Supreme Son-in-law: Reborn With the Apocalypse System

Episode 10: The Ones Who Wait in the Fog

The fog hadn’t lifted by sunrise. If anything, it had grown thicker—so dense Jared could barely see past the tree line without straining. Nature didn’t move like this unless something unnatural had disturbed it.

He was already dressed in full tactical gear, rifle strapped tight across his chest, boots laced up to the shin. His breath was slow, even, but everything about his body was alert. Primed.

Mei stood on the porch in his old hoodie and jeans that didn’t quite fit, trying to shake the cold out of her limbs. She looked at the treeline and then at him.

“You’re going out there, aren’t you?”

Jared nodded once. “North Ridge sector. Something pinged the motion sensors.”

“Could it be an animal?”

He strapped on his knife. “Not unless it knew how to disable the backup camera first.”

Her mouth parted slightly. “Someone’s watching us.”

“They’ve probably been watching for days.”

She took a breath, trying not to panic. “Let me come with you.”

“No.”

“I’m not staying behind while you walk into a trap. If something happens to you—”

He walked up to her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his chest. His hand cupped the side of her jaw gently, grounding her.

“Mei,” he said, voice firm but not unkind, “I need you alive. In here. Watching the monitors. If I’m compromised, you’ll see it first.”

She hesitated. Swallowed. Then nodded.

“Come back,” she whispered.

His gaze lingered on hers. “Always.”

He vanished into the fog minutes later.

The ridge was quieter than it should’ve been.

No birdsong. No rustling squirrels. No wind.

Just the dense, choking silence of something waiting.

Jared’s boots moved with calculated precision. Each step was deliberate. Controlled. He followed the narrow path between moss-covered rocks, his ears sharp for anything out of place.

Two hundred meters in, he paused near a broken pine stump.

There—half-buried in the mud.

A boot print.

Not his.

Fresh.

Jared crouched and examined it. The tread was military-grade. Not civilian. Someone trained. Someone who knew how to cover their tracks—but not well enough.

He stood and scanned the ridge again, slow and patient. Then he heard it.

Click.

To his right.

Too close.

He turned instantly, raising his rifle—only to meet the sharp glint of a scope catching light through the fog.

A figure emerged. Not charging. Walking.

Deliberate.

Unbothered.

Jared didn’t lower his gun. “You’ve got five seconds to explain why you’re here.”

The man stopped ten paces away, hands lifted slightly. “Relax, soldier. I’m not here to kill you.”

“Wrong answer.”

“I came to warn you.”

Jared’s finger hovered over the trigger. “About?”

“They found you.”

Everything in Jared went still.

The stranger lowered his hood slowly. His face was lean, scarred across one eye. Pale hair buzzed short. Familiar in a way that scratched the edges of Jared’s memory.

“You were one of us,” Jared muttered.

The man nodded. “Special Recon. Ghost Division. Same as you. Different theater.”

“Ghosts don’t talk after discharge.”

“Unless the world’s ending and the rules don’t matter anymore.”

Jared didn’t relax. “Name.”

“Finn Morgan. I was tasked with tracking down former assets. You? You’re number seven on the list.”

“Assets for what?”

Finn’s expression turned grim. “Reconstruction. They’re not trying to save the world. They’re trying to restart it. Clean slate. Old money. New gods.”

Jared’s stomach turned. “The Custodians.”

“They’re real. And they’ve activated Phase Two.”

He didn’t speak. He just looked at the man, eyes narrowing.

“They want the survivors divided. Terrified. Weak. You’ve got a companion now. That makes you unpredictable.”

“I’m not joining your suicide cult.”

“I didn’t come to recruit you.” Finn’s voice was quieter now. “I came to tell you that you have less than forty-eight hours before the first Purge Drones arrive in this zone.”

Jared’s jaw clenched. “Why warn me?”

Finn’s smile was bitter. “Because I died three years ago. You ever see what happens when your daughter starves in front of you? When there’s enough food in the convoy to feed a town, but they’re told to let her die for population balance?”

Jared didn’t answer.

“I believed in the system. Until it killed everything I loved.”

Finn dropped something into Jared’s hand—a chipped black badge. Old military encryption embedded in its side.

“This still opens the satellite uplink bunker near the ravine. I couldn’t get inside. They changed protocols. But you… you’re one of the last keyholders.”

Jared looked down at it. “You’re running.”

“No. I’m surviving. For now.”

He started to turn.

Jared called out. “If you’re lying…”

“I’m not.”

And then he was gone.

Just like that.

Back at the cabin, Mei was pacing when Jared returned. One look at his face stopped her mid-step.

“What happened?”

He tossed her the badge. “We’ve got forty-eight hours before we’re wiped off the map.”

She stared at it. “What do you mean wiped?”

“Purge drones. Full sector elimination. No warnings.”

“Who gave you this?”

“Someone who used to be like me. Might still be. Doesn’t matter. He left intel.”

She followed him inside, breath picking up. “So what do we do?”

Jared turned to her, fully facing her now. “We find the uplink station. We breach it. And we shut this down before it reaches the others.”

“The others?”

“There are survivors scattered across sectors. Kids. Families. People like you. If this system completes Phase Two, there won’t be anything left to rebuild.”

She stepped closer. “Then we fight.”

His eyes softened just slightly.

“You’re not scared?”

“I’m terrified. But I’d rather die with purpose than live hiding.”

Jared nodded once.

The next forty-eight hours would decide everything.

And he wasn’t going to let the world burn without putting up a fight.

[System Update: Mission Branch Unlocked – Uplink Bunker Breach]

[Timer Engaged – 47 hrs 19 mins Remaining]

[Bond Status: Companion Level 2 – Mei Bai now trained in Defense Protocol I]

[Reward Pending: System Core Memory Fragment – “Origin”]