I Awakened The Ancient Vampire System

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: The Second Wave (1)

The meeting began with Darius Cole, the second strongest person in the room, speaking first.

"The cure." He leaned forward, forearms on the table. "Where are we?"

A researcher from the Starveil Tower’s medical division stood — a thin woman with grey hair and tired eyes. "The Green Plague is a living compound. It replicates on contact with biological tissue and rewrites cellular function at the genetic level. We’ve identified the base structure, but every time we think we’ve found a weakness, the compound adapts."

Helena Vance frowned. "Adapts?"

"Self-modifying. As if it were designed to resist treatment."

Rothgar Ironside slammed his fist on the table. Bam. "Then who designed it?"

Silence.

Kael Morrow spoke quietly. "We believe a Dark Order water mage is responsible. The green rain wasn’t natural rainfall laced with a plague — the rain itself was created. A water-type ability user with sufficient skill could generate rain clouds, infuse them with a biological compound, and distribute it over an entire city. The rain was the delivery mechanism."

"The Dark Order has someone that powerful?" The Border Integrity Force representative asked the question on everyone’s mind.

"They attacked the Starveil Tower with a Grand Core Realm master," the Task Force representative said grimly. "They orchestrated a coordinated beast horde and a plague attack simultaneously. Yes. They have people that powerful."

The head of the Starveil Tower — the Peak Grand Core Realm cultivator — spoke for the first time. His voice was deep, unhurried. "The beasts remain a threat. The retreat was temporary. Our analysts believe they were called back, not repelled. They will attack again."

Darius nodded. "And the Dark Order forces that breached the tower — we haven’t confirmed they’ve left the city. They could be hiding anywhere."

Deputy Director Hoffman cleared his throat. "The World Government is deploying additional researchers to New Geneva. Elite healers, plague specialists, and alchemical teams are en route. The cure will be resolved."

No one responded to that.

The meeting continued — discussing wall reinforcements, patrol rotations, civilian management, and the logistics of feeding a sealed city. But the underlying tension never faded.

Meanwhile, Iris and Ryan returned to the medical lab.

Liang Feng was already there, reviewing data on a screen. Her knowledge of viruses, poisons, and plagues was extensive

"I’m joining you," Liang Feng said without looking up. "Three minds are better than two."

Ryan nodded.

Three days passed.

The plague numbers climbed to sixty thousand infected across New Geneva. The medical wing was overwhelmed — beds in the corridors, patients on the floor, healers working eighteen-hour shifts until they collapsed from exhaustion. Some of those healers collapsed because they’d been infected by their own patients.

Ryan and Iris worked desperately alongside the tower’s researchers, but progress was negligible. Every promising lead turned into a dead end. Every compound they synthesized was neutralized by the plague’s self-modifying structure.

Then it got worse.

People who had been stable — showing mild symptoms, responding to supportive treatment — began deteriorating without warning. Green veins that had been static suddenly spread. Organs that had been functioning began failing.

Liang Feng discovered why.

"The plague has a delayed activation phase," she said, her voice flat with the weight of the realization. "Initial infection shows mild symptoms while the compound embeds itself into the host’s cellular structure. After approximately seventy-two hours, the embedded compound activates simultaneously across the entire body. The actual infection count is far higher than what’s being reported — most infected people don’t know they’re infected until the activation phase hits."

The quarantine zones expanded. Entire districts were sealed off. Soldiers enforced the borders — many of them infected but asymptomatic, unknowingly spreading the plague further with every person they checked or restrained.

Tension between civilians and authorities reached a breaking point.

Protests erupted in the safe zones — hundreds of people gathering in plazas and outside government buildings, shouting demands for answers, for food, for release. "Let us out!" "You’re killing us!" "The seal is the real plague!" Soldiers lined up in riot formation, mana shields raised, faces tight.

Food distribution became inconsistent — supply routes disrupted by the quarantine zones, delivery personnel afraid to enter infected districts, warehouse workers falling sick. Some safe zones went a full day without rations.

Deputy Director Hoffman gave another speech reassuring the people.

"This is a temporary measure. The World Government is fully committed to resolving this crisis. Remain in your designated safe zones and follow the instructions of—"

The speech played on screens throughout the city. People watched with hollow eyes. Some turned the screens off. Some threw things at them.

The words rang increasingly hollow.

Some of the infected were already dying.

Meanwhile, Lucian and his girls spent their time cultivating.

In the Château Lumière, Lucian sat cross-legged in his room working through the Elipse Sword Art’s second form with the comprehension boost from the Sword Intent Comprehension Shard.

Clara cultivated in her room next door, focusing on her new SS-Rank abilities. Gravity Manipulation and Lunar Authority were raw, unrefined, but the Starveil Pool’s comprehension boost had given her a foundation to build on. She spent hours visualizing gravitational fields, compressing space, learning to manipulate weight and pressure with the same intuition she’d once applied to ice.

Rose sat quietly in her own room, working on her Aegis barriers. The Force Evolution Manual from the tournament was open beside her, and she practiced the techniques described within — Force Amplification, Force Pulse, the early foundations of Force Domain. Her Bastion bloodline pulsed faintly as she worked, the green glow stronger than before.

They trained. They waited. They tried not to think about the dying city outside.

On the fifth day of the seal, the sky above New Geneva darkened.

From a single man descending through the air with killing intent so dense it made the soldiers on the wall drop to their knees.

Elias Schwarz’s father.

He didn’t land at the wall. He landed inside the city — directly in the central plaza, cracking the stone beneath his feet with the impact. Peak Grand Core Realm pressure radiated outward like a shockwave, flattening anything not reinforced within a hundred meters.

Deputy Director Hoffman arrived with two Mid Grand Core Realm escorts within minutes. His composure was cracking.

"Lord Schwarz. You cannot be here. The border seal—"

"My son is in this city." The man’s voice was quiet and deadly. His black hair was streaked with silver, and his eyes — the same shadow-dark as Elias’s — were fixed on Hoffman with the patience of a predator that had already decided to kill. "Remove the seal."

"That’s not possible. The seal is World Government mandate. No exceptions—"

"I will say this once." The man’s pressure increased. Hoffman’s escorts staggered. Hoffman himself paled, sweat beading on his forehead. "Remove the seal and let my son leave. Or I will remove it myself and everyone who tries to stop me."

"You’re threatening the World Government?"

"I am stating a fact." The man’s eyes didn’t blink. "The Schwarz family is the most powerful family in Germany and one of the most powerful in the world. If you want to test whether that power extends to New Geneva, keep talking."

Hoffman’s mouth opened.

"Stand down," he told his escorts. His voice was tight.

Elias was escorted out of the city thirty minutes later.

The protests intensified after that. If the Schwarz family could break the seal, why couldn’t everyone?

A few more days passed.

Then the green rain returned.

It fell without warning — the same sickly green droplets, the same acrid smell, the same silent death pouring from the sky. The mana shield devices that had been distributed after the first attack activated immediately — translucent domes of energy appearing over military positions, wall sections, and key installations.

But not everywhere had them. And the beasts came with the rain.

Wolves poured from the Black Forest — massive mutated beasts with matted fur and too many teeth, crashing into the western wall in waves. Bears followed, each one the size of a truck, swinging claws that tore through stone. Demon rats — foot-long rodents with red eyes and corrosive saliva — swarmed through the gaps in floods that overwhelmed the kill zones. Armored scorpions burrowed under the eastern wall from below, erupting inside the city streets.

The Zephyr Eagles descended from the clouds.

C-Rank, D-Rank, and E-Rank beasts alike attacked every wall simultaneously — a coordinated assault on all fronts, overwhelming the defenders through sheer numbers.

And from the southern forest — a different forest, smaller but no less dangerous — insect-type monsters emerged. Centipede-like creatures the length of cars, wasps with wingspans wider than a man was tall, beetles with mandibles that could bite through steel. They swarmed the southern wall in a chittering, buzzing cloud of chitin and venom.

The second wave had begun.

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