My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 214

After the woman pulled back the blanket, the young man let out a soft, pained groan but did not stir or open his eyes. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Kisha didn’t wait any longer. Using her telekinesis, she unlocked the cell door with a soft ’click’ and strode straight inside.

The woman, crouching beside the young man, heard the sound and turned her head instantly to see Kisha walking in. She stared at Kisha with wide eyes, astonished that she hadn’t seen her use any keys to open the cell.

Kisha crouched down beside the young man. He did have a teardrop mole under his left eye, though it was barely visible under the grime covering his face. The filth, possibly their own feces, was everywhere, a result of being unable to clean themselves properly and have no toilet to do their business.

The overwhelming stench of urine mixed with human waste was so strong it could cause a headache, likely explaining why there were no guards inside the dungeon apart from those at the entrance.

Kisha didn’t flinch as she reached out to check the young man’s breathing and pulse. Feeling a faint pulse on his neck, she sighed in relief. She then pretended to pull a vial of blue liquid from her pocket and carefully fed it to the young man.

The young man gulped down the liquid like a fish out of water. The speed at which he swallowed made it feel like it got stuck in his windpipe, and he started to cough. Fearing he might spit out the liquid, Kisha quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting the healing potion.

When his coughing subsided, he lay back down silently, but the color began returning to his lips, and his breathing steadied a little.

The woman beside Kisha stared at her in astonishment, as if she were a divine healer capable of bringing the dead back to life. Not long after, the young man regained consciousness and stared blankly at the ceiling. It took him a moment before he shifted his focus around the cell and met Kisha’s strong, confident gaze. He was mesmerized by the depth of strength he saw in her eyes.

He felt that, with a little more effort, he could be as strong as she was. He had already given up on life, believing that the misery of the apocalypse, combined with the humiliation suffered at the hands of the Coltons’ Young Master, had broken him too deeply to envision a good ending for himself.

Seeing her felt like seeing light after a storm. His heart shivered, and his insides trembled as if an invisible hand had touched something deep within him.

Uncontrollable tears of hopelessness and frustration for being powerless streamed down his face. Kisha silently let him shed these negative emotions, understanding that by doing so, he would be able to move forward and become stronger.

There were no words of comfort she could offer the young man, but she could give him a little encouragement to keep moving forward. Maybe, in time, he would find something that made life worth living again.

Kisha had been in his place before, so her heart went out to him.

She reached out and gently tapped the young man’s head. Her expression was cold and indifferent, but her words were warm as if sharing some of her strength with him. "I can’t say that things will get better from here on, but what I can tell you is this: strength says it all. You have to be stronger than the trials coming your way, so no matter what happens, you will never feel worthless again."

Kisha didn’t like flowery words because she knew that no matter how good they sounded, they remained just words. What mattered were actions. She couldn’t offer him much, but if the young man decided to grit his teeth and fight back, maybe he would have a chance to see how she fought her own misery and set an example for others.