My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 734

"Host, that Lisa woman is dead." 008 reported flatly.

"Good work, 008, for finding that Beast Attracting Talisman," Kisha said calmly, though there was a subtle shift in her demeanor. Something felt different, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Host, I only found and purchased the talisman, but you were the one who secretly put it on Lisa—disguising it with an Invincible Talisman so she wouldn't notice. The wicked woman got exactly what she deserved!" 008 said, voice tinged with indignation.

"You seem to really hate her?" Kisha teased, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Of course I do, Host!" 008 exclaimed. "If I had bound with you just a second later, the process would've failed. You would've died right there and become just another mindless zombie. I'd have been forced to find a new host or be sent back to my Constellation. That means—no second chances for you to restart your life."

Kisha could practically picture 008 crossing its arms, its indignation too obvious, as if it were pouting in frustration.

"It's over now. I've avenged myself, and Lisa's had a taste of her own medicine. But unlike me, she'll never get a second chance to start over," Kisha said, a quiet satisfaction settling in her chest. She gazed out the window, a sense of peace washing over her. For the first time in a long while, she felt truly free.

After Kisha placed the Beast Attracting Talisman on Lisa's body, all the mutated snakes that had been lurking in the tall grass suddenly converged on her. One by one, they slithered toward Lisa, drawn irresistibly to the talisman's pull. The area around her became a nightmare of writhing serpents, overwhelming her in seconds. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Not a single mutated creature paid any attention to Kisha's convoy, as if they were all hypnotized by the talisman's power. As Kisha and her convoy moved out of the farmland, not a single mutated snake or other creature crossed their path. All of them were fixated on Lisa's location, leaving Kisha's group untouched.

In a way, not only had Kisha avenged herself, but she had also spared her people from unnecessary fighting. By drawing the mutated snakes away, she saved them all the energy and danger of dealing with those relentless creatures.

Even Sparrow, Vulture, Eagle, Hawk, Tristan, and the rest—who had been bracing themselves for another battle with the mutated snakes—were taken by surprise. The journey was eerily quiet, with no attacks. The silence was both unsettling and a relief. They couldn't understand why, but they were grateful for the calm.

Dracon and his people silently observed as the Winters' convoy moved away from the farmland, their path diverging toward a different direction. The humvees tied to the back of the trucks were carefully pulled along, there was a little tension in the air.

Keith, sitting at the back of the first truck, was carefully wiping down his new prized possession—a longbow gifted to him by his sister. He treated it with the reverence of someone holding something irreplaceable.

The bow's smooth surface glistened under the sunlight, its intricate design resembling something crafted from ivory—elegant and almost ornamental. It looked more like a work of art than a weapon fit for battle.

Abby, watching him with curiosity, couldn't help but ask, "You can use a bow? That's amazing!" Her excitement was evident, her words tumbling out in animated surprise.

Her enthusiasm caught Dracon's attention, and he glanced over at Keith's bow. He raised an eyebrow, impressed by its exquisite appearance. Though clearly more decorative than practical, but the longbow was capable of more than its delicate beauty suggested.