My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 551

Luckily, his defenses had improved just enough to prevent any serious injuries, but the impacts were enough to blur his vision for a few seconds, causing him to nearly lose his balance and stumble multiple times.

Despite the constant stumbling and the grim state he was in, he pressed on, urgency driving him forward.

He kept his focus on his surroundings and his back, but no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing—nothing following him. And it was driving him to the brink of madness.

Another rustling of leaves and the eerie creaking of trees filled the air as a gust of wind swept past him.

Sparrow’s stomach churned, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Fuck!" he growled under his breath, then leaped forward, pushing himself to go faster. ’

’Just a little more, he urged himself.

His legs burned, but he didn’t stop, knowing he was closing in on the vast rice fields ahead.

He had no idea how long he’d been running—time blurred in his mind.

All he knew was that he was nearing the farm, though still not close enough.

Ahead, there was a clearing, his last chance.

Once he reached it, he could use it to force whatever was following him into the open.

It was his only shot at uncovering his pursuer—or perhaps, by then, the thing chasing him would give up and retreat.

He didn’t know what to think, but as she leaped from branch to branch, the golden expanse of the rice fields came into view in the distance.

A smile slowly spread across his face, and a wave of excitement surged in his chest.

In that final moment, he pushed himself higher, leaping with all his strength to land a few meters outside the forest, right in the middle of the sprawling field.

Ack!

Cough...

Cough...

Sparrow’s vision blurred almost instantly as the golden hue of the rice field swayed before him, carried by the gusts of wind. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Everything felt distant, and his surroundings began to darken.

Desperate, he reached for the radio clipped to his belt, intent on sending a message that he wouldn’t make it back.

But his strength was slipping away, and before he knew it, the radio fell from his hand, clattering to the ground as a stream of blood rushed from him, staining the earth beneath.

Through his blurry vision, Sparrow looked down and saw himself suspended above the golden field, his stomach gruesomely torn open.

Thick, thorny vines twisted through the gaping wound, their barbs glinting ominously.

"Fuck... A m-mu...ta...ted plant," he managed to gasp, his voice weak and fading.

Darkness quickly enveloped him, and in an instant, the vines that had skewered him yanked his body back into the forest. The eerie silence returned, as if nothing had ever happened.

Sparrow vanished into the shadowy depths of the forest, leaving only his blood-stained radio abandoned in the middle of the swaying golden rice field.

The wind carried a haunting stillness, rustling the stalks softly as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. "Sparrow, over," a voice called, cutting through the silence, unanswered.

"Sparrow, do you hear me? Over." Vulture’s voice rumbled through the static, his tone strained as he continued to call out for Sparrow.

But no response came.

When Sparrow sent him away, Vulture had reluctantly complied, immediately boarding the truck with the rest of the team.

He delegated the driving to his co-passenger while he focused on monitoring their surroundings, ensuring their escape route was clear.

They had driven a considerable distance before Vulture allowed himself to glance back, hoping to catch sight of Sparrow.