Reborn Before Apocalypse: Surviving with Superpowers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Pain! A piercing, bone-deep agony!Veyra Watt felt as though she’d been thrown into a meat grinder. Every bone in her body screamed as if shattered. A red-hot branding iron seemed lodged in her chest, making every breath a tearing agony. She couldn’t draw in a single gulp of fresh air.The heavy, metallic taste of blood flooded her throat. It was so dry and itchy it felt like it was on fire. Unable to hold back, she coughed violently. Warm blood mixed with fragments of ruptured internal organs gushed frantically from her nose and mouth, smearing all over her face.She was going to die... She was really going to die... This realization drenched her entire being like ice water. Yet, what followed wasn’t fear, but a monstrous, overwhelming sense of indignation!Why?! How could this be?!Not long ago, she had been Ron Rivers’ cherished girlfriend, the envied future wife of the district mayor. She had the world at her fingertips! She had flawlessly managed to hook up with Kairo Keith and s

In the heavy iron stove burning at the center of the military tent, the charcoal cracked and burned vigorously, casting dancing shadows across the room. The flickering flames illuminated the tense, exhausted faces of the gathered crowd, yet they failed to dispel even a fraction of the biting, icy cold radiating from their souls. At this precise moment, only three or four neighboring teams positioned closest to the Sunset Squad were vaguely aware that a catastrophic incident had occurred on their side. Out of profound respect and self-preservation, they had quietly packed up their personal belongings in the dark, with not a single soul daring to speak loudly or draw unnecessary attention.The remaining squads and the official military troops, however, were still blissfully and thoroughly immersed in the wild ecstasy of successfully repelling a massive horde of forty to fifty thousand ravenous zombies. They busily, excitedly, and loudly bustled about the perimeter, clearing the battlefi

Around six o'clock in the morning, just as the pale dawn began to break over the frozen horizon, the entire convoy was gently awakened once again. Near the sprawling perimeter of parked vehicles, thin wisps of cozy cooking smoke began to rise gracefully from the scattered large military tents.Kyle Keith sat up slowly on his metal camp bed, rubbed his tired eyes, and lit a cigarette with practiced ease. Resting his heavy elbows lazily on his knees, he squinted thoughtfully through the semi-transparent canvas tent flap, scrutinizing the luxurious light-steel villa parked imposingly not far away.At this precise moment, Clayton Churchill walked up with a measured pace to the exterior of his tent and asked in a low, respectful voice, "Captain Kessler, do you require my presence for anything urgent this morning?"Since the Sunset Squad had casually brought out such a magnificent, fully equipped modern villa, it served as undeniable proof that their Superpower User with Healing Abilities w

Yvonne Ford reached out to squeeze Sean Barnes’s rough hand affectionately in return, letting out a soft, melodious chuckle as she leaned her head comfortably against the man’s broad, muscular shoulder.She knew with absolute clarity and maturity that Captain Quinn not only had to carefully plan out the precise superpower upgrade schedules for every single human member of the squad, but she also had to shoulder the massive resource burden of feeding several hungry mutated plants and animal companions. If they didn’t aggressively seize every single viable opportunity to farm high-grade Crystal Cores out in the wild, there simply wouldn’t ever be enough accumulated resources for everyone to successfully rank up in time. It was entirely true what veteran survivors often muttered among themselves—you never truly realized how astronomically fast Crystal Cores were consumed until you were personally the one holding the ledger and managing a large household.Now that their independent Fierce

Nerida Quinn reached out to stroke Rex’s thick head affectionately, instructing him in a soft, low voice, "No fighting tonight, you hear me? Be a very good boy and just go play nicely with Tina." Only after receiving a warm, affectionate nuzzle against the palm of her hand in response did she release his leash, watching happily as the golden retriever bounded off to play in the snow.However, the exact second she stood back up straight and turned around, she caught sight of an intensely unfriendly, lingering gaze fixed squarely on her. She lifted her chin, looked across the clearing, and saw that it was none other than the owner of the poodle. Not only was the man rudely staring holes right through her, but he also kept glancing back and forth toward Rex playing in the distance, his narrow eyes holding an ugly, transparent mix of petty envy, scrutiny, and deep-seated contempt. Nerida inwardly curled her lips in quiet disgust. The man looked so repulsive, oily, and pathetic that it lit