Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 24: Show of Skill

As Ruel and Mei Feng navigated the RV Battleship into the base, the sight that greeted them was... chaotic.

A huge crowd of people milled about, a bizarre mix of tattered clothing, makeshift armor, and startling nudity.

Ruel stared, his eyebrows raised in sardonic amusement.

"Well, that's... a look," he commented, gesturing to a group of men wearing nothing but scraps of cloth around their waists.

"Hey, they stole my fashion sense, huh? Bloody copycats."

Mei Feng, despite the gravity of the situation, managed a small, shaky laugh. "Ruel, seriously? Now?"

They parked the RV in a relatively open area, the crowd parting around them like water around a boulder.

"Alright," Ruel said, turning to Mei Feng.

"You wait here. I'll go find some clothes for you. I'm not about to let these... specimens gawk at your fine body."

He gave her a reassuring smile, though his eyes held a hint of possessive warning.

He stepped out of the RV, the doors hissing shut behind him.

He surveyed the scene: a makeshift bazaar with stalls selling vegetables. Well obviously they were rottena dn stale veggies with sky rocketing prices. Rotten vegetables, dubious-looking canned goods, and shockingly expensive water, all were being sold here.

He saw groups of weary-looking people reinforcing the base's perimeter walls, their movements sluggish and resigned.

As he walked, searching for any sign of a clothing vendor,

he realized there wasn't one.

He couldn't exactly "borrow" someone's clothes, especially not a woman's.

"Sigh.. Shopping for Women's clothe.. is just a pain in the ass Huh" Just as he was about to turn back, he overheard a conversation.

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Hey, did you hear? The Boss is still out cold," a woman whispered, her eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah, he has been in coma for months now," a man replied, his voice grim. "And his wife... Anya? She's trying, butwhat can a woman do? she' already losing control of the base. The Base has a;ready been split into three factions, they say. "

"Haah...! Everyone's looking out for themselves."

"If it goes on, as the way it's going. Then a coup' happening is the least thing i would see"said a guy.

"A coup? You think there'll be a coup?" the woman asked, her voice trembling.

"Wouldn't surprise me," the man said. "She needs help, her husband's loyal subordinated are either dead or the remaining ones themselves are powerless."

"She needs a strong backing before it's too late. Otherwise, this place is going to tear itself apart."

Ruel's ears perked up.

"Anya, the gorgeous wife of the comatose Boss, if his earlier information was correct."

"Hmm..." A nasty idea, as he himself described it, began to form in his mind.

Ruel's smile widened slightly. "Interesting... a power struggle."

"Perhaps this base has more to offer than just a change of clothes."

"Perhabs she might have some new set of clothes, huh" he smiled evily.

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He turned back towards the RV Battleship, his expression aloof.

But as he approached, he saw a disturbing scene unfolding.

A group of men, emboldened by the lack of immediate authority, were surrounding the RV.

They were kicking and hammering at the armored plating, their faces contorted with anger and frustration.

"Bitch! Open the door!" one of them yelled, his face red with fury. "Or we'll tear this thing apart!"

Another man, wielding a makeshift hammer, smashed it against the RV, leaving a dent. "Yeah! We'll take what's ours!"

"We are the boss of this place, wherever we see becomes ours."

"So come out and offer it yourself, or else i will tear this metal shit down"

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Ruel saw, through the holographic display, Mei Feng inside, her face pale and tear-streaked, pleading with them to stop.

Ruel sighed, the holographic projection of his face flickering slightly with what seemed like boredom, not anger.

"Wait? Seriously? You'd have me believe this rabble is worth my time?" He glanced at the patrolman on the wall with a dismissive smirk.

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Mei Feng, inside the RV Battleship, her face still pale and tear-streaked from the earlier encounter,

pleaded with the men outside through the comm system.

"Please, just... just go away! We don't want any trouble! Can't we just... talk?" Her voice was trembling, barely a whisper.

Ruel watched the display, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face.

He observed the men surrounding his RV, their pathetic attempts to damage it, their impotent rage.

It wasn't anger he felt, but a twisted amusement, a dark thrill at their helplessness.

Like watching ants try to topple a mountain, he thought. So... futile. So... entertaining.

"Such... passion," he murmured, his voice a low purr, laced with sadistic anticipation.

"It would be a shame to waste it. All that... energy. I do love a good show."

He reached into his inventory, his hand closing around the hilt of his sword.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he activated his telekinesis skill.

The sword rose into the air, a silver gleam in the dull light, humming with restrained power.

"Let's give them a performance they won't forget", he mused.

The men surrounding the RV didn't even have time to register the change.

They were too focused on their futile attempts to breach the vehicle,

their faces contorted with frustration and a perverse glee at the thought of what they might find inside.

"Come on, open up, you rich bitch!" one of them snarled, kicking the RV's side with a heavy boot.

"Think you're too good for us, huh? We'll see about that!"

Another man, wielding a makeshift hammer, smashed it against the RV, leaving a dent.

"Yeah! We'll take what's ours! We deserve it! We're the ones who deserve it, not some... some joyriding tourists!"

"Ahhhhhh..." Then, the screams began.

"Ooo hu hu hu" It wasn't the roar of fury, but the high-pitched, desperate wails of agony.

The sword, guided by Ruel's twisted will, moved with a deliberate, agonizing precision.

It didn't simply slash; it played.

It sliced through the air, targeting the legs and arms of the attackers, but not to kill.

It carved, leaving ragged, bleeding wounds, severing tendons and ligaments.

"Aaaaaagh! My leg! What the fuck is happening?! I can't feel it!"

one man shrieked, collapsing to the ground, clutching his mangled limb.

His eyes were wide with disbelief and excruciating pain.

"My arm! It's... it's gone! Oh, sweet Jesus, it's gone!" another man screamed, his voice a broken, sobbing mess.

He stared at the stump where his arm used to be, blood spurting out in sickening pulses. "Help me! Help me!"

Ruel watched, his smile widening, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

He savored their suffering, the raw terror in their voices, the desperate pleas for mercy.

He found their pain... intoxicating. "Such lovely music," he murmured to himself, his voice a soft caress. "Almost... poetic."

The crowd, initially drawn by the commotion, now stared in frozen horror.

They looked up at the flying sword, its blade dripping with blood, and realized that this was no ordinary attack.

This was something... far more sinister. How the fuck can a sword fly in the air? and why is this something like this within their base.

They thought as their eyes glued at this flying sword, as it showed the play of power and cruelty.

"Ahhhh" Panic erupted.

People screamed and scattered, running in all directions, their faces pale and slick with sweat.

They stumbled over each other, desperate to escape the unseen force that was tormenting their companions.

Their cries of fear, being symphony to his ears.

"What is that thing?!" one woman shrieked, her voice hoarse with terror. "Some kind of demon?! Some dark magic?!"

"It's... it's him!" a man yelled, his eyes wide with primal fear, pointing at Ruel. "The one from the... the metal beast! He's doing this! We have to run!"

Ruel strode towards the RV Battleship, his face a mask of cold, sadistic pleasure.

Mei Feng, seeing him approach, her sobs finally stopped, as she watched him with teary eyes. She couldn't reconcile the man she thought she knew with the monster before her.

He reached the RV, his gaze locking with hers. He raised a hand, a silent reassurance that held no warmth, only a chilling promise of more to come.

"Don't worry, my dear," he seemed to say with his eyes. "The show's not over yet." Then, his eyes flickered back to the fleeing crowd.

He raised his other hand, directing the hovering sword. "Where do you think you're going? The finale is about to begin."

The sword moved again, its movements deliberate and cruel.

It didn't aim for quick kills. It prolonged the agony, drawing out the suffering.

It sliced, targeting the most sensitive and vulnerable areas, turning their bodies into grotesque parodies of themselves.

Their screams echoed through the base, a chorus of pain and despair, a symphony of suffering conducted by Ruel's will.

He was the conductor, and their agony was his masterpiece.

The carnage was a spectacle of calculated cruelty.

Those who witnessed it fled, their minds shattered, their screams a testament to the sadistic power of the man who controlled the flying sword.

Ruel, the center of this terrifying display, stood before the RV Battleship,

his expression serene, almost... peaceful, a silent declaration of his absolute control.

"Such... exquisite suffering," he murmured, a hint of a sigh in his voice. "A pity it has to end."