Reborn Before Apocalypse: Surviving with Superpowers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Gary Gordon’s face flushed and paled. He curled his lips reluctantly, not even looking Penelope Phelps in the eye, and brushed it off, "Got it, got it. I was wrong. I’m sorry, okay?"After saying that, he turned around and rushed into a room, slamming the door shut with a loud BANG. The force was so great that the walls trembled."Dad! Are you just going to let him go?" Shannon Quinn stomped her feet in anger. "He’s scum! Brother Leo was killed by him last time, and now he pushed Penelope. Keeping him around will be a disaster sooner or later!"Penelope slid down against the wall and sat on the floor, tears falling uncontrollably. Her voice choked with sobs, "If only Brother Leo were still here... He definitely wouldn’t let me suffer like this. He would definitely protect me."Shannon quickly squatted down, hugged her, and comforted, "Penelope, don’t be sad. If Brother Leo is watching from heaven, he wouldn’t want you to be so heartbroken."Owen Quinn sighed, his eyes firm. "Don’t wor

After having our meal in the courtyard and resting briefly, we all set off once again.The Sullivan siblings had a particularly exhilarating time slaughtering zombies. The Crystal Cores they had harvested over the past few days far exceeded what they had gathered in the previous few months. The bountiful harvest made their blood boil with excitement, rendering their strikes even swifter and more decisive.Our group methodically cleared out the zombies in the Ninth District. Wherever I went, obstacles were entirely swept away, forcibly carving out a broad road wide enough for vehicles to pass through. After we entered the Containment Zone, quite a few combat teams followed these cleared paths and subsequently stepped into the Ninth District. Having long since gathered enough supplies and seeing that it was getting late, we drove our off-road vehicles onto the journey home.As soon as we arrived home, I couldn’t wait to enter my dimension. The temperature inside was as pleasant as alway

Inside Villa 101 of the Dragon Lake Villa Area, cardboard pieces covered our entire courtyard.After lunch, everyone returned to their rooms for a nap, planning to continue our work in the afternoon once we were well-rested.I, however, seized the two-hour lunch break to take the little ones back into my dimension. After a quick nap, I got up to utilize my spare time doing some farm work—using my Spirit threads to scratch the watermelon rinds!While others thought I was the laziest, they had no idea I was actually putting in five times the effort. Under my relentless persistence, the watermelon rinds, frequently attacked by my Spirit threads, looked even more mottled...Seeing that it was about time, I took the little ones out of the dimension and went downstairs to join the others in their work.Just as I reached the living room, I saw a crowd gathered at the entrance of our villa’s courtyard. Intense arguments broke out from time to time, with Caelan Palmer and Kairo Quinn being the

My mom had a massive headache and began to complain. "They’re both daughters of the Quinn family, but when Mirelle gets drunk, she at least knows to go back to her room and sleep. Nerida, on the other hand? She just rode Nido in circles in the sky above the villa! Thank goodness she knew Captain Pierce, who was on patrol nearby, so he didn’t open fire. Otherwise, she nearly would have been shot down after being mistaken for a mutated animal!"Kevin Keane was speechless."That sounds exactly like her," Lynn Shelby said.Grandpa quickly tried to shift their attention. "Hahaha, well, no harm done, right? The way they were drinking, they’ll probably wake up with terrible hangovers tomorrow."Lynn was already starving. "Let’s just eat. That bunch of drunks won’t be waking up anytime soon. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow."The next day, as noon approached, a bright sun hung high in the sky, though it did little to fend off the howling, freezing wind. The sunlight made the snow

Inside the Military Command building in Sector One, the atmosphere in the supreme command room was exceptionally peaceful.General Cameron Grant sat behind a spacious desk, his fingertips gently brushing over the dossier in his hands. The pages contained detailed, clearly annotated records of the highest-ranking superpower users currently in the base. Nearing sixty, he had a slightly plump figure but exuded an extraordinary warmth. The crisp military uniform he wore lacked any sense of tight, imposing pressure. The golden branches, leaves, and three dazzling golden stars adorning his epaulets were traditionally symbols of power, yet they only served to highlight his gentle nature. Sunlight spilled through the adjacent window, illuminating his amiable features and softening his aura. He was completely unlike other high-ranking officials who carried an inherent, oppressive authority.Standing opposite him was his only son, Francis Grant. Holding a document, Francis softly reported the b