My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 359

As Sparrow jumped, the pressure and the tight grip from the five clinging to him made him feel intensely uncomfortable. He could barely move; his arms were squeezed, his neck was choked, and his torso was compressed under their combined weight.

He was stunned by the strength these men could muster when terrified; it felt as though he was done for. He could barely breathe, with the person clinging to his back gripping his neck like an anaconda. Each breath was a struggle as his lungs were squeezed of air.

He was so overwhelmed by the five clinging to him that he couldn’t even muster a curse. Reaching his wit’s end, he increased his speed, jumping from elevated areas and gliding down with his wind ability.

The five’s panicked screams drew the zombies’ attention, causing them to swarm and search the port’s vicinity for the source of the noise. However, since Sparrow was airborne, the zombies could only scramble aimlessly below.

Soon, Sparrow landed on the roof of the third floor of the third warehouse he had initially explored. However, the five were so terrified that they clung to him desperately, even as he touched down.

As Sparrow tried to shake them off, one of them rolled dangerously close to the edge. Reacting swiftly, Sparrow conjured a whirlwind to arrest the person’s fall and hurried over to pull him back to safety.

Sparrow felt like he was babysitting a group of toddlers, unsure whether to laugh or cry at the scene before him. He waited patiently for the five to calm down and regain their composure before they could proceed to gather the supplies.

Despite his dwindling patience, he managed to hold back, allowing them the full half-hour they needed to settle down and prepare for the next phase of their mission.

By the time the five finally stood up, Sparrow’s forehead was creased with veins and his lips were tightly pursed. He resisted the urge to voice his frustration. This slow pace was a stark contrast to his usual swift movements on missions, and it unsettled him.

If he had their abilities, he could have completed this mission single-handedly and in record time, without needing to rely on anyone else.

Alas, Sparrow lacked a Space Type ability or the multifaceted powers his master possessed, who wielded three different elemental abilities. ’Oh, how I envy them!’ he grumbled to himself as he put on his night vision goggles. The others followed suit, and he instructed them to cling to him once more so he could carry them down.

Before they could come closer, Sparrow shot them a warning look. Though the five were puzzled by the expression, they instinctively loosened their grip on him compared to their earlier vice-like hold.

With a swift jump, Sparrow and the five STAU landed on the warehouse floor. The five looked around in astonishment at the towering stacks of boxes. Sparrow kept a vigilant eye on them, ready to leap into action at the first sign of trouble.

The five quickly forgot their earlier fear of hovering above the zombies outside as their focus shifted entirely to the supplies around them. Following Sparrow’s instructions, they began gathering boxes f boxes of canned corned beef, spam, pickles, canned corn, beans, fruits, and more.

They also collected instant noodles, flour, salt, sugar, rice, and cooking utensils, eager to make the most of the bounty before them.

They also made sure to grab chocolates and candies for the kids back at the base. They stocked up on pancake batter, maple syrup, canned tuna, and a variety of other essentials. The five STAU were soon packed to the brim, every inch of space filled with supplies, and they only stopped once they could fit no more.