My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 749

"What is this, a reward after a slap?" Kisha muttered skeptically, eyeing the system panel in front of her. But then her eyes crinkled with amusement, a grin spreading across her face. "Well, if the rewards are this good, you can slap me a few more times. Ha ha ha!"

"Host, you seem to be in a suspiciously good mood. Did something catch your eye?" 008 asked with a hint of indignation, looking at her with an exaggeratedly skeptical expression. It had been bracing itself for another angry outburst—but instead, Kisha looked genuinely pleased about receiving the new mission.

After all, this mission meant more would surely follow, just like before… and that meant more preparations, more stress, and more battles. 008 could already feel the exhaustion creeping in on Kisha's behalf.

"Of course I'm happy!" Kisha grinned, barreling through the incoming zombies with ease, her blades flashing. "Not only do I get a new manual and learn a whole new set of skills without spending a single system point, but I also get to train my aura. This is the perfect stage to push it to its limits and see just how strong it is compared to relying only on my spiritual energy and mana!"

With each powerful strike, she cleared a path ahead, determined not to let their group get overrun.

Kisha took a deep breath as a soft golden glow began to envelop her weapons—both her long and short katana, as well as her floating daggers. The light shimmered like a divine aura, warm yet deadly.

When she swung her blade horizontally, it felt effortless—like slicing through butter with an impossibly sharp knife.

She barely needed to exert any strength, yet the zombies in front of her crumpled like paper.

"I… I never knew aura could be this powerful," Kisha murmured, awe in her voice.

Spinning like a whirlwind, her blades flashed in every direction. Zombies fell left and right, caught in her blind sweeps. Even the peak level-1 zombies couldn't get close to her—dropping one after another like flies under a golden storm.

Seeing Kisha surrounded by a golden light of energy and slicing through the horde like a goddess of war, Duke began to understand what was happening. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and called upon his own aura.

A dark, almost black energy tinged with a violent edge began to flicker around him—not yet fully condensed, but enough to extend over his body and spear like a thin, protective veil. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Instantly, Duke felt the shift—his body grew lighter, more agile, and strength surged through his limbs like a flood. He swung his spear with newfound ease, and to his surprise, a sharp gust of wind exploded from the motion, blasting away the zombies rushing toward him.

Then he struck. In a blink, he was in front of a nearby zombie—so fast it didn't even register his presence. The moment his spear touched its flesh, it sliced through effortlessly, so smoothly that Duke barely felt the impact. There was a brief pause before the zombie's head slipped cleanly from its shoulders and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Duke raised an eyebrow before twisting midair in a sharp spin, his spear following in perfect sync. The motion created a whirlwind of deadly precision as the blade tore through the surrounding zombies, each strike releasing a burst of wind charged with the power of his aura. In one fluid motion, he cleared the area around him with ease.