My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 513

"Vice City Lord, you need to rest too," Evelyn said, her voice filled with concern as she approached him.

Duke had been drinking the vial of black liquid almost nonstop, yet he hadn’t taken a single rest, unlike the others.

Not only had he been continuously conjuring ice spears, fire meteors, and lightning rains—each draining an immense amount of spiritual energy—but he was also actively engaged in combat with his spear.

No one could match his pace.

While others relied on their melee weapons, they couldn’t focus on their awakened abilities at the same time, as the distraction would weaken the effectiveness of their attacks.

But Duke was pushing himself beyond what anyone else could handle.

Despite Duke’s relentless efforts, each of his attacks continued to hit with devastating force, annihilating everything in his path.

Even though he had been drinking the vial of black liquid consistently, the truth was that he had only consumed two, unlike the others who had already taken three to five.

It just so happened that every time he drank, Evelyn happened to be nearby, leading her to believe he had been drinking more than he actually had.

Thanks to the spiritual fruits and crops he had been consuming ever since Kisha discovered them, Duke’s spiritual energy’s quality had greatly improved.

As a result, not only did he require less energy to conjure his skills, but his abilities were also significantly stronger.

Now, even when casting a powerful AOE (Area of Effect) skills like Fire Meteor and Lightning Rain, his spiritual energy consumption remained minimal.

With a nod, Duke replied, "No need, I’m not tired at all." After answering, he turned his attention back to the front and resumed his attacks.

Thanks to his purer spiritual energy and larger spiritual pool, he was able to perform better than the others.

This allowed him to recover from any energy depletion more efficiently, requiring less frequent refills compared to the rest of the group.

Perhaps it was due to the previous incident when Duke’s energy core had been damaged and then healed, but now his energy core was sturdier than before.

Unlike the others, even if he exhausted his spiritual energy and replenished it with the vial of black liquid, it would take several refills before he felt any strain on his core.

After consuming five vials of black liquid, the others would start feeling discomfort in their bodies.

Left with no choice, they had to move to the center of the formation to rest, preventing further strain and avoiding the risk of their energy cores collapsing from overuse.

"Just a little more—we’re almost inside the factory!" Duke shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he noticed more warriors retreating into the formation, their faces strained with discomfort.

"If you’re feeling unwell, don’t push yourselves just because we’re close. You’ll only make things worse."

His firm reminder resonated with those still fighting despite the throbbing pain in their heads.

Reluctantly, they paused and retreated into the formation to recover.

Even Reeve and Clyde tempered the intensity of their attacks, prioritizing caution over recklessness, aware that overexertion could render them liabilities later.

"Quick, open the door!" Fred yelled urgently as they reached the first warehouse, where stacks of textiles ready for delivery were stored.

"But it’s locked, sir!" one of the warriors called out, pointing to the massive padlock securing the door.

"Forcefully open—" Fred began, but before he could finish, Evelyn stepped forward, grabbed the lock, and gave it a seemingly gentle tug.

To everyone’s astonishment, not only did the lock come off, but a portion of the door was torn away with it.

Silence fell as all eyes turned to her in shock, their expressions shifting from disbelief to thinly veiled fear.