My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 727

The woman tried to act friendly, but Kisha remained unmoved. Her smile, once warm, twisted into something cold and sinister. Kisha was not the type to forget a grudge, not even after lifetimes. Now that the woman was standing right in front of her, it spared Kisha the trouble of seeking her out for revenge.

Though it had been a long time ago in her previous lives, in this one, it had only been more than a month since Kisha had last crossed paths with this woman.

"Lisa, so you're here..." Kisha's voice was smooth, but the coldness in her tone was too obvious. The smile that spread across her face made Lisa hesitate. She took a step back, swallowing hard as a chill swept over her.

There was something terrifying about Kisha's smile—it was wrong. While others would see beauty and innocence, Lisa could feel the sharp, bloodthirsty edge beneath it.

'It was all directed at her.'

Kisha's bloodlust was a weapon, one she was wielding with full force, directed only at Lisa. The woman's skin crawled under the weight of that gaze.

Who was Lisa, you ask? She was the same woman who had pushed Hera into the zombies in Kisha's first life, leading to Kisha's brutal death.

And now?

It seemed Lisa had learned nothing. She hadn't changed at all.

Still vile.

Still selfish.

Still willing to use others as pawns, as human meat shields, to protect herself.

To think that this same woman would appear on Kisha's doorstep... It brought a twisted satisfaction, a dark glee. Kisha didn't just want revenge—she wanted to make Lisa feel the same helplessness Kisha had endured. The thought of it made her blood sing, her desire to make Lisa pay for her sins growing with every passing second.

She was delighted. No, she was beyond delighted—she wanted to peel the skin from Lisa's bones.

Still, Lisa kept up her sweet act, casting a glance at Kisha before shifting her gaze to the man standing behind her—Duke. He was far more handsome than the man she'd clung to earlier, and he radiated authority and strength.

Instinctively, Lisa assumed Duke was the leader of this group, and that Kisha, just like her, had attached herself to a powerful man for protection.

After all, Kisha was beautiful—more beautiful than Lisa, with flawless skin, a toned figure, and youth on her side. And that was exactly why Lisa had targeted her back in their old office life.

Lisa had always hated her.

Kisha was a threat. A prettier, younger woman who dared to be competent too. Lisa wanted Kisha gone—out of sight, out of the company. That way, Lisa could reign as the undisputed queen of the office, bask in admiration, and have every man wrapped around her finger again.

She'd done everything to break her. She'd stolen Kisha's proposal ideas and passed them off as her own. She'd turned the whole office against her, using gossip and manipulation to isolate her. She'd forced Kisha to do every menial task while keeping her from any major projects. Kisha had been treated like an intern instead of the skilled professional she was.

But no matter how much pressure Lisa applied, no matter how dirty her tricks got… Kisha never quit.

She stayed. She endured.

And now, looking at Kisha standing proudly beside a powerful man, stronger than ever—Lisa's stomach twisted with something bitter and ugly. Jealousy. And envy.

Everything changed the day before the apocalypse struck—when Kisha finally bared her fangs.