My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 588

"Alert!"

"Alert!"

Kisha’s eyes snapped open at the sound of 008’s mechanical voice. Her pulse quickened as her vision adjusted, and what greeted her was a glowing new mission tab hovering in her line of sight.

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[New Mission Available]

[Sudden Hidden Mission: EX Class "The Beginning of the End!"]

[Description]:

Today marks the beginning of humanity’s true end—a descent into the harshest trials yet. The time for small challenges is over.

Mission Requirement:

Survive the next 24 hours and ensure that your base withstands the storm. Protect its existence from being wiped off the face of this abyss-stricken world. Lead your strongest warriors through this first, grueling test and secure the survival of humanity’s hope. Prove your worth as a leader and commander.

Mission Completion Rewards:

30 Gachapon Draws, 30 Resource Crates, 200,000 System Points, System Update +1, 1 Awakening Stone, and Title: "The Leader of the New World"

...

Kisha jolted awake, her heart pounding from the vivid images of the new mission swirling in her mind. It was still dark outside, and she had no idea what time it was.

Boom!

A distant explosion shattered the silence. Startled, Kisha froze, ears straining as the sound rippled through the night.

Around her, others began to stir, roused by the deafening blast and was starting to come out of their own room to check what was going on.

Even Duke shot upright, his eyes narrowing with sharp, predatory focus. The air around him seemed to thrum with tension.

"We’ve got company?" His words, though phrased as a question, carried the weight of certainty.

Kisha nodded and instinctively glanced at the wall clock. It read 12:02 a.m.—just two minutes past midnight.

She realized that the notification had come precisely at 12:00 a.m. If they needed to survive for 24 hours as stated in the sudden mission, that meant their challenge would end at 12:01 a.m. the next day.

A full day of survival under these circumstances felt daunting, but there was no time to dwell on it. Kisha pushed the thought aside, focusing on the immediate demands of the situation.

Boom!

Another resounding explosion echoed from the opposite side of the wall. Instead of hearing an alarm from the base’s speakers, the blasts themselves served as a grim warning—an imminent battle was unfolding in the wall.

The lack of a formal alarm meant the soldiers and warriors were caught off guard, overwhelmed by the sudden chaos.

Kisha and Duke wasted no time. They quickly got dressed and geared up, ready for action.

As they stepped out of their room, they crossed paths with the Winters. Moments later, Marcus and the children came rushing in from the outside to check on the Winters.

Meanwhile, the Winters’ men sprinted toward the villa, clearly alarmed and seeking to ensure their master’s safety.

However, there was no sign of Vulture. He was likely still out on patrol, guarding the perimeter near the walls.

After donning their cloaks, Duke leaned in and kissed Kisha’s forehead. His gaze was intense, brimming with trust and determination. "You better stay safe and protect yourself out there," he said firmly.

Kisha nodded, and with that assurance, Duke started sprinting off. But before he got too far, Kisha’s voice rang out behind him.

"Be careful! And make sure to protect yourself too! Don’t you dare die on me!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.

Her eyes were noticeably red, her chest tight with unspoken fears. She hadn’t told anyone, but she knew this battle would be far more brutal than the first zombie wave they had endured.

The fresh pain of Sparrow’s loss weighed heavily on her, and the thought of losing anyone else—especially Duke—made her tremble. Fear clawed at her, threatening to overwhelm her resolve, but she fought to keep it at bay.

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to steady her nerves. As she composed herself, a cold glint of determination replaced the fear in her eyes.

Without hesitation, Kisha sprinted toward the western wall, while Duke headed for the southern wall.

Duke hadn’t responded to her earlier plea—he wasn’t one to make promises. Instead, he let his actions speak for him, and the look in his eyes said everything Kisha needed to hear.

It was that unspoken assurance that allowed her to set aside her fear, even if only for a moment. She couldn’t afford to let doubt cloud her judgment in the heat of battle.

Right now, her focus had to remain sharp. As the mission demanded, she was the commander, and it was her responsibility to lead these people through the chaos.

They had 24 hours to survive—a long and arduous test of endurance, resolve, and strength.

Around Kisha, warriors and soldiers moved with urgency, rushing to their posts with weapons and supplies in hand. The air buzzed with tension and the sound of hurried footsteps.

When Kisha reached the western wall, the scene was already chaotic. Soldiers were hard at work: one manned the mounted Gatling gun atop the wall, its barrels ready to roar into action, while others prepared their grenades.