My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 921

Chapter 921: Chapter 921 Going To Battle
Kisha froze for a moment as she compared her stats to Duke’s. Her own base attributes had only risen by 90, bringing her total to 280 points, without counting the stat boosts from titles, achievements, and other system rewards. Respectable, certainly.

But Duke? His base stats sat at a staggering 400… at just Level 4.

Her jaw dropped. That wasn’t just a small gap; it was monstrous. Against normal awakened ability users, Duke’s strength was the equivalent of being two to three levels higher. The comparison stung, and Kisha could only swallow the bitter truth: she was lucky to have her cheat, which was her system, or Duke would’ve left her in the dust long ago.

His so-called “Gift: Tyrant” was exactly that—a tyrant among gifts. On top of that, he wasn’t just a dual ability user with both mental and elemental powers. His elemental affinity stretched across three different elements.

Kisha sucked in a sharp breath, then quickly shut her mouth, refusing to compare any further. Some things were better left unquestioned.

She closed the status window and steadied her thoughts just as 008 chimed in. “Host, I got what you wanted. It cost 10,000 system points. If only you could make this yourself, not only would we save points, we could even sell it in the store’s sales channel.”

008 let out a dramatic sigh, as though its imaginary heart ached at the loss. But Kisha knew better. Deep down, 008 was always the happiest when she spent more points. After all, every purchase benefited it too.

Why else would it constantly nudge her toward the mall and sales channel, coaxing her to buy more things? The more she sold, the more she spent, and the higher 008’s ranking climbed among the other systems under the same Constellation.

“Host, you can’t accuse me of that…” 008 protested weakly, sounding as if it didn’t even believe its own excuse.

Kisha rolled her eyes at 008 before pulling the item from her inventory, the very thing she made 008 into buying. Turning to Duke, she asked softly, “Are you ready?”

Only then did she notice the state they were in. The steam that had surrounded them was beginning to fade, but not before leaving their clothes damp.

Duke’s shirt clung to his chest and shoulders along with every ridge of his muscle, already soaked through, and Kisha realized her own clothes were no different, sticking to her curves like a second skin.

When she met Duke’s gaze, she caught the flicker in his eyes as they instinctively swept over her. His darkening expression betrayed the thoughts he fought to suppress. With effort, he looked away, jaw tight.

He couldn’t afford to let his body react to his wife now, not when something more important demanded their focus. But resisting the temptation of the alluring siren before him was a battle in itself.

But unfortunately, his sharp eyes still caught a fleeting glimpse. The tips of his ears burned crimson, the color spreading across to his face and down to his neck as he held his breath, silently chanting every mantra he could muster inside his head.

The sight amused Kisha. To think that this husband of hers, so beastly and relentless in bed, still had traces of innocence left made her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t expected. It was endearing, almost disarming.

Still, she reminded herself they didn’t have the luxury of lingering in this ambiguous atmosphere. Pretending not to notice his flustered state, she simply said, her tone calm and practical, “I think we need to change clothes before going out…”

“Um…” Duke nodded quickly before dashing off like someone was chasing him with a whip. The sight of him scurrying away made Kisha burst out laughing. She was never used to seeing Duke in such a flustered, shy state, trying so hard to hide his embarrassment; it was almost too adorable.

But she didn’t linger either. Gathering herself, she ran out, only to find Mike pacing anxiously outside the steam. His hands tugged at his hair, his face drawn and haggard, as if he had been standing there for hours.

Clearly, he had been waiting since the moment she and Duke started cultivating until now, helpless and worried sick.

Her amusement faded when her eyes fell on his hands, red and blistered from the heat. Unlike her and Duke, who had naturally high defenses, Mike couldn’t withstand such conditions. This boy was no fighter; aside from his rare gift to nurture and tame animals, he was no different from an ordinary human.

Still, seeing Mike worry for them so earnestly warmed Kisha’s heart. The sight of his blistered hands and haggard face softened her even more. She pulled out a vial of shimmering blue liquid from her inventory and stepped closer. “Take this. Your hands need it. We’re fine, thank you for worrying.”

Mike blinked, caught off guard, and looked from her face to the vial in her hand.

The moment he realized they were safe, it was as if the strength drained right out of him. After fourteen straight hours of waiting and worrying inside the Territory Space, the tension he had been carrying finally snapped. His knees nearly buckled, and he would have fallen had Kisha not steadied him.

Relief overwhelmed him so completely that he didn’t even notice her damp clothes clinging to her figure. His red-rimmed eyes grew even wetter as he nodded again and again. “No worries, Young Madam…” he murmured hoarsely.

“Alright, go and rest for now,” Kisha urged gently. Only after watching him turn away, stumbling a little, but gradually finding his footing, did she allow herself to head off into the forest, searching for a suitable spot to set up the screen divider so she could change.

Not long after, Kisha finished wiping herself down and changed into fresh clothes—a black tank top paired with tactical pants and boots—before draping her Erebus Cloak over her shoulders for added protection.

When she stepped out, Duke was already waiting. He had cleaned himself up as well, washing away the grime from working on the biogas project, and now wore tactical pants, boots, and a fitted black shirt that clung to his frame.

The fabric stretched across his broad chest and the define ridges of his abs, his taut biceps flexing with the slightest movement. He was every bit the kind of eye candy Kisha could happily spend all day admiring, if only they weren’t in the middle of an important mission.

On top of that, he wore his Kratos’ Cloak, the fabric draping over him with quiet authority, while his hand rested firmly around the shaft of his Kratos’ Spear.

Looking at him now, dressed to match her, they really did make a striking pair. Kisha flashed Duke a grin before pulling him out of her Territory Space, and in the blink of an eye, they were back at the Villa of HOPE Base. Without wasting time, she drew out the scroll she had made 008 buy.

“Hold on to me,” Kisha instructed.

Though Duke had no idea what she was planning, he obeyed without hesitation, wrapping his arms around her from behind. The moment his embrace tightened, Kisha tore the scroll’s seal.

Instantly, the world around them warped, the scenery stretched, twisted, and shifted with such violent force that Duke nearly lost his grip on her. His stomach lurched, dizziness swarmed over him, and for a terrifying instant, it felt like he was being hurled from a great height. Then, just as suddenly, everything stopped.

When his senses steadied, Duke realized the world around them had completely changed. He and Kisha were no longer standing on solid ground—they were floating in the open sky.

Kisha’s telekinesis held them aloft as she stared downward. Following her gaze, Duke’s breath caught. Below them, an endless tide of zombies surged forward, flooding across the land like a tsunami. The sight was so overwhelming that even Kisha felt her scalp prickle at the sheer scale of it.

She scanned the area with her heightened senses until she pinpointed the shelter Keith had mentioned.

Fortunately, Keith had sent her the coordinates earlier. With that in mind, when she tore open the Teleportation Scroll and focused on the location, she and Duke were instantly transported straight to Maple Leaf Town.

There was no time to waste—Keith and the others were in dire straits, and traveling by car or any other means would have taken far too long. The scroll was expensive and single-use, but Kisha had plenty of points to spare. Compared to the lives at stake, the cost was nothing.

And just as she witnessed, Keith hadn’t been exaggerating. At this rate, they wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer; the entire shelter could be wiped out within half an hour under the sheer scale of the zombie wave.

It wasn’t as massive as the one that struck their base weeks ago, but this horde was no less dangerous, especially with Adam’s shelter being so much smaller and far less fortified in comparison.