My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 756

Whenever an evolved zombie emerged from the horde, Kisha would unleash her 'Telekinesis Sub: Energy Burst', causing their heads to explode before they even reached her.

It was highly effective—though it required more energy and concentration than her other skills. Still, it was the quickest way to deal with an evolved zombie without the need for a direct confrontation or wasting time fighting it one-on-one. Who said she couldn't play dirty now?

Pop! Pop! Pop!

With the evolved zombies out of the picture, thanks to Kisha's precise and efficient takedowns, the rest of the group found it significantly easier to deal with the remaining threats.

Though the higher-level zombies still had enhanced speed and strength, they were nothing compared to the evolved ones Kisha killed with a mere flick of her hand.

Her strategy allowed the team to advance more swiftly, gaining momentum as they pushed forward—two steps at a time instead of one.

As the battle wore on, the group gradually found their rhythm. What began as reactive defense soon transformed into a fluid dance of coordinated strikes. Fighting side by side, their movements grew instinctive—sharp, purposeful, and unified.

It was exactly what Kisha had hoped to cultivate: a team that fought not as individuals, but as a single, cohesive force.

Their unspoken synergy became their greatest strength. Without relying on words, they could sense when to cover for one another, when to press forward, and when to retreat.

This quiet understanding was essential—not just for survival, but for outsmarting the enemy. Even if the zombies grew more cunning, they would never be able to anticipate the seamless cooperation of a team that moved as one.

Roar!!!

A beastly roar echoed from deep within the factory—an unearthly shriek of rage, somewhere between a squeal and a guttural howl.

It rattled the air, raw and furious.

The potential zombie king was angry. It could likely sense that its elite minions were being slaughtered one after another, and its carefully laid plans were starting to unravel.

But instead of fear, the roar pulled a slow, knowing smile from Kisha.

'Good.'

It meant the zombie king was losing its patience. That it was beginning to fray at the edges. And that was exactly what she wanted. The more agitated it became, the more likely it was to abandon its defenses, break formation, and come after her directly. That was the plan. Draw it out. Force it to act on impulse.

'Let it come.'

Then Duke summoned an ice storm. He pressed his bloodstained hand to the ground, and a wave of frost exploded outward from his touch, spreading like wildfire across the earth. The chilling energy crawled up the legs of every zombie in its path, freezing them solid from the feet up. In seconds, they were statues—motionless, encased in shimmering ice.

And then—crack.

With a sharp snap, every frozen corpse shattered into a million glittering shards, collapsing to the ground like brittle glass.

Without pause, Duke unleashed the next wave of his elemental assault, wielding ice like a weapon of pure destruction. Beside him, Kisha's floating daggers spun through the air, precise and relentless, slicing clean through zombie skulls one after another. In their wake, they left only silence and a trail of mangled, lifeless bodies.