My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 550

It made him feel like he was fretting over nothing, yet the sense of danger was so intense and unmistakable that he couldn’t dismiss it as mere paranoia from the constant battles or his mind playing tricks on him.

The feeling was too real, too sharp, to ignore.

"Tsk!" Sparrow clicked his tongue in frustration, his patience wearing thin.

Vulture and the others were waiting for him at the truck, and they still needed to search for their missing teammates.

Despite his irritation, Sparrow couldn’t see a way out of this mess. The situation was only growing more complicated, and he was stuck in the middle of it.

’Why the hell am I so unlucky?!’ Sparrow muttered to himself, a mix of self-doubt and disdain in his voice.

He couldn’t help but realize how often trouble seemed to find him on missions, as if he were some kind of magnet for it.

’Fuck, this isn’t funny at all...’ he muttered, though a touch of dark humor slipped into his thoughts. He forced himself to lighten up, hoping to shake off the heavy weight on his chest.

’Why can’t I attract a little good luck for once? Maybe some love life, instead of all this damn trouble?’

After a while of finding nothing, Sparrow leaped from one branch to the next, seemingly continuing his journey back.

But in reality, he was trying to draw out whatever was following him.

His senses were on high alert, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

Yet, with each movement, the heavier the feeling in his chest became, the more his unease grew.

A sudden icy chill crept up his neck, forcing him to stop and spin around, only to find... nothing.

This was the first time Sparrow had ever been this spooked.

’It isn’t a ghost, is it?’ he thought, his mind nearing the breaking point.

’Fuck... Is it playing with me? Or is it just enjoying watching its prey drown in fear before it finally shows itself?’

His expression darkened as his eyes darted back to the path he’d come from.

’When did it even start following me?’ Sparrow thought with a twinge of self-reproach. ’I didn’t notice until it was too late.’

He cursed under his breath, frustration building inside him.

If he had kept his mind sharp the entire time, maybe he would have noticed the abnormality sooner. But his thoughts had been distracted, and now it was too late to turn back. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}

Yet, no matter how much he beat himself up or reprimanded himself, it wouldn’t change anything.

It was also possible that even with his mind fully focused, he might not have detected this shadow so easily.

"Sparrow, over... What’s taking you so long? The mutated cows might come back and catch our scent out here in the open," Vulture’s voice crackled through the radio again.

This time, it was clearer than before, signaling that Sparrow was getting closer to Vulture’s position. A bead of cold sweat formed on Sparrow’s forehead as the realization hit him.

He grabbed the radio and said, "You lead the team to the rendezvous point, I’ll follow you guys." Sparrow deliberately avoided mentioning the location of their meeting spot.

He was cautious—whatever was following him might possess enough intelligence to pick up on his words and track his teammates instead.

After all, it was far more efficient for the threat to follow the group than waste time on a guarded Sparrow.

Vulture, picking up on the tension in Sparrow’s voice and the words he’d chosen, immediately sensed that something was off.

From their years of working together, Vulture knew Sparrow had likely found himself in a situation where returning to the main group would only put them at risk.

It was also clear that Sparrow hadn’t identified the nature of the threat yet—if he had, he would’ve given more direct instructions or even come up with a plan to confront it together for a faster, more effective resolution.