My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 548

This explained why the cow was still bleeding until now—it was the poison, making the blood run thinner and darker.

As the thought crossed his mind, Sparrow realized that it could very well explain everything.

With this newfound understanding, he took the ’Shakan Poison Dagger’ and approached the mutated cow’s stomach area, where he had previously struck.

He located the small wound he had inflicted earlier, and with the tip of the dagger, he carefully made an incision, probing to see what the poison had done to the cow’s insides.

Everyone gathered closer to see what Sparrow and Vulture were doing to the mutated cow.

The flame in its horn had long since died down, leaving everyone even more curious.

It took Sparrow quite a while to cut through the stomach of the creature, and when he finally did, a black, watery blood gushed out.

The consistency was so thin and unnatural that it was hard to believe it was blood at all. No wonder the mutated cow had died so easily.

Surprisingly, just as Vulture had mentioned, the mutated cow’s meat was incredibly tender, much like wagyu beef.

Its flesh marbled with fat, and despite its massive, muscular frame, the meat wasn’t made up of tough ligaments and muscle. The contrast was so striking that Sparrow and everyone else stood there dumbfounded.

Unlike its tough hide, the meat inside was surprisingly easy to cut through, almost like butter under Sparrow’s blade.

He briefly wondered if the dagger Kisha had given him was special, its sharpness perhaps making the task easier.

Curious, he glanced back at Vulture, grabbed the dagger at his side, and tried using it to cut through the mutated cow’s meat.

To his surprise, the dagger sliced through the flesh without any issue.

"Told you, this mutated cow could still be eaten," Vulture said smugly, his arms crossed as he looked down at Sparrow, eager to rub in that he was right.

Despite Vulture’s confidence, Sparrow remained cautious.

While this might prove Vulture’s point, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be hidden issues with the mutated cow’s meat that they hadn’t discovered yet.

After all, the cow had died from poisoning, and they wouldn’t know for sure until they examined the other mutated cows.

After standing up, Sparrow motioned for everyone to head back to the truck.

"Alright, let’s get back and find our people. One Space Tye Awakened Ability User, store this mutated cow in your space, and we’ll let the City Lord examine it once we’re back!"

He clapped his hands together to shake off the dust sticking to his gloves, then wiped Vulture’s dagger clean off any residue to the mutated cow’s hide.

Holding the blade carefully, he returned it to Vulture, waiting for him to take it before doing the same with the dagger Kisha had given him.

Vulture eyed Sparrow’s dagger with interest, a wide, fawning smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, Sparrow, mind if I borrow your dagger for a bit?" he asked eagerly, clearly eager to test out the mysterious, razor-sharp blade.

At the sound of Vulture’s wolfish tone, Sparrow instinctively gripped his dagger tighter, not wanting Vulture to get any ideas.

The "borrow for a bit" could easily stretch into something much longer.

After all, once Vulture realized the dagger also enhanced the wielder’s strength—something Sparrow had felt firsthand earlier—he’d probably never want to give it back.

Without a word, Sparrow quickly turned and strode back toward the truck, leaving Vulture standing there with his hand outstretched.

"Use your big hammer..." Sparrow said, and it was only then that Vulture remembered he had left his massive hammer behind.

He had forgotten to use it earlier, as it was too large to carry comfortably.

He had leaned it against the seat, deciding it would be too cumbersome to keep in his lap during the journey, especially with the cramped space.

Even with that massive hammer, Vulture doubted it would do much against the mutated cow.

The creature’s defenses were so tough, he feared his hammer might end up like Sparrow’s dagger—broken after just one strike.

"Hmph! Cheapskate!" he grumbled, chasing after Sparrow.

He slid into the truck’s passenger seat, but once inside, they all realized they had forgotten one important detail—the truck had taken quite a beating from the mutated cow.

So, they all climbed out again.

"We need to change the tire and fix a few things—the truck’s leaning to one side," Sparrow said, gesturing toward the vehicle.

A few of Winters’ men jumped into action, working together with Vulture to lift the truck, since they didn’t have a car jack.

While Vulture and the others focused on changing the tire, Sparrow took charge of perimeter security, leading the rest of the team.

Meanwhile, he tried reaching out to their other group via radio.