My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 768

Kisha felt pretty pleased with herself — and for good reason. She was right. Learning new skills still depended on natural talent.

No matter how many manuals she collected or how much she practiced, if she lacked the talent, it would just be wasted effort.

But if she used the manual and passed the knowledge to someone truly gifted, she'd basically be recruiting skilled workers for free. Either way, she was the one coming out on top.

After hearing her reasoning, 008's tone changed completely. Kisha could almost imagine the little system grinning from ear to ear.

"Ha! Capitalist!" Kisha rolled her eyes.

Now that 008 realized the bigger picture — that they could produce more products, attract a wider range of customers, and earn even more — it had nothing left to nag about.

How could it mock Kisha now?

Even if she couldn't personally master potion-making, teaching someone else would still serve her goals perfectly. Besides, having the knowledge meant no one could trick her, steal ingredients, or shortchange her. In the end, knowledge was power, and even without innate talent, it would open countless doors for her.

Besides, Kisha could speak so confidently because she already had someone in mind who could learn the alchemy technique in her place. She had her backup plan ready, ensuring that her time for inscribing wouldn't be affected at all. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

Meanwhile, as Kisha and the others made their way back, on Eagle, Hawk, Bald Eagle, and Dracon's side, things were getting chaotic. Due to the early reinforcement calls triggered by the presence of a potential evolved zombie, their team was now nearly overwhelmed by the flood of incoming zombies attacking from all sides.

"Shit! More Molotovs!" Hawk shouted, frantically flicking his lighter, but no flame sparked to life. "Damn it! Out of gas—of all times, you decide to quit on me?!" he muttered under his breath, shoving the useless lighter back into his pocket.

Without wasting another second, he raised his index finger and summoned a small flame using his fire-type awakened ability, the flickering light hovering like a makeshift lighter.

Stretching his hand out to the side, he waited for the others to pass him more Molotovs, all while keeping his eyes locked on the incoming horde of zombies closing in fast.

"No more!!! We're out of alcohol!" one of their teammates shouted in distress.Around them, empty crates were all that remained — the last of the alcohol and flammable materials had already been gathered and used.

They had scoured the entire area, but now, there was nothing left. No other choice remained: they would have to face the incoming zombie horde in brutal close combat or rely on their awakened abilities.

Earlier, the zombies had seemed desperate to rush past them, driven toward some unknown destination. But now, the frenzy had ceased. Worse, the zombies had turned their bloodthirsty eyes toward them. There was no mistaking it — this time, the horde wasn't passing by. They were here to devour them.

And so, all they could do now was fight.

There were no Molotovs left to rely on — even the snipers had run out of bullets. They had collected the spent cartridges from the ground, storing them in their backpacks, hoping they could be used later to craft new ammunition.

For now, with no Molotovs left, Hawk and Eagle unleashed their abilities: fireballs and water spears exploded across the battlefield. Hawk, however, refrained from summoning his lava armor. He knew it would rapidly drain his spiritual energy, and they had no idea how long they needed to hold out.

The main team was still out of radio range, leaving them completely cut off from updates or support.

Then, without warning, Tristan appeared — teleporting in after several rapid jumps. He stumbled slightly, pausing to catch his breath and steady the dizziness before speaking.Although space and time flowed for him like water, he was still far from fully getting used to the disorienting sensation of tearing through it, so he still needed time to adjust.