My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 361

The team chosen to accompany Kisha and Duke for clearing the first building was selected through a fair competition of rock, paper, scissors. Once the selection was complete, Kisha and Duke led them to a five-story building that resembled an office complex.

The first floor featured an elegant lobby adorned with ornamental plants and stylish chairs, suggesting it might have been a financial brokerage hub. Large screens were mounted in nearly every corner of the lobby, adding to its sophisticated ambiance.

The building was spacious enough to be converted into a residential area. Kisha and Duke exchanged a determined glance before stepping inside. The ten team members following them adopted a cautious, defensive stance as they entered through the main entrance.

Inside, they encountered over two dozen zombies still clad in suits and formal attire. However, the once-dignified clothing was barely recognizable, obscured by hardened blood and the decaying flesh clinging to the fabric.

Some of the people accompanying Kisha and Duke crinkled their noses in disgust as the zombies staggered toward them, pushing through obstacles like chairs and plants.

This time, Kisha and Duke chose not to intervene directly. Instead, they allowed the ten individuals to work in pairs—each consisting of one superhuman and one regular human—to handle the zombies.

With this arrangement, each pair could work seamlessly, covering each other’s weaknesses while leveraging their strengths. It allowed the superhumans to see that their abilities weren’t invincible and helped the normal humans demonstrate that they weren’t powerless. This balance fostered a more effective and cohesive team dynamic.

This approach made it clear to the superhumans that while they had extraordinary capabilities, they also bore greater responsibility and couldn’t control everything. At the same time, it showed the normal humans that, despite lacking awakened abilities, they were equally valuable and crucial to the team’s success.

Kisha and Duke moved through the lobby with deliberate calm, allowing the ten to navigate their way through the horde. Whenever a zombie managed to slip past the group and approach Kisha or Duke, it was swiftly dealt with—Kisha’s flying dagger would slice through the air, decapitating the threat in an instant.

Kisha had the team moving cautiously yet efficiently, guiding them through door after door, clearing each room without pause. The air was thick with tension, but none of the group showed signs of exhaustion.

Thanks to Kisha’s passive skill to restore their stamina, the team remained energized, though none of them realized it. They attributed their resilience to the adrenaline rush coursing through their veins, spurred on by the presence of both Kisha and Duke.

Each of them was determined to impress, thinking their drive to catch the attention of the two leaders was the reason they weren’t feeling tired—even after battling through four dozen zombies from the first to the third floor over the past hour.

Unbeknownst to them, it was Kisha’s subtle influence that kept fatigue at bay, allowing the group to maintain their sharpness and focus. With each encounter, the team grew more synchronized, their movements more fluid, as they worked seamlessly to eliminate threats.

The zombies fell one after another, but the team pressed on, unaware of the invisible hand guiding and sustaining them.