My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 729

"Lisa, calm down..." Gavel quickly patted her back, concern in his voice as he turned to look at Kisha with a frown. But Kisha, unfazed, barely acknowledged him.

Kisha was always blunt about her likes and dislikes. While she, too, had no fondness for Melody, she knew better than to simply push her away because of the Evans' connection to her.

Melody didn't pose a direct threat to her, so she was manageable—someone she could let go for now. But Lisa? That was a different story. Lisa had once pushed Kisha to her death by throwing her into a zombie horde to save her own skin.

Such a despicable woman, filled with deceitful tricks, couldn't be allowed to wander free. Kisha knew the longer Lisa lived, the more problems and harm she could cause to everyone around her. She had to be dealt with.

Kisha's voice was calm, but there was a clear edge to it as she addressed Captain Dracon. "Well, Captain Dracon, most of your people seem fine, but I can't accept this woman joining our base. I won't risk being stabbed in my sleep by a snake slithering around." Her expression was both nonchalant and mocking as she pointed at Lisa, making it abundantly clear who she was referring to. There was no need for further explanation—it was unnegotiable. Kisha had made up her mind.

"Kisha! Who are you to decide someone's life or death?" Lisa almost screamed, her voice breaking before she collapsed to the ground in a sob.

Gavel immediately crouched down beside her, trying to calm her, though his glare at Kisha was sharp, his frustration was also obvious.

He looked up at Duke, clearly dissatisfied, but he couldn't just come out and say that Kisha was relying on Duke for protection. After all, Gavel had witnessed Kisha's strength firsthand during the fight.

They hadn't even figured out what was going on with these people—how they had powers, something completely foreign to them. It left everyone on edge. While they were all wary of Kisha and her group, they also knew that their survival depended on these individuals who had abilities they couldn't explain—whether it was some kind of supernatural gift or the result of science, no one knew for sure.

"Kisha, despite our past disagreement, you can't decide my life and death just like that!" Lisa roared, as if she was already at the end of her rope filled with anguish as she cried then Melody who was staying silent up until now also stepped up to support Lisa, after all, the enemy or her enemy is her friend.

"Kisha, you can't just decide who lives and who dies based on personal dislike or dissatisfaction," Melody said, her voice steady and thoughtful. "We're talking about human lives here. If you leave her out there, it's basically a death sentence. Doesn't that make you responsible for her death? Wouldn't that make you a murderer?"

Her words carried weight, convincing Kisha with a calm and logical argument. Even the others found it hard to argue against her point—it was morally sound, and her reasoning was hard to refute.

But Kisha? She had seen it all—morality had long since lost its hold on her. She had abandoned those ideals, and no one could easily manipulate her sense of right and wrong anymore.

With a cold, almost bored expression, she replied, "Then you can choose to stay out here with her, if that's what you want. I won't stop you."

She shot Melody a smug smirk, her gaze dripping with indifference. It was clear she wasn't taking Melody seriously—she saw her as nothing more than a clown, desperate to grab attention in a circus of her own making.