My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 292

"To solve this issue, we need to acquire the heavy machinery and any remaining materials and fabrics from the textile factory," Kisha added, glancing at Aston. His surprise was evident, likely because she hadn’t mentioned the machinery before and had only focused on the fabric.

Of course, Kisha had considered the need for heavy machinery from the start; it was a key part of her plan and a major reason for her willingness to venture into the dangerous area. She had the means to procure ample cotton and wool from her territory, but the machinery was essential for establishing her own factory within the base.

With this setup, she could ensure that her base would never be short of clothing, regardless of the climate.

Duke noticed Aston’s surprised expression and thought to himself, ’If you believe my wife was only focused on monetary gain, you’re sorely mistaken.

There’s nothing more valuable than establishing a means to produce an endless supply of essentials, rather than merely securing a decade’s worth of clothes or fabric that will eventually run out.’ With a smug, satisfied smile, Duke looked proudly at Kisha, as if he were the one who had come up with the solution.

Kisha continued, "Given the situation, we’ll need to send a large team and figure out how to break into the factory. It’s surrounded by zombie hordes numbering in the thousands—far more than a medium-sized base could handle. It’s an extremely dangerous task." She sighed deeply.

"I’ll lead the mission," Duke declared with a nonchalant air, playfully twirling Kisha’s curls as he spoke. He looked both playful and a bit silly. Kisha lifted her head to glance at him, then at Zeus, who was still lounging on the floor. Meanwhile, Bell, indifferent to the discussion, was sound asleep on top of Kisha’s head.

Duke, slightly annoyed by Bell’s presence, considered poking the bee, as it was taking up space he wanted to use. He had hoped to rest his chin on Kisha’s head, but Bell was in the way.

Although Duke considered poking fun at Bell, he wisely refrained, recalling how sharp its forelegs were—capable of slicing through human flesh effortlessly. Instead, he decided to focus on playing with Kisha’s hair.

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Duke exuded a commanding confidence that assured he could handle the task no matter the obstacles. Kisha had complete faith in his abilities, knowing he would find a way to succeed. This certainty put her at ease, reinforcing her trust in Duke and inspiring her on how to address the issue effectively.

"Well, indeed. I can leave this to you. After all, weren’t you just complaining about not being able to fulfill your duties and staying home waiting for me like a dutiful wife? Seems like this is your chance to step up," Kisha playfully jested, prompting hearty laughter from everyone.

The image of Duke acting like a coquettish wife, eagerly waiting for Kisha to come home like a husband bringing in the bacon, struck everyone as hilariously amusing.

Duke, unfazed by the teasing, puffed out his chest with a smirk. "Of course, my wife pampers and loves me," he boasted. "Unlike some of those single guys out there who don’t have anyone looking out for them." He shot a pointed look at Vulture and the other single men who had been laughing the hardest.

Sure enough, Vulture, Sparrow, Bald Eagle, and the others fell silent, their faces contorted with resentful glares directed at Duke. Though they tried to restrain their expressions, their irritation was evident. Not only were they being forced to eat dog food daily, but now they were also being mocked for their single status.