My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 605

"Host! You’re on fire!" 008 exclaimed as Kisha’s relentless attacks lit up the battlefield, with her daggers weaving through the horde like guided missiles.

Meanwhile, the soldiers found renewed purpose as they armed themselves with the newly supplied rounds of enhanced ammunition.

Previously, they had felt like insignificant participants in the battle, their efforts barely making a dent against the now stronger, more resilient zombies.

Many had seen themselves as expendable compared to the awakened ability users—the true treasures of the base.

But now, armed with superior weapons, they stood on equal footing. Even without awakened abilities, they could hold their ground and fight effectively.

Their confidence, long eroded, had been reignited, and a renewed determination surged through the ranks.

"Hell yeah!" Kisha smirked, ramping up her attacks on the relentless wave of zombies. The wood-type evolved zombie, visibly enraged by the failure of its forces to gain any ground against Kisha and her people, roared in frustration.

But the angrier it got, the more exhilarated Kisha felt. She grinned wickedly, her eyes blazing with determination.

"Push them back even harder!" she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a rallying cry, fueling the morale of her people.

"Yes, City Lord!" a soldier responded crisply before launching an RPG into the heart of the dense zombie horde.

The missile struck its target with precision, triggering a massive explosion that sent zombies flying in all directions.

Three more soldiers quickly followed suit, firing their own missiles, creating a chain of deafening blasts.

The reverberations shook the walls, and the shockwaves sent hot gusts of wind sweeping over Kisha and the others.

Despite the devastating attacks, the horde barely seemed to thin down, it did so little to their number.

Undeterred, the soldiers seamlessly transitioned to the next wave of attacks. While one group reloaded, the second team, already prepared, unleashed their missiles, ensuring there was no pause in the relentless bombardment.

"Chop chop! Move it!" a soldier barked, glancing back at the team handling the RPGs.

His voice carried urgency as he turned his focus back to the incoming wave of zombies within his line of sight.

With practiced precision, he aimed his assault rifle, keeping it on single-fire mode to conserve ammunition.

Each carefully placed shot found its mark, taking down one zombie at a time. For now, a single bullet was enough to do the job, and he wasn’t about to waste resources with reckless firing.

The artisans were working tirelessly, pushing their limits as they upgraded the ammunition.

With each task, their actions became more precise, their techniques more refined, and their foundations stronger.

Unlike the offense and defense-type awakened ability users who relied on battles to solidify their foundations and gain experience before leveling up, artisan-type awakened ability users had a different path.

They needed to craft as much as possible within their area of expertise to strengthen their foundation.

Only then could they attempt to advance through meditation—a slow process unless supplemented by the energy from zombie crystal cores, like what Kisha and the others do.

This disaster, ironically, was also a blessing in disguise for all awakened ability users.

Whether offense, defense, or support types, everyone would inevitably grow stronger from the relentless battles and challenges.

For the blacksmith artisans, the constant crafting and upgrading of ammunition allowed them to steadily stabilize their foundations.

If they kept this up, it wouldn’t be long before they, too, were ready to level up.

The blacksmith artisans divided themselves into two groups to maximize efficiency. The first group focused on reinforcing the ammunition cartridges, while the second group worked on enhancing the gunpowder.

Once the gunpowder was ready, it was handed back to the first group to reseal the cartridges.

Meanwhile, the artisans skilled in food preparation teamed up with the cafeteria staff to produce easy-to-eat meals and snacks, ensuring the warriors and soldiers on the walls remained nourished and energized.

These collective efforts from every corner of the base strengthened the defenders’ resolve.

The warriors and soldiers standing on the walls felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing they weren’t fighting alone.

The entire base was more united than ever, a unity so palpable that it stirred something within Kisha, amplifying her determination and fueling her spirit.

More than anything, Kisha could feel her skill ’People’s Heart’ pulsating intensely.

She didn’t understand what was happening, but the energy radiating from within her seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

A mix of confusion and concern crept over her as she called out to 008.

"008, what’s going on with this skill? Is it overheating or something?" Kisha asked, her voice laced with worry.

She couldn’t afford for ’People’s Heart’ to malfunction—not now when she was relying on it so heavily.

If something went wrong, she wouldn’t know how to manage without it.