My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 647

If his deduction was correct, these mutated insects fed on the sap of the mutated tree, and in return, they helped the tree by dulling the senses of its prey.

That would explain why he hadn’t initially noticed the mutated tree creeping closer to him—the sweet scent had clouded his awareness.

Now that he thought about it, he had first noticed this aroma back when he was wandering through the forest, searching for his missing teammates from Group 6.

He hadn’t given it much thought at the time since the scent wasn’t unusual in a place like this—it could have come from a flower or even honey produced by local bees.

Besides, he had been too focused on finding his missing teammates to pay attention to it. But now, looking back, he realized his negligence had led him to this predicament.

After all, Kisha always reminded them that they lived in a different world now, where every detail mattered. Their surroundings were filled with evolved beings—trees, insects, animals, humans, and even zombies—making vigilance a necessity for survival.

Every detail mattered, and now that he was trapped, he realized he had long since fallen into the mutated tree’s grasp.

The tree, aided by the mutated insects’ sweet scent, had been luring him in from the start. That scent had subtly dulled his senses, allowing the tree’s roots to creep closer and closer without him noticing.

It had patiently waited for him to lower his guard, for his awareness to fade just enough for it to strike.

That was why, no matter how much his instincts screamed at him, no matter how hard he looked around when his alarm bells went off, he had failed to spot the real threat—it had been hidden within the very air he breathed.

Even back then, he had already fallen under its spell. Not only had his senses dulled, but there was a high chance that even his mental signatures had been tampered with.

Based on his symptoms, he couldn’t dismiss the possibility—especially since he could barely feel his connection to his spiritual energy. That was what unsettled him the most. Your next read is at freewebnovel

He couldn’t tell whether the scent from the mutated insects was actually soothing his turbulent energy or if his mental state had been thrown into disarray.

Was he under hypnosis?

Trapped in an illusion?

Or was it a mix of both? Whatever it was, it wasn’t a full illusion—his vision remained clear—but his perception, his ability to trust his own senses, was slipping away.

Either way, the situation was far from good.

’Maybe once I deal with these mutated insects, my senses will return to normal?’ Sparrow thought as he continued launching ’Wind Blade’ attacks in every direction.

Precision didn’t matter—there were so many of them that every strike tore through a cluster, sending fluorescent blood splattering across the cave.

The glowing liquid pulsed for a few moments before fading into darkness, and with each insect he killed, the cave grew dimmer and more ominous.

Despite their parasitic relationship with the mutated tree, the mutated insects weren’t completely defenseless. As Sparrow continued his relentless assault, cutting down dozens of them with each strike, the surviving insects reacted.

They no longer clung to the dangling roots, so they swarmed together, forming a dense, spiraling mass in the air.

The cave was filled with the deafening hum of countless beating wings, the sound echoing from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint their movements.

Sparrow kept launching attacks, but now that the insects had clustered together, his strikes weren’t as effective. No matter how many he cut down, more kept closing in, shrinking the distance between them and their target—him.