Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System
Chapter 222: The North Wall (02)

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: The North Wall (02)

The man walked straight to the broken part of the wall, where the beasts were pouring in. He didn’t hesitate before raising one hand.

The earth responded like it had been waiting for him.

A massive ridge of jagged stone shot out from the ground, sweeping across the field in front of the wall. Beasts screamed as they were thrown into the air or crushed beneath slabs of rock. He stepped forward again, calm and focused, as more spikes rose under his feet, giving him higher ground.

The others watched in stunned silence.

His power wasn’t just strong—it was terrifying.

It was like the ground itself was alive beneath him, bending to his will.

Another group of beasts charged at him, climbing over the corpses of the fallen.

The man raised both hands this time.

Sharp towers of stone burst from the earth like fangs, skewering ten at once.

Then he brought his arms down—and the towers shattered into jagged shards that flew outward, ripping through another wave like glass through paper.

Everyone froze.

Yun Shou narrowed his eyes. "That’s not normal earth ability. That level of control... he must be at the high level."

Chen Wei stood with his blades still in hand, mouth slightly open. "Did... did he just turn the battlefield into a damn fortress by himself?"

Even the beasts seemed to hesitate now. The line had changed. Their advantage was gone.

A few tried to run—but the man didn’t let them.

He stomped once on the ground.

A ring of stone shot outward in a full circle around the base of the wall, slamming into every beast still in range. Dust and blood filled the air.

When it cleared, nothing was left standing.

Only him.

He turned to look at Yan Lin, who was being helped by a runner and getting her wound wrapped.

Their eyes met for a second.

"...Thank you," she whispered.

He gave a small nod. "Save your strength. It’s not over yet."

Then he turned back to the field, ready to fight again.

Because of him—because of that one man—the battlefield finally slowed down.

The wall stopped shaking. The beasts stopped charging. And for the first time in hours, the defenders had a moment to breathe.

Guards who had been bleeding or limping collapsed against the stone, pulling out small glass vials from their belts. Some drank healing potions, sighing as the pain faded away. Others used cloth to tie off deeper wounds while medics came running down the line, shouting for clear space to move through.

Yan Lin sat with her back against the wall, her breath still heavy. The potion she had taken earlier was helping a little—it dulled the pain in her arm and slowed the bleeding—but the wound was still open. Deep. Red. Raw.

She winced as she moved her arm, her teeth gritting.

Just then, someone came up beside her.

"Um... do you need help?"

The voice was soft, nervous.

She turned her head and saw a boy—barely seventeen, maybe younger. He was small, with short black hair and round eyes that looked far too kind for a battlefield. He wore a loose brown coat, too big for his frame, and clutched a small pouch in his hand.

"What... kind of help?" she asked, studying him carefully.

The boy lowered his eyes. "I... awakened recently. I have a healing ability. It’s not that strong, but... I can stop the bleeding."

Yan Lin hesitated.

He looked harmless. Fragile, even. But something in his voice was steady. Sincere.

"Alright," she said, shifting a bit to let him closer. "But only for a little while. Don’t push yourself."

He nodded quickly and knelt beside her. He held out his hand just above her wound, not touching it. A faint green glow gathered around his palm.

It wasn’t flashy or loud. Just a soft, warm light.

She felt the pain ease first, then the skin around the wound tightened slightly. The bleeding stopped. The torn flesh began to dry and harden at the edges.

But as the wound faded, the boy’s face started to change.

His skin turned pale. His breathing grew shallow. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"That’s enough," Yan Lin said firmly, pulling her arm back.

"But—" he blinked up, blinking fast. "It’s not fully healed yet."

"It’s good enough to fight again. Don’t waste yourself. Look at you—you’re going to pass out."

The boy paused, then gave a small nod.

She watched him walk away, his steps a bit shaky, but his eyes still focused.

He didn’t stop to rest.

He went straight to another injured guard who had a deep wound in his side. Then another, and another. The boy didn’t hesitate. He kept moving from person to person, healing them one by one, even as his hands trembled from exhaustion.

Yan Lin looked after him with a strange ache in her chest.

He was just a kid. But here he was—doing everything he could to keep people alive.

"Respect," someone muttered nearby. "That kid... he’s got more courage than most of us."

Around them, more fighters were rising again.

The potions had kicked in. Boosters that Liora had stockpiled earlier—energy restorers, pain suppressors, and core enhancers—were being passed around by the runners. Fighters drank them with shaky hands and fire returned to their eyes.

Guards tightened their armor. Awakened users began to stretch their limbs, already preparing to go back into position.

Yan Lin stood up, rolling her sore shoulder gently.

"Looks like we’re not done yet," she said with a small smile.

Yun Shou stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching the field beyond the wall. "We bought time. That’s all. The next wave will be worse."

Chen Wei, now freshly bandaged and chewing something bitter from the supply pouch, gave a tired nod. "Then let’s make sure this wall still stands when it hits."

They looked toward the mysterious man again.

He hadn’t moved.

Still alone at the edge, standing on a slope of hardened stone, watching the forest ahead.

Yan Lin narrowed her eyes. "We still don’t know who he is."

Yun Shou’s voice was low. "Does it matter? He’s one of us now."