My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 405

The man could sense the elements coursing through their veins and gauge the strength of their abilities based on the intensity of the energy flowing within them.

However, unlike Kisha, he didn’t see any panels in front of him. Instead, the information he needed appeared in his mind, similar to what Kisha sees in her status window.

At that moment, the man was astonished by his own ability, his mouth forming a perfect ’O’ that could fit a duck’s egg.

He didn’t care how he appeared; all that mattered was the joy of realizing he wasn’t useless after all.

"Alright, now that you’ve confirmed your ability and its applications, you will be responsible for registering the awakened ability users. Ensure that the information they provide is accurate."

"This assessment will apply to newly awakened individuals, and moving forward, you’ll manage the registration of new survivors. This way, we can identify who to keep an eye on and ensure our base is secure, not only from the zombies but also from potential threats within our ranks," Aston explained, his expression a mix of surprise and determination.

Although he wasn’t as quick-witted as Sparrow, the betrayals he had experienced—along with countless others—had shifted his perspective.

Now, he was determined to safeguard what he had within this base, including all the hard work Kisha and the others had invested in building it.

Initially overwhelmed by the weight of the responsibility entrusted to him, the man felt a mix of fear and exhilaration.

This newfound role signified not only trust from others but also recognition from their City Lord—something that meant the world to him.

If Kisha hadn’t recognized the true potential of his ability, he would have faded into obscurity, stuck in a corner of the base doing menial tasks and feeling useless.

Watching other awakened ability users strive to make a difference would have only deepened his sense of inadequacy.

In many ways, Kisha had given him a renewed sense of purpose and a reason to take pride in himself, steering him away from a miserable existence.

With a determined nod, he accepted the responsibilities laid out for him before heading to the medical facility to assist in identifying the abilities of the newly awakened.

Once Aston finished his tasks, he planned to conduct a morning inspection around the base.

"M-Minister! Minister!" A soldier came sprinting in from outside just as Aston was about to step out.

Aston recognized one of his trusted soldiers, who appeared visibly rattled and concerned.

He attempted to speak, but his heavy panting made it difficult for him to form words. Aston stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on the soldier’s shoulder.

"Take a deep breath. Once you’ve calmed down, we can talk."

"B-but!" the soldier stammered.

"Breathe," Aston urged, gently guiding him to sit down. He refrained from asking questions until he saw the soldier making a genuine effort to steady his breathing.

Once the soldier appeared calm, Aston finally spoke. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

"What’s going on? Is there another zombie raid?"

"N-no."

The soldier’s denial eased Aston’s heavy, anxious heart slightly, prompting him to ask patiently, "Then what is it? What’s making you so rattled that you had to run here urgently?"

"We… we found out that the sewers are flooded."

"Oh!" Aston responded with a hint of nonchalance before adding, "Then let’s find a way to drain it."

"N-no, we can’t," the soldier replied, still steadying his breath.

"Why? Did you discover a problem? Is the sewer clogged?"