My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 919

Chapter 919: Chapter 919 Preparing To Fight
[Kisha: Alright, I’ll head over immediately. If the zombies attack, just stall for time. No matter what happens, avoid fighting that mutated one, just push it back and keep your distance.]

[Keith: Understood, Sister. I’ll inform the others right away.]

Kisha absolutely couldn’t allow them to engage the mutated zombie head-on. If it was close to becoming a Zombie King, then it was likely far stronger than any of them.

The chaos it created wasn’t random; it was playing with the survivors, treating their struggle as nothing more than entertainment through the twisted intelligence it possessed. From her experience, no Zombie King was ever ordinary; they were always powerful, cunning, and nearly impossible to deal with.

And if this creature was already capable of targeting its own kind to evolve and commanding lesser zombies, then Kisha could only assume its strength was already at least level 6 or 7, well above her or Duke’s current level, no matter how many stat buffs the system had granted her.

Even if it was only in the early stages, around level 3 to 5, it would still be a nightmare. After all, zombies were inherently stronger than humans; one at the same level as her would already be as dangerous as something one or two levels higher.

What if Vulture and the others recklessly engaged such an opponent? They would be slaughtered before they even understood how they died. Yes, there were many of them, and they were all talented awakened ability users, but most were only at level 1, while even Sparrow and Vulture had barely reached level 2.

Against that mutated zombie, they would be nothing more than newly sprouted flowers cut down at the bud. Kisha refused to let that happen. She had raised this squad from nothing, pouring in resources, effort, and time to nurture their growth.

Fortunately, Sparrow had the foresight to report the situation instead of taking it into his own hands. Otherwise, if Kisha were to learn that her people had died alongside those from Maple Leaf Town’s shelter, she would have been furious.

The loss would have been devastating. More importantly, these weren’t just subordinates anymore; they were her people, her growing family. And anyone who dared harm them was daring to harm her.

After organizing her thoughts, Kisha left Marcus to finish the remaining work and made her way toward Duke. Though she was strong, she knew she couldn’t take on this mutated zombie alone; she needed to fight side by side with her husband.

The last time, even the mutated zombie from the chemical factory, one that was also on the verge of evolving into a zombie king, had nearly overwhelmed them, forcing them to expend tremendous effort to bring it down.

This one, however, was different. A mutated zombie capable of commanding thousands, if not millions, of its kind could only mean it was far stronger than the last. She would need to prepare herself carefully.

After leaving the rice paddies, Addison walked toward the wide open space where Duke and the others were still working on the biogas project. They were now assembling the main gas chamber, and most of the work was already complete.

Days had passed outside, but inside the Space, more than a month—perhaps even two—had gone by with nonstop effort. Naturally, the project was already 60–70% finished.

Engineer Steel and his team were also close to completing the machine that would filter impurities from the biogas and refine it into biomethane, which could then be divided into clean fuel for cars, generators, and other machinery, as well as directed into the gas grid to supply electricity for the entire base.

Fortunately, the required materials for making the machine were readily available. Unlike the Advanced Solar Panel Blueprint Kisha had provided, which demanded rare resources, the converter machine only needed solid engineering and common materials.

With Engineer Steel’s brilliant design and the blacksmiths helping to forge large casings and other components, the construction process was running smoothly. Still, their responsibility was limited to the converter itself, which was far more straightforward compared to the demanding workload on Duke’s side with the biogas chamber and the whole biogas project.

Technically, the timing worked out perfectly; by the time Duke and Hugo’s people finished the biogas project, Engineer Steel would also have completed the converter on his end by then. Once connected to the main electricity line, the system would provide a steady power supply, with the Lightning Converter Machine serving as backup.

Unlike generators, the Lightning Converter relied on rechargeable batteries that could be slotted into a port to activate. This meant that if the main line ever failed, the base could immediately switch to battery power while repairs were underway.

With this setup, they would never have to endure intermittent electricity again, something especially crucial during periods of extreme heat.

“Alright, once we’ve finished building the main gas chamber, we’ll run leak tests before connecting all the tube lines from the compost bins!” Duke instructed, his voice steady despite the fatigue weighing on him.

He paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the progress. He had been working tirelessly alongside Hugo’s team, driven by the urgency to complete the project.

The temperature was already climbing again, and unlike the last burst of extreme heat that only lasted a single day, he feared the next wave could drag on much longer. If that happened, their people would desperately need electricity, not just to power air conditioning to survive the scorching heat, but also to run heaters when the extreme cold inevitably returned.

With this system in place, they could prevent unnecessary deaths and ensure the community’s survival through the harsh cycles of the new world.

While Duke was busy working, he suddenly felt a hand wrap around his strong waist. He instinctively glanced down, and his stern expression softened into a warm smile. “Wifey, what are you doing here? Do you miss me?” he teased, slipping an arm around her before hesitating.

Remembering the sweat on his skin and the dirt on his hands, he stopped himself. He didn’t want to soil Kisha’s clothes—or worse, make her recoil from his sweaty scent. A flicker of insecurity crossed his face.

Noticing his hesitation, Kisha’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. Instead of pulling away, she leaned closer and deliberately inhaled his scent, making Duke stiffen on the spot.”No worries,” she teased lightly, “you still smell nice… just a little more masculine.”

Before he could react, she playfully smacked his rear. Duke jumped in surprise, staring at her in disbelief. But before he could complain, her playful gaze hardened into seriousness.”Let’s go,” she said firmly, tugging at his arm. “We need to level up as soon as possible. There’s a strong mutated zombie waiting for us to kill.”

Duke glanced back at Hugo as Kisha pulled him away, leaving only a quick instruction. “Hugo, take over for now and continue with the plan. I have something important to attend to.”

Seeing Duke being dragged off and their Young Madam wearing such a serious expression, Hugo immediately understood the weight of the situation. He gave Duke a firm nod, silently reassuring him before turning back to oversee the construction of the gas chamber.

After pulling Duke away, Kisha led him to the Spiritual Spring. They sat cross-legged together, and she handed him 800 crystal cores to consume. By now, their experience multiplier had reached its peak, and after days of training, they had already stabilized their cores and strengthened their foundations, making them ready to start leveling up.

More than that, the Spiritual Crops and the Spiritual Spring itself had refined their energy, making their spiritual energy purer than before. As a result, they needed less energy to wield their awakened abilities, and each strike they unleashed carried far greater force, every blow packed with a stronger punch than before.

After giving Duke his share of crystal cores, Kisha placed the remaining pile on her lap. One by one, she popped them into her mouth like pieces of candy. Gradually, she started filtering the raw energy and guiding the refined spiritual energy from the crystal cores to flow into her energy core.

She focused carefully, ensuring not to make any mistakes, but thanks to her Aura, which naturally helped direct the energy, the process had become smoother and far easier for her.

Duke experienced the same. He could feel his Aura assisting in circulating the purified energy throughout his body, making the absorption effortless. Together, they continued to consume crystal cores as if they were nothing more than sweets.

The moment each core touched their tongues, it melted like jelly, leaving behind a faint sweetness that made the process surprisingly pleasant.

Perhaps it was best not to think too much about the origins of those crystal cores. As long as they didn’t dwell on that detail, they could almost enjoy the experience without any trace of disgust.