My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811 -811 Their Currency

Not long after, the second group emerged as well, but unlike the first, they were far more cautious. They hadn’t seen what had happened earlier and didn’t know what Kisha wanted from them.

Suspicion lingered in their eyes, and Kisha could clearly sense their wariness. They probably thought she was there to intimidate or manipulate them into doing something against their will, so they watched her closely, their eyes filled with guarded vigilance.

“What are you waiting for? Come here,” Kisha said, relishing the role of the bad guy. It was a refreshing change—after all, she had spent so long being the one who took orders. She hadn’t realized how easy and effective it could be to take control like this. freēwēbnovel.com

If she’d known sooner, she might have tried it ages ago. But deep down, Kisha knew this wasn’t truly who she was. It was fun to step into the role now and then, but not all the time—the novelty, she figured, would wear off soon enough.

Hearing Kisha’s commanding tone and seeing her dominant posture, the other group didn’t even try to protest. Silently, they stepped forward, wary and uncertain. The way the opposing group had called her “boss” only added to their anxiety, and dark thoughts swirled in their minds about what might happen next. It felt like they had no choice but to surrender to whatever fate awaited them.

Before they could fully process what was going on, Kisha gave another order.

“Now that everyone’s here, watch what I’m going to do—then follow my lead, got it?”

She glanced at them, clearly expecting a response. The two opposing groups stood side by side, eyes on Kisha, and slowly nodded. They didn’t even think about going after each other—not now. All their attention was on her. At this moment, Kisha was the biggest threat to their safety.

And if the enemy of their enemy was a potential ally, then maybe, just maybe, if she tried anything funny, they could set aside their differences and team up to deal with her. The rest could be sorted out later.

However, what happened next was nothing like what any of them expected. After seeing the groups nod in agreement, Kisha crouched in front of a zombie corpse sprawled on the ground. Without hesitation, she drew her dagger and drove it into the creature’s forehead. Then, she twisted the blade, widening the hole with practiced ease.

Some of the onlookers felt their stomachs churn at the sight—and worse, the sound. The sickening squelch of brain matter being stirred echoed in the silence, wet and slimy, as Kisha methodically searched for something inside the skull. When her blade struck something hard, she carefully maneuvered the dagger’s tip to pry it loose.

A glint of something shiny emerged, slick with black blood and gray matter. Kisha extracted the object, wiped her blade on the zombie’s tattered clothes without a second thought, and then cleaned the shiny item with a handkerchief, calm and unbothered.

After completing her unsettling display, Kisha stood and addressed the group.

“I have a proposal for both parties,” she began, her voice calm but firm. “I already explained this to the other group I last met earlier, but since the others weren’t present, I’ll repeat it now.”

She took a moment to look each of them in the eye before continuing.

“I’m Kisha Aldens from HOPE Base in City B—the only large-scale settlement in this city. We have manpower, stability, and, most importantly, resources. From what I can tell, you’ve all come here in search of supplies. Well, my base has what you need, and I’m inviting you to come and trade.”

She paused briefly, then held out her palm, revealing the small object she had just extracted.

“But since you came here with nothing to trade, you can use this.”