All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

"At least I'm not tied up," Jolie's voice came through, steadier now, though still edged with fear. "Boss, I'm feeling around, but there's no opening anywhere. Some patches of dirt, but it's mostly rock. Like I'm boxed in."Joanna's eyes swept down the slope of the ridge below her, the snow-packed rubble at its base. A rockslide would explain the rock, the dirt, being sealed in — but not the distance. "Jolie, was there a rock slide? Tell me everything you remember, even the small stuff.""I remember walking up to check on the noise," Jolie said, voice tightening with the effort of recalling it. "Bushes moving, like before. Then... a sound. Something moving fast, close. My head went foggy out of nowhere. Then nothing. Just black, until now."Joanna looked down the ridge again, calculating. Nearly a mile separated where the guard had last seen Jolie collapse and where the watch was currently marking her location. If it had simply been a rockslide at the spot she fell, none of this would

An hour later, Jolie looked worlds better — color back in her cheeks, wrist wrapped snug in a brace, the worst of the bruising faded to faint yellow-green instead of the angry purple it had been. She still moved a little stiffly, but she was steady on her feet, wrapped in a spare set of dry clothes Joanna had pulled from her space.They stepped out together, back into the cold, and crossed to the lab.Michelle looked up the moment they walked in, relief washing over her face at the sight of Jolie upright and breathing. "Thank god. Sit, sit — let me look you over properly."Jolie perched on the edge of the exam table, and Michelle held both hands over her, palms glowing with a soft golden light that swept slowly down the length of her body. For a moment, nothing seemed wrong — the light passed calmly over the bruising, the healing scrapes, the wrist —Then it flickered. Stuttered. And Michelle's brow furrowed sharply."Boss." Her voice had gone tight. "Jolie's been poisoned.""What?!"

Before anyone could scatter for the evening, Joanna held up a hand. "One more thing before we call it. I want to start getting Titan and Dante proper mutated animal cores."A few curious looks turned her way, and she continued. "As the frost keeps easing up — especially with the earthquakes coming — more mutated animals are going to start surfacing. That's not just a threat, it's an opportunity. Cores from true mutated animals help develop other mutated animals. Growth, instinct, sometimes even speech." She glanced sideways at the table. "Bubbles learned to talk from eating a steady diet of mutated rats before I even found him. It wasn't training. It was the cores."Every head in the room turned, almost in unison, toward the far end of the table — where Mr. Bubbles lay sprawled on his side, fully unconscious, one enormous paw draped over the edge, snoring in slow, rumbling breaths with a small puddle of drool steadily collecting beneath his open mouth.The room fell into a brief, comp

Michelle ran her hands over Jolie one more time, the familiar golden glow pulsing steady and even this time, without the earlier stutter or hitch. After a long moment, she straightened, a genuine grin spreading across her face."It's gone," Michelle said. "Completely cleared. No trace of the toxin left in your system at all." She shook her head slightly, still looking half-amazed. "Honestly, that's incredible. Whatever you did overnight, it worked faster than anything I could've managed on my own."Joanna nodded, keeping her expression carefully neutral, though a small flicker of quiet satisfaction settled in her chest. The hot spring's power ran deeper than simple healing — it was, in truth, a natural inhibitor, capable of purging things from the body that shouldn't have been curable this fast at all. It was one of the very few advantages Joanna guarded fiercely, never spoken of beyond absolute necessity, not even in passing.Her team understood the weight of that silence without nee

"From here on out," Joanna said, turning to address the whole group as they gathered their bearings in the courtyard, packs still settling into the snow, "nobody travels anywhere alone. Especially not outside the base. Not after everything with Jolie. Buddy system, minimum, until we know what we're actually dealing with."Just then, Josiah came jogging out from the cafeteria direction, half a cinnamon roll still in hand, crumbs dusting his jacket. "Joanna! Everyone's ready to report in the cafeteria — figured you guys might be hungry too, so there's food.""Let's go," she said, and the whole group fell in behind her, crossing the courtyard toward the cafeteria's warm light.Inside, the tables had been pushed together, light refreshments spread out — bread, some of Willow's borscht still warm in a pot, mugs of something hot passed hand to hand. Jolie was already there, tablet set aside for the moment, sitting beside Ryan and Uncle Nate. Nana and Danielle sat close together, deep in qui