My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 617

Kisha turned her gaze toward the mountain of corpses piled outside the wall, the overpowering stench finally registering now that the battle was over.

During the fight, survival had been their only focus—adrenaline had dulled their senses, pushing everything else to the background. But now, with their bodies finally at rest, the gruesome reality of the aftermath settled in.

The soldiers standing atop the wall began to shift uncomfortably as the foul odor assaulted their nostrils.

The wind carried the putrid stench far beyond the barricade of the wall, seeping into the central hall—a sickening reminder of the carnage they had just endured.

"Ugh! It feels like I can taste it through my nostrils. Uweh!" A soldier gagged, his body still weak from exhaustion as he fought the urge to vomit.

The stench wasn’t just the foulness of a dumpster or a rotting corpse—it was something far worse, something thick and suffocating.

But none of them had the energy to clean up. Even Kisha, despite her abundant spiritual energy, mana, and high ’Mental Capacity’, felt the weariness creeping in now that the tension had drained from her body. She still needed rest.

With one final glance at the battlefield, she let out a slow breath and began her descent from the sky.

"Alright, everyone," Kisha called out, her voice cutting through the air.

"Those who’ve managed to rest will take watch on the walls. The rest of you, get some sleep and gather your strength before we start cleaning up this mess."

She didn’t mind the stench—it was something she had grown used to from her previous lives. But that didn’t mean she was willing to let it linger.

The situation was urgent.

There were still many normal humans, low-level Awakened ability users, and support types among them, all of whom had weak immune systems.

If they didn’t take care of the corpses outside the walls, the rotting bodies would quickly become a breeding ground for disease, threatening to wipe out her people one by one due to an epidemic.

It wasn’t just a mess—it was a ticking time bomb.

More than just the disease, the corpses outside could attract swarms of vermin—mutated rats, dangerous animals, and disease-carrying insects—gathering around their base like an army of filth.

The thought made Kisha’s smile fade as quickly as it had appeared.

After a brief moment of relief, she set aside her excitement and focused, slipping back into the role of a City Lord.

Thankfully, seeing how hard everyone had fought and how many remained in a coma, the civilians within the base stepped up to serve as temporary lookouts.

Meanwhile, the soldiers, warriors, and leaders—those who had led the battle from every corner of the wall—finally had the chance to rest.

The soldiers and warriors felt a wave of appreciation wash over them, their emotions stirred by the sense that all their struggles had been worth it.

The bond between the base’s people had grown stronger, and more unified. Kisha nodded in quiet approval, pleased with the sense of camaraderie that had emerged from the chaos.

After making sure everything was in order around the western wall and checking the tents set up near her side, Kisha’s eyes fell on the warriors who had fallen into a deep coma.

They had pushed their bodies to the brink, overexerting their energy cores to the point of near-explosion.

She couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at her. Not everyone would be as fortunate as Duke in surviving such an ordeal. The risk of long-term damage or even death was very real.