Apocalypse: I Have A Multiplier System-Chapter 511: Benefits Of Nanobots

Inside the wrecked bus, silence fell for a moment. Then Jiro let out a shaky laugh.

"We’re... still alive."

"I thought I was gonna die out there," Mali said, her eyes wide and watery.

Benta clutched the nanobot gently in his hands. "This little thing... it saved us."

All three of them stared at the tiny floating robot, still glowing faintly. It hovered quietly now, its job done.

Jiro slowly bowed his head toward it. "Thank you, little guy. Seriously... thank you."

Mali wiped her eyes and leaned forward. "Thank you, Boss Su," she whispered. "You made this. You saved us."

"I swear, when we get back," Benta said firmly, "I’m telling everyone about this. Everyone needs to know what Boss Su has done."

"Right!" Jiro agreed, his voice full of emotion. "No more second guessing her products. I’m gonna recommend this to every single person I meet."

Without warning, Mali grabbed the nanobot and planted a big kiss on its shiny metal side. "You’re not a robot," she said. "You’re a god!"

Jiro laughed and kissed it too. "Nano-God, thank you!"

Benta chuckled softly and pressed the bot to his forehead. "You have our respect forever."

The little robot blinked, as if shy from all the attention.

They stayed in the bus for another hour, catching their breath. Then, when the coast was clear, they limped their way back to Hope Base. They had injuries, yes, but thanks to the nanobot, none were deadly.

When they finally reached the downtown market, they didn’t even go home first.

They headed straight to the shop where they had bought the nanobots.

People were standing around, staring at the machine, still unsure whether to buy one or not. The price tag still blinked:

Nano-Guardian V1.0 — 2,000,000 Points

Two people stood in front of the screen, hesitating. "I don’t know... it’s really expensive..."

"Yeah," the other muttered. "And it’s so small."

Suddenly, Jiro stepped forward. "Buy it," he said loudly.

Everyone turned.

Mali and Benta stood next to him, their clothes ripped, dried blood still on their skin, but they were smiling.

"Don’t even think twice," Mali said. "This nanobot saved our lives."

"I thought we were going to die," Jiro said. "Morph zombies ambushed us. We had no time to run. But this little silver ball healed us."

Benta held up the same nanobot. "We’re standing here because of this. Believe it."

The two people who were hesitating stared in shock.

"You’re serious?" one asked.

Jiro nodded. "I’ll buy two more right now. For my family."

"I’ll buy two as well," Benta said.

He stepped forward and pressed the button.

The crowd watched in silence. Mali picked up her own, smiled, and tucked it into her belt pouch.

One woman, holding her little son’s hand, stepped forward. "Actually... I have a story too." She raised her voice just a little.

"My son fell and hit his head on a sharp pipe while playing near the scrapyard last week. I had just bought a nanobot that morning. It stitched the cut so fast. There was barely any blood, and he didn’t even cry."

Another man joined in.

"I gave one to my cousin. He lives far away, in a hunter’s camp. He got ambushed by a zombie beast while scouting. Everyone thought he was going to die, but the nanobot activated on its own. It sealed his stomach wound and stopped the bleeding!"

A small crowd started forming. More people nodded and mumbled in agreement.

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Far away, in a small, rundown base surrounded by damaged walls, the mood was completely different.

Inside the main hall, a group of angry survivors were gathered, shouting.

"We were sleeping, and the zombies just walked in!" a woman yelled, tears in her eyes. "How does that happen?!"

"Your nephew was supposed to guard the gates!" another man shouted, pointing at the base leader.

"He was asleep!" a teen boy added. "I saw him! He was snoring under the tower!"

The base leader raised his hands, trying to calm them. "Alright, alright. It was a mistake, yes. But my nephew is just a kid. It’s not such a big problem."

"No problem?!" someone shouted. "People almost died!"

"He’s lazy! Always misusing power! He thinks he’s a prince!" another shouted angrily.

The base leader’s face darkened. "Enough! If you don’t feel safe here, then leave."

The room went quiet.

The people looked at each other, stunned.

"You heard me," the leader said with a smug smile.

"Leave. But let me remind you: none of you are level 4 or level 5 superhumans. You’re level 1, level 2, or just normal humans. No other base will take you. Every big base wants strong people only. Weak ones like you will just be kicked out."

His words cut deep. Many clenched their fists, their faces full of anger, but no one dared speak.

"Go on," the leader added coldly. "I’ll give my nephew a warning. Now get out."

The people slowly shuffled out, angry and humiliated. Outside the base, they gathered near a half-broken fence, whispering.

"This is too much," a man said, his voice shaking. "We can’t stay here anymore. That guy doesn’t care about us at all."

"But what do we do?" a woman asked. "Every nearby base only wants strong people. We won’t even get past the gates."

"We can’t fight zombies above level 4," someone said, despair in their voice. "We’ll die before we even reach another place."

A long silence followed.

Then an old man spoke up. "There’s one base... Hope Base. I heard they accept everyone."

"Everyone?" someone repeated.

The old man nodded. "Superhumans, humans, doesn’t matter. As long as you pay."

"Really?" a few asked, their eyes lighting up.

"But isn’t Hope Base really far?" a girl asked. "Like... one month away?"

"Yeah, and we don’t have enough food or water," a man added. "And there are zombies everywhere."

Another man sighed. "And didn’t they stop their pick-up service?"

Everyone looked crushed again.

Then someone from the back spoke up. "I heard Hope Base recently released something called nanobots."

"Nano what?"

"Nanobots," he said. "Tiny robots. They can heal wounds, stop bleeding, even save you when you’re dying."

"No way..."

"I’m serious! Someone from my cousin’s base sent word. They used it during a hunt. One guy got hit real bad, but the nanobot saved him."

More heads turned.

"If we had something like that," someone whispered, "we wouldn’t need a doctor every time we got hurt."

"Exactly," the speaker said. "We could save money. And maybe... we could actually survive the trip."

Talk spread quickly. Hope Base suddenly didn’t feel so far away.

"We could have cheap food, safe housing, and we won’t be treated like garbage," one woman said softly.

"But... can we really make it?" someone asked.

A man stood up. "If we plan it right, maybe. We travel slow, find safe places, help each other. If we can just get nanobots somehow..."

Some of them had lit small fires to keep warm, while others sat on cracked cement blocks, talking in low voices about Hope Base and the nanobots. A little girl was drawing in the dirt with a stick, not understanding the heavy mood around her.

But hiding behind a crooked pillar nearby, the base leader’s nephew was watching and listening.

He had come outside, holding a piece of bread, pretending to be sorry. His uncle had forced him to come and apologize, saying, "Just say something nice. Make them feel better. It’s not a big deal."

But what the boy heard made his face twist in anger.

"They want to leave?" he muttered under his breath. "After everything we did for them? Feeding them? Giving them shelter?"

He clenched his fists. "Ungrateful ants."

He turned sharply, stomped back into the base, and rushed straight to the leader’s room. The base leader was sitting back, sipping from a metal cup. He raised an eyebrow when the boy came in, panting.

"Well?"

"They’re planning to leave," the nephew said quickly. "They’re talking about going to Hope Base."

The base leader froze. "What?"

"They were saying Hope Base accepts anyone—normal people, weaklings, whoever—as long as they pay. They want to go there. They even said the nanobots from that place can heal wounds and save lives."

The base leader slammed his cup on the table, spilling water everywhere. His face turned red with rage.

"They dare? After living here under my roof? Eating my food? Taking up space?!"

"They were talking like you were trash," the nephew added with a sneer. "They were saying you don’t care about them. They think Hope Base is better."

The leader stood up slowly, his eyes cold. He stared out the dusty window, watching the people gathered near the fence.

"So that’s how it is," he said darkly. "They want to run to Hope Base... let them."

"But uncle, they said Hope Base is far," the nephew said. "They don’t even have enough supplies. Most of them won’t make it."

"Exactly," the leader said with a cruel grin. "Then let’s make sure they don’t."

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