My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 80

As Vulture attempted to straighten up, drawing closer to Tristan while wincing in pain, those in the manhole keenly observed the shifting dynamics between them and they noticed the person standing before Vulture.

"Tristan, we’re back!" Bald Eagle exclaimed with excitement, emerging eagerly from the manhole.

"Bal...Bald Eagle?!" Tristan’s voice trembled once more, taken aback by the unexpected appearance of Bald Eagle and his team. They hadn’t seen them return from their supply run the previous day, leading them to assume the worst—that those who ventured outside were lost.

Plans were already underway to verify their fate when this unforeseen turn of events unfolded, leaving them caught in this precarious situation.

Before Tristan could contain his excitement, he caught sight of Duke’s silhouette emerging from the manhole, and his heart leaped with even greater anticipation. "Master!" he exclaimed, rushing toward Duke. However, as he drew closer, he sensed something amiss and his mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.

"Has Master been bitten?!" His voice, filled with anger and fear, reverberated through the basement, drawing the attention of everyone present as they struggled to comprehend his words.

Vulture gasped as he tried to adjust his breathing due to the pain brought by his broken ribs from being beaten to a pulp by Tristan. "Tristan, what are you saying? Master could never have been bitten."

Tristan furrowed his brow at Vulture’s words, acknowledging Duke’s formidable strength and skill, traits that would typically render him impervious to even the slightest scratch from the feeble zombies. However, it was the relentless stamina and overwhelming numbers of the zombies that posed the true threat.

Observing Duke’s abnormal behavior, Tristan couldn’t ignore the signs reminiscent of those who had been bitten and were on the brink of turning into zombies themselves.

"Rest assured, he’s not turning into a zombie; he’s undergoing awakening," a clear, cold female voice echoed from the entrance of the manhole.

As her words sank in, gasps escaped everyone’s lips as they turned their attention back to Duke, then to Kisha, who struggled to breathe under the weight of the same condition afflicting her body.

"Does that mean you’re also awakening, young madam?" Vulture sought clarification.

More than the revelation about awakening, Tristan was taken aback by Vulture addressing someone as "young madam," especially in Duke’s presence. He surmised that Duke might not have noticed, given his current state of distress.

As Tristan struggled to place the familiar yet unsettling voice of the woman before him, he wracked his brain trying to recall where he might have encountered it. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t place the voice or the face. Something nagged at him, a sense of familiarity he couldn’t quite grasp.

Then, as if a light had dawned, his gaze shifted to Vulture’s face, realizing it didn’t resemble his usual countenance. Suddenly, a memory surfaced—the image of a beautiful woman visiting Duke’s office, speaking of the most outlandish ideas he had ever heard. Slowly, the pieces began to fall into place, and Tristan started to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

Kisha and Duke were feeling sluggish and their brain felt like it was about to explode anytime, their brain’s function also slowed down they couldn’t even think properly anymore, while their whole body felt like breaking and disintegrating into dust.

The stronger the awakening, the more excruciating the process becomes. What Kisha and Duke were enduring now was ten times more agonizing than Keith, Sparrow, or Vulture had ever experienced during their awakenings. However, it also signified a greater potential.

Interestingly, both Sparrow and Vulture had passed out from the intensity of their awakening pains, resulting in fragmented memories of the event.

Sensing her limits approaching, Kisha waved her hand, conjuring numerous backpacks filled with supplies she had meticulously prepared in advance, materializing them seemingly out of thin air.

Buckets of ice joined the array, ensuring the perishable items remained fresh so they could use it too to lessen Duke and Kisha’s temperature to make sure that their brain wouldn’t be fried by the overwhelming hot temperature of their body. Amidst the flurry of conjurations, she didn’t overlook summoning Bell, directing her attention towards Vulture with a purposeful gesture.