My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 778

Kisha watched as the Silver Flame hesitated, flickering uncertainly. She remained still, showing remarkable patience as it gradually lowered its guard. For a while, it simply hovered there—until, without warning, it lunged straight toward her.

Kisha's heart leapt in fear. She was certain she was about to be burned alive. Her scream caught in her throat as she shut her eyes tightly… but the pain never came.

Tentatively, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands and body—there was no sign of the Silver Flame. Instead, her consciousness began to glow with a silver light. In both her mind and her physical body, a glowing array slowly formed beneath her.

Then, a strange symbol—one she didn't recognize—appeared before her and branded itself upon her heart. Or rather, it marked her very soul.

It reminded her of the moment she had formed a contract with her battle pet, Bell—only this felt far deeper, more profound.

This time, the marking—the contract—was etched directly into her soul. Kisha felt it like a searing brand of power and connection, yet instead of pain, she was enveloped in warmth. Strength flooded through her, wrapping around her like a protective embrace. In that moment, she could sense the emotions of the Silver Flame—its weariness, its trust, and its surrender.

A gentle smile touched her lips. "Don't worry, leave everything to me," she whispered, her voice tender and resolute. Within her consciousness, she curled inward, hugging herself as if comforting both her soul and the flame now bound to it.

In the physical world, the Silver Flame that once raged around her began to calm, softening into a gentle glow. Kisha realized she could now control its temperature with the barest flicker of thought—it responded to her will as if it were a natural extension of her body.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. Though her skin was still blistered and burned from before, the Silver Flame now rested in her palm—calm, obedient, no longer a source of pain but of power.

Because of the Silver Flame, Kisha's clothes were burned beyond repair, and parts of her hair were scorched. Angry red blisters and burn marks marred her skin, a painful reminder of the flame's previous wrath.

[Healing Dome Activated]

[Healing Dome Leveled Up!]

[Healing Dome Activated]

A warm, soothing energy spread across her body as the Healing Dome worked its magic. Kisha could still see faint trails of smoke rising from her skin, but the pain began to ease. The blisters were slowly fading, healing gradually as if she'd just taken a low-tier potion.

'How long was I in there?' she wondered, watching the wounds knit themselves together in real time.

"You were only locked in your mental space for about five minutes, Host," 008 answered calmly.

"What?! Only five minutes?!" Kisha blinked, stunned. "It felt like a whole day had passed in there!"

She hadn't realized just how distorted time could be inside her mental space.

"Well, you did great taming the Spiritual Flame! Now you can control it freely and concoct potions without a hitch," 008 said cheerfully. If it had a physical form, Kisha was sure she'd see dollar signs in its eyes, staring at her like she was a walking treasure trove.

Kisha pursed her lips in amusement and deactivated her Rainbow Cube—only to be immediately swept off her feet.

Duke's scent hit her first, warm and familiar, followed by the overwhelming comfort of his arms wrapping around her. He held her as if she were made of glass, trembling slightly as he clung to her. His voice came out hoarse, choked with emotion."Wifey… you made me so worried."

Only then did Kisha realize how deeply her absence had affected them. She looked over his shoulder and saw her grandparents, her little brother, the Winters—even the Wyatts—all gathered, watching her with wide, anxious eyes.