My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 622

After the contract signing, the group started a barbecue over an open flame.

Some were grilled over charcoal, grilling stuffed squid, buttered lobster, and octopus, while the larger fish were roasted over the campfire.

Kisha wanted to help, but Duke wouldn’t allow it—and neither would the others.

First, because this was her territory, and they already felt like they were benefiting enough just by being here.

Secondly, they would feel uneasy watching her busy herself when she had already done so much for the base and everyone in it.

In truth, they didn’t want Duke helping either, but he insisted on personally cooking for his wife. No one could stop him from pampering Kisha.

Instead, they divided the tasks among themselves, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Only Daisy and Mrs. Winters stayed beside Kisha, engaging her in conversation, while Rose and Evelyn took charge of cooking, preparing barbecue marinades, and making dipping sauces.

Marcus busied himself fetching fresh ingredients from his field, while Mike and Grant gathered seasonal fruits from the orchard for Aston and Tristan to slice.

Everyone moved with purpose, as busy as bees, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere.

After the tense and nerve-wracking battle they had endured, this sense of peace and camaraderie felt like a breath of fresh air.

Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air as they worked together, making the wait for lunch all the more enjoyable.

Vulture’s massive swordfish was still grilling over the campfire, its size making it difficult to cook evenly.

To prevent charring on the outside, they wrapped it in banana leaves, allowing the heat to penetrate slowly.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Aston busied themselves slicing watermelon, pineapple, oranges, and mangoes, tossing them into a large juice bowl.

To enhance the flavor, they added Scarlet Honey and water before calling on Duke to conjure ice spikes.

Evelyn, with her blade-like hands, swiftly chopped the ice into tiny pieces, creating the perfect refreshing drink to accompany their feast.

Aston and Tristan didn’t forget to grab some coconuts for fresh coconut water, a beachside favorite.

Aston was assigned the task of climbing the coconut tree, which posed a bit of a challenge for him, as climbing wasn’t exactly his strength.

Tristan watched him like a hawk, adding pressure to him so he really didn’t have a choice either.

Thankfully, Aston recalled one of his soldiers climbing a similar tree with no branches, so he decided to give it a shot.

However, when he realized there was no rope available, he had no choice but to remove his belt and use it.

Wrapping it around the tree like an anchor, with both ends firmly gripped in his hands, he let out a heavy sigh and glanced up at the towering coconut tree before beginning the climb.

He carefully removed his shoes to avoid slipping, then proceeded to ascend slowly.

Every few steps, he paused to use his machete, carving a trail to make the climb easier the next time.

As Aston repeated the process, he eventually reached the top of the tree, where the coconuts were hanging.

Their greenish hue, tinged with a hint of brown at the top, made them easy to spot. Once he was sure he could reach the fruit with his arm, he paused in his climb, hugging the trunk of the tree.

The tree was stable, slightly tipping sideways, which allowed Aston to let go with his upper body, using only his lower half to cling tightly to the trunk.