My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 807

That would explain the rage.

And the chase.

And why two more of this group had died trying to escape, just outside this very building.

If she based things purely on her system's mission, then it was likely that several people had already died, all because of one critical mistake. Neither side seemed willing to back down, both blinded by their desire for vengeance. But at the end of the day, these were still just Kisha's speculations. If she wanted the truth, she had to go to the other building and hear their side of the story. Only then could she make a fair decision about which group to help.

With her mind made up, Kisha gave a slight nod to herself, formulating a plan.

She rose to her feet, but the moment she moved, everyone around her tensed and instantly raised their weapons toward her again. Kisha, unfazed, didn't even flinch. Her face remained calm, unreadable. In a blink, she disappeared from her original position—her agility blurring her motion—and reappeared beside one of the men, casually pressing down the barrel of his rifle with her hand.

"Don't waste your bullet," she said coolly.

The man froze.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as a chill slithered down his spine. For a brief second, it felt as if a predator's fang hovered at his neck—one wrong move, and it'd all be over. His eyes widened, pupils trembling as he tried to process what had just happened.

Not long after, the man's fighting spirit shattered completely—crushed under the weight of Kisha's silent threat. Yet, she hadn't let her own bloodlust surface; she remained calm, composed, her voice low and steady as she warned them not to test her. It was as if they all felt the presence of a predator lurking just behind their necks. Nervousness rippled through the room, fear tightening its grip on their bodies as, one by one, their weapons slowly lowered to the ground.

"It seems I was right—your mistake set all this in motion," Kisha said openly, her gaze steady. "I'm going to meet with the other party and try to mediate, if possible."

No sooner had she spoken than the man who appeared to be their leader stepped forward, eyes blazing with anger.

"You're an outsider—a stranger," he spat through clenched teeth. "What right do you have to mediate? To make us forget our duty to avenge our fallen comrades?"

"Yes, I am a stranger," Kisha replied coldly, her gaze unwavering. "But let's be honest—this mess started with your group. If you knew you were heading into danger, you shouldn't have brought someone who couldn't stay calm under pressure. That mistake cost a life."

She took a step forward, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Your person fired first. What did you expect the others to feel? Gratitude? Forgiveness? No—of course they would retaliate. And if you continue down this path of revenge, more people will die. Maybe your people, maybe theirs—but either way, more blood will be spilled for a mistake that could've been avoided."