My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 806

Chapter 806 -806 Who Started It?

‘Oh shit!’ Kisha cursed inwardly as a grenade was hurled into the building by the opposing group. If the system was going to make her choose, then didn’t that mean she couldn’t let either side die before making a decision? And what if she failed to intervene—would that count as an automatic failure?

If she had to help, she’d rather help the right people. But the underdog wasn’t always the just side—it should be based on the moral compass of the people. The problem was, she didn’t have the time to check each party’s values with her ‘Eye of Truth’. There was no such luxury right now.

Without hesitation, Kisha sprang into action. She leapt off the roof and dived through the window, arms shielding her face as she crashed through the glass. In one fluid motion, she spotted the grenade, snatched it mid-roll, and—like a gust of wind—hurled it skyward before it could detonate.

BOOM!

The deafening sound of the grenade reverberated through the area. Everything happened so fast that no one could fully register what Kisha had just done. By the time they came to their senses, she had already thrown the grenade out of the building.

Stunned, both sides froze. No one had expected anyone to be reckless—or brave—enough to grab a live grenade and hurl it away. It could’ve detonated at any second. The fact that someone had taken that risk left everyone speechless.

Inside the building, Kisha found herself surrounded by raised weapons—barrels of rifles, shotguns, and pistols all aimed squarely at her face. She scanned the room. The people surrounding her looked travel-worn, with patchy beards, overgrown mustaches, gaunt faces, and weary eyes. Despite their exhaustion, they held their weapons with the steady hands of seasoned fighters.

They regarded Kisha with the suspicion reserved for enemies—but hesitated. When they realized she was a girl, their fingers loosened on the triggers, if only slightly.

But tension hung in the air like a live wire—until it snapped.

Someone, trembling from nerves and adrenaline, flinched. Their finger jerked, and a shot rang out—aimed straight at Kisha’s head.

Bang!

Thanks to her quick reflexes and the assistance of her skill Perception, time seemed to slow for Kisha. She saw the bullet approaching in slow motion, and with a swift flick of her head, narrowly dodged it. The round embedded itself in the wall just inches behind her. Her hands remained raised in a non-threatening gesture to show her surrender.

Gasps rippled through the room. Shock turned into heightened alarm.

“Who are you?! Are you one of them?” demanded a woman gripping a shotgun, her voice sharp and unyielding. She threw a scathing glare at the woman beside her—the one who had accidentally fired the shot.

The younger woman’s face drained of color. Trembling, she dropped her weapon to the floor, eyes wide with guilt and fear. She hadn’t meant to shoot, especially not at someone who had just saved them. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

But confusion and uncertainty still lingered. Kisha had helped them—but she was still a stranger.

Kisha, now calm and composed, raised her voice just enough to be heard. “No, I’m not with them.”

Her tone was steady, giving nothing away. As she scanned the tense faces around her, her skill quietly activated—’Eye of Truth’. A quick read told her what she needed to know: some of them carried strong moral compasses, while others hovered in the neutral zone. None of them were outright malicious.

Still, her words were met with suspicion.

Few members of the group frowned. Skepticism hung heavy in the air. After all, they were in the heart of a massive city once teeming with millions—now overrun by zombies. For a lone woman to wander through it unscathed seemed nearly impossible. Her story didn’t add up, and their instincts told them to stay wary. To them, it was more likely she was with the armed group outside.

From what Kisha could tell, that hostile group outside had six people. The group in front of her had five—but judging by the extra two dead bodies outside and the lingering sorrow in their eyes, she guessed they used to be seven or maybe more.