Wasteland: I Awakened A Plant System

Chapter 125: Marcus Danvers (Luxury Car Bonus)

Special thanks for the generous gift of a double luxury car to PhePhe. Your support truly rides in style!

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The fist was about to land on the Vikram, when suddenly, a thunderous voice exploded across the battlefield. “DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY GRANDSON.”

Before anyone could react, a dense mist surged forward and wrapped around Split King, stopping his movement mid-strike.

Split King’s eyes narrowed. “Who are—”

But as the mist gathered and a figure formed within it, his expression changed instantly, he immediately recognised that person.

“What are you doing here?” Split King said, his tone turning cold, “This is not your place to interfere.”

The man fully emerged from the mist, it was tall, handsome, appearing no older than thirty, yet carrying an overwhelming presence.

“The same thing I can ask you,” he replied calmly. “This is not your place to attack.”

Split King clicked his tongue, while arguing, “Our god gave permission for me to come here.”

The man’s eyes sharpened slightly. “Did your god also get permission… to save you from death?”

A brief silence followed.

“You are going against our god,” Split King warned, but this time there was fear hidden beneath his voice.

The man didn’t hesitate. “From the moment I stepped into Verdara… I was already against your god.”

While the two stood there, clashing with their presence and killing intent.

The Healer Sprout moved, quietly without making a noise.

It didn’t hesitate. Its vines stretched out, gently but quickly gathering the fallen Sprouts, Warrior, Guardian, Assassin, Phantom, Fire, Water, Light, pulling them together. Then it reached Vikram, carefully lifting his broken body.

Without making a sound, it started moving fast, toward the place they had first arrived in this world.

Split King, still locked in the standoff, suddenly glanced sideways, feeling something has just happened. His eyes widened slightly. “…Where is he?”

The spot where Vikram had been was empty.

“WHERE DID HE GO?!” Split King roared in anger, after not finding him.

When he looked below the wall, he saw that Healing Sprouts was running with his short legs, carrying Vikram and other Sprouts.

“You little punk, how dare you run away from here?” Without hesitation, he attacked, his arm split and shot forward like a missile.

“DON’T YOU DARE.” The mist man moved instantly, rushing to intercept, but before the attack could be stopped, a gate appeared there suddenly and unnaturally.

The Healer Sprout didn’t hesitate. It jumped through, taking Vikram and all the Plant Team with it.

At the same moment, Split King’s hand also crossed the gate, but before the Split King brought back his hand, the gate was closed.

Split King froze in shock, then his expression twisted in anger. “WHERE HAS HE GONE?!”

He clenched his fist. “…Why did I lose connection with my hand?”

The mist man’s expression darkened, because he understood immediately. That attack had followed.

“You…” His killing intent exploded.

“YOU ARE GOING TO DIE TODAY.”

But Split King immediately replied back, “Not today.”

And the moment he confirmed that Vikram had vanished, his body split apart into multiple pieces, each fragment shooting back toward the portal he had come from. As soon as the last piece crossed it, the portal snapped shut instantly, like it was fleeing along with him.

“Damn it,” the mist-cloaked man growled, his voice filled with restrained anger.

Without wasting another second, he turned, lifted both Isha and Carol effortlessly, and returned to the wall in a blur of mist.

On the wall, Sana, Kavya, and Ayesha had already gathered everyone together. Sana was working nonstop, her healing abilities flowing continuously as one by one the injured began to recover.

They also feel grateful for that man, if that man hadn’t arrived, they all would be dead. Slowly, people began regaining consciousness.

“Captain…” Carol said softly, looking at the man who had brought them back. She understood clearly, without him, none of them would have survived.

The man looked at her, his expression softening. “Don’t call me captain today.”

There was a pause for a few seconds, then Carol stepped forward and hugged him tightly, breaking down into tears.

“Dad…”

At the same time, Isha stood there, frozen. Her expression was complicated, shock, disbelief, hesitation. She had never expected to see him again.

“…You’re still angry with me?” the man asked gently.

Isha didn’t answer him, her eyes moved around frantically, searching for Vikram.

Suddenly she panicked, after not finding him, “…Vikram?”

He wasn’t there, her heartbeat spiked, her fear turned into panic, before turning back into anger.

Before anyone could react, she grabbed the man by his collar, her aura flaring wildly.

“WHERE IS VIKRAM?!” she shouted. “Where is my nephew?! WHERE IS HE?!”

Her voice trembled in anger.

“Don’t you dare take him from me… he is my everything… he is my sister’s last memory!”

Carol moved forward instantly. “Isha, what are you—”

But the man raised his hand slightly, signaling her to stop.

Carol hesitated… then stepped back.

Isha continued shaking him, her emotions completely out of control.

At that moment, Sana rushed forward, and explained, “Captain! Vikram… he went somewhere through a portal type gate… his Healer Sprout carried him and entered it!”

Isha froze hearing this, her grip loosened on him, her breathing slowed and she realised that man has not his hands on this.

“…A gate…?” Her anger faded, replaced by worry… and guilt. She stepped back slightly, embarrassed by what she had just done.

The man adjusted his collar calmly, then looked at her again. “Are you still angry with me… your dad?”

The people around them were stunned.

Dad? The man who even Split King feared, was their captain’s father?

No one spoke, but they understood immediately, this was some family issue.

Isha stayed silent for a moment. Then suddenly, she stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

“Dad…!!” she cried. “Where has Vikram gone…? He’s my everything… how am I supposed to live without him…?”

Her voice broke, and tears started flowing freely.

For the first time, her team saw her like this. Their Captain was broken and vulnerable.

They exchanged glances silently… and stepped away. Leaving only Carol, the man, and Isha.

The man gently placed his hand on her head, patting it softly.

“Don’t worry,” he said calmly. “My baby… my Kara…”

“I will search everywhere. I will find my grandson. And I will bring him back.”

There was a pause.

“…After all, he is the grandson of Marcus Danvers.” From here we found the man’s name was Marcus Danvers.

Isha slowly calmed down, though worry still lingered in her eyes. “…Okay, Dad,” she said softly.

Marcus then looked at her. “Will you stay here… or come with us?”

Carol stepped forward. “Come with us, sis. Vikram isn’t here anymore… you don’t need to stay.”

Isha looked around, at the wall, at her team. At the place she had protected for so long.

After looking over she nodded, she walked toward her teammates and informed them of her decision. They all understood and nodded, though their expressions were heavy.

But Sana, Kavya, and Ayesha stepped forward.

“We’re coming with you,” Sana said.

Isha looked at them for a moment… then nodded again. “Alright.”

She didn’t stop them, there was no reason to.

As for Cameron Town, it was not defenseless.

After this battle, they would receive massive rewards. The survivors would grow stronger. And Isha could always send support if needed.

Before today, they had barely managed to kill thousands of zombies, so they grew slowly slowly.

But now, they have wiped out nearly around a hundred thousand. They had crossed a different level entirely.

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Soon after, Isha aka Kara Danvers, along with Sana, Kavya, Ayesha, and Bushra, joined Carol and Marcus.

Without looking back, they left Cameron Town behind. And began their journey, toward Singapore City.

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This is the end of this volume. But don’t worry, readers, Isha, Kavya, and the others will return in the future, as they all still have major roles to play. Their stories are far from over… in truth, they have only just begun.

This volume has revealed the long-buried history of Vikram, his origins, the truth about his parents, and the hidden threads that connect him to forces far greater than he ever imagined.

Alongside this, the mystery of Kara Danvers becoming Isha Rajput. Who was Marcus? And why even Split King feared him. What was shown was not the full truth… only a fragment.

But the future will not be kind.

In the upcoming volume, zombies will still exist, but only as a minor threat. The real danger lies elsewhere… something unseen, something patient. It does not rush, it does not roar, it watches.

At first, it will remain hidden, slipping through shadows, leaving behind only questions, only unease. But slowly… piece by piece… it will reveal itself.

And when it does, no will be safe.

Thank you for reading and supporting this journey. The next volume will not just continue the story… it will change everything.