidden speakers around them, dripping with mocking satisfaction.
"Welcome back, Ning Que," it sneered. "I’ve been waiting for you..."
