My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 95

Mrs. Winters watched in astonishment as Bell continuously tapped the crystal core with its foreleg, each tap growing more impatient. Sensing some meaning behind Bell’s actions, she ventured, "Do you want it?"

She then heard Bell flap its wings enthusiastically with a ’buzz’ after hearing her question, then tap on the crystal core again. Mrs. Winters tilted her head to the side, trying to decipher what it wanted.

"Perhaps it wants the core but wants you to clean it?" The Patriarch interjected, unsure, as he looked at the intimidating Bell. After his words left his mouth, they saw Bell flap its wings again, more excitedly this time, and even do a flip.

After hearing what the Patriarch said and seeing Bell’s reaction, Mrs. Winters hurriedly wiped one crystal core clean and even used her own water to wash it before wiping it again and handing it to Bell with both hands. She felt happy that Bell was not trying to be as defensive to her as earlier when she was trying to get close to it.

Bell took the crystal core from Mrs. Winters’ hands with its two front forelegs and stared at it for a while. So, the Patriarch and Mrs. Winters both watched it to see what it was trying to do with the crystal core. They both thought that Bell only found it interesting and wanted to play with it, like pet dogs and cats with toys.

Not until Bell took a bite of the crystal core, as if it were a piece of candy.

"Ah!" Mrs. Winters’s exclamation caught Tristan and the rest’s attention. They thought something happened to her, so they all rushed to her side, only to witness Bell eating the crystal core held in its forelegs.

After devouring the core in two swift bites, Bell tapped its forelegs again, this time on a crystal core positioned closer. Sparrow and Vulture’s breath hitched as they watched with wide eyes. They worried about the consequences of Bell consuming the crystal core. Aware of Bell’s significance to Kisha, they feared her wrath if anything went wrong.

The responsibility weighed heavily on them; they felt accountable for Bell’s well-being, entrusted to their care by Kisha.

Mrs. Winters felt a chill run through her body, uncertain of what consequences might arise from Bell consuming the crystal core she had handed over. Minutes passed with no apparent ill effects on Bell, but its behavior grew increasingly impatient. Its wings buzzed incessantly, and it began flicking the crystal core toward Mrs. Winters with its forelegs, as if feeling neglected.

"Do you think it still wants to eat more crystal cores?" The Patriarch asked, his curiosity overshadowing the growing worry in the others’ hearts. Bell’s wings buzzed excitedly once again in response to his words, confirming their suspicions.

Mrs. Winters let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that the crystal core hadn’t harmed Bell. Seeing the creature still eager for another one, she wordlessly took a couple more crystal cores, cleaning them with water and wiping them down before placing them on a clean towel in front of Bell.

Bell happily did another flip, seemingly expressing gratitude to Mrs. Winters before eagerly starting to eat. Everyone watched with bated breath as Bell indulged in the crystal cores, which were originally intended for when Kisha woke up.

The group was filled with anxiety, uncertain of whether this would have any negative effects on Bell’s body but they couldn’t even intervene with what it likes to do, so they could only watch with pursed lips.

After a few more tense minutes, Bell had consumed five additional crystal cores, bringing the total to six. Despite Bell’s desire for more, they hesitated to provide her with additional cores. They were unsure of the potential consequences and aftermath, fearing that it might cause Bell to transform into one of the zombies and pose a threat to them.

Mrs. Winters acknowledged the problem and ceased counting the crystal cores, instead stowing them all inside the belt bag. She feigned ignorance of Bell’s continued attempts to gather more cores. The relentless buzzing became unbearable for everyone; it disrupted their ability to rest, making it impossible to ignore Bell’s persistent fussing.

Despite his weariness, Sparrow fell into a deep sleep, reassured by the presence of companions who would watch over him while he rested. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}