My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 791

"Damn this mission! This system is completely screwed up!" he shouted.

His breathing was ragged. His hands trembled. But at this point, using the scroll was better than dying with it unopened.

With gritted teeth, he yanked the string loose, tore through the wax seal, and unrolled the scroll in front of him, aimed directly at the oncoming alien horde.

Crackle!

Then, the moment the scroll activated, a violent surge of lightning exploded forward like a raging storm. The entire alien army in front of him was obliterated—not blasted, not thrown, but reduced to nothing, not even ash.

The force was so intense it knocked him two steps backward. He instinctively swept the scroll from one side to the other, trying to steady himself, only to watch in stunned disbelief as the arc of lightning followed his movement, wiping out every single alien within range.

Silence fell. The battlefield was empty.

No bodies. No blood. Just scorched ground and smoking air.

"Ha... ha ha ha!" he burst into laughter, breathless. "What the hell?! This scroll is insane!"

[The Crusader has given you a 5-star review for the Combat-type Lightning Magic Scroll (Beginner).]

As if he wasn't done yet—and still riding the high of his survival—the Crusader added to his review: "Ha ha ha! This magic scroll was insanely powerful!" Like a man who had stumbled upon a priceless gem in a pile of trash, he was grinning ear to ear, laughing uncontrollably until the reinforcements finally arrived.

Even they were stunned by the scene. The last message they had received from the Crusader had been a frantic, curse-laced distress call, warning them that he was moments from death. In fact, his rant was so intense that they'd been forced to shut off their communication channel. And yet… here they were.

No aliens in sight. No bodies. Just a scorched battlefield, smoke still rising from the seared earth, as if hell itself had erupted from the ground.

The most baffling part was the Crusader himself—laughing hysterically, as if he'd completely lost his mind. The reinforcements were certain he had snapped, perhaps even hallucinating the whole ordeal.

A medic cautiously approached, ready to check for signs of poison or any other cause for his strange behavior. But when they observed him more closely, it became clear that he wasn't under the influence of any hallucinogenic toxins, nor did he seem to be in any altered state.

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