Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 393

Chapter 393: The setting sun.
It seemed like the sky was bleeding.

First was a faint red on the horizon like a wound being torn open. But the color deepened and the setting sun took on the appearance of a burning fire.

Sunshine turned to the children, “Ariel, get everyone inside.” she screamed.

As she raced to her truck, Father Nicodemus flew out and picked her up. “There is no time to waste,” he said frantically.

She nodded and closed her eyes to keep the wind out. Down below, residents scampered into their houses or the nearest buildings for safety. Within seconds, they were in the command center of the third wall/

Sunshine, met with Major Elio and Carson who had been monitoring the sky.

“Zulu was right.” Major Elio said in a firm voice. “I was torn between the bird and Lisha, but I might have to support the bird from now on.”

Sunshine looked at the screen. There were traces of mist in the sky and out from the fissures, something was pouring out like a liquid which did not fall to the ground.

She didn’t need the system to confirm anything for her. The shift in the air, the pressure, the instinct that curled in her stomach like a warning_ it was enough. The Fever wasps had truly come.

Thousands of them or millions, they were just so many that covered the sunset. Like a massive living blanket reaching greedy fingers of death across the land.

“We just wanted some sun.” A comms officer whispered in horror.

Sunshine almost snorted. That was such innocent thinking given the times they lived in. The sun was not returning to save them; it was here to bring more suffering.

“Activate the laser shield filament,” she said, voice low, controlled and still cold.

Carson didn’t question it. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t blink. He grabbed the remote and executed the command exactly as she liked_ fast and decisive. It was one of the reasons why Sunshine trusted him during disaster management: he didn’t waste time asking why. He just acted fast when she gave an order.

Hadrian stepped up beside her, arms crossed. “We have been waiting since afternoon, but they waited until it got dark to arrive,” he muttered.

“Of course they did….. those crafty creatures. “Warren snorted. “Less visibility and a greater chance to catch us off guard.”

“Hence a lower chance of us fighting back properly.” Nimo added grimly. “We would have been panicking, screaming and running. What a clever plot!”

Sunshine nodded. The watchers always liked to surprise them. They also loved to strike when humans were blind and enjoy the fallout and bloodshed.

Hades returned then, looking exhausted enough to collapse. His hair was a mess, his shirt rumpled, and frustration etched deep lines across his forehead.

Nimo raised a brow. “Are those idiots calm now?”

Hades let out a sigh that could’ve blown leaves off trees. “The moment they heard a deadly attack was coming, they locked themselves in their bunkers. I barely had time to answer their questions before they shoved me out the door and sealed themselves inside. I ran all the way back here.”

Warren shook his head. “Those cowards, all they want is to enjoy, when trouble comes knocking, they hide under their beds.”

“Trust me. It is better for them not to be here making stupid suggestions.” Hades said from experience.

The ground trembled, a faint vibration that crawled up their feet. The laser filament shield was taking shape. It looked invisible at first_ until threads of red light shimmered faintly against the evening sky.

The dome expanded outward, forming a glowing mesh two meters outside the bubble shield. Major Elio squinted and grimaced. “It’s bright as hell.”

“To you,” Sunshine reminded. “To normal eyes it’s barely visible.”

She grabbed the radio. “Laser shielding has been activated. Everyone remains indoors and STAY AWAY from the boundary.” Her voice carried smoothly across every territory. Doors slammed. Windows closed. The silence returned_ but this time, it was one of fear.

The watchers went silent.

Then stared.

Confusion rippled through them. Their eyes glittered with something between curiosity and horror. Why were all the humans in this territory hiding?

Pink tilted her head slowly, assessing the red mesh with sudden hostility. It understood instantly. This…this was a problem. One watcher, smaller and reckless, tried to fly out anyway. It hit the laser filament. And exploded into a thousand pieces.

“Uh-oh,” Lisha said, eyes widening.

“LET’S GOOO!” Warren cheered, pumping a fist into the air.

Sunshine’s expression didn’t change. Not a smile. Not a flinch. Not even satisfaction. Her mind worked too quickly for celebration. An exploding watcher could mean two things: a victory—or a provocation. The shriek that followed decided it.

Pink screamed_ a furious, guttural sound that vibrated through the ground and up Sunshine’s spine. “They’ll take revenge for sure,” Sunshine said quietly.

Warren stopped cheering. Lisha’s smile faded. No one liked a revenge-driven watcher. Then the fever wasps started to descend together, moving as one vast organism.

“They are organized.” Carson’s eyes shrunk.

Sunshine nodded. “They are intelligent, all mutant beasts are. But the level of intelligence differs so let’s hope that these ones are on the stupid side.”

Some people crossed their fingers.

Some prayed. Father Nicodemus, inclusive among these ones. He had moved to the wall, ready to fend off the insects with his wings.

The fever wasps descended, and the laser shield kicked in immediately. It shredded thousands_ tens of thousands, turning them into raining flecks of glowing dust. But for every wasp destroyed, more surged from the mist.

The watchers did not sit still, they spat needles at the filament, hitting it with their own special weapons. One formed a thin crack. Some wasps were small enough to slip between the crack before it sealed off again.

“Fuck!!” Warren screamed.

“Sound the alarms.” Sunshine told Lisha, “Send out a warning. We anticipated this and we are ready.”

“I am so ready to kill a watcher.” Hadrian growled.

“On the positive side, ninety percent of the insects have perished.” Hades squeezed Sunshine’s shoulders. “This gives us advantage.”

“Until they reproduce.” Someone muttered.

In multiple territories, fever wasps dove toward homes, windows, and humans that happened to be outside. But the moment they got within a meter of anyone coated in the Pyrexis cream…they broke formation.

Some froze mid-air and dropped like stones. Some spun in circles like drunk insects. Some rammed walls repeatedly as if trying to escape their own senses. Some just died instantly, collapsing into tiny, curled bodies.

People inside the houses peeked through windows.

One child yelled, “Mother they are scared of us!”

Suddenly hope spread_ fast. Residents grabbed more cream and slathered more over their arms and necks. Some smeared it on their clothes. Others shouted for neighbors to come get extra. In record time, hundreds of people looked like glowing, oily ghosts.

Sunshine watched the footage with a tight chest. Relief flooded her, nearly making her dizzy. “The cream works,” she whispered.

Hades rested a hand on her shoulder. “Thank God for that damn bird.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Zulu saved lives tonight.”

But then…Silverdale. Adam who refused the cream to prove a point that it was nothing special was not as lucky as other people.

The wasps that could not attack others turned gathered and turned their anger on him.

He ran through the town screaming like a man being chased by demons.

And in Westbrook town, the crocodylus and snake were still fighting. Not even the fever wasps dared to go close. It was already a red hot zone.