My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse

Without missing a beat, she struck again. Her smaller katana, coated in shimmering aura, slashed forward in a precise arc. The elite zombie leapt back just in time to avoid a fatal hit—but not fast enough. Kisha's blade caught its left leg, carving deep and clean.

Thud!

The elite evolved zombie crashed to the ground two meters from Kisha, two of its limbs severed—left arm and right leg cut clean off, leaving it writhing helplessly. But strangely, it didn't appear worried.

Surrounded by countless zombie carcasses, it did exactly what Kisha had anticipated. Without even looking, it reached out and dragged a nearby corpse toward itself like a ragdoll.

With a guttural snarl, it sank its teeth into the lifeless zombie's flesh, completely unaware that the body it had chosen had a gaping hole in its skull—its crystal core had already been harvested. Seconds passed. The expected surge of regenerative energy never came.

Its expression twisted in confusion and frustration.

Kisha observed the scene with keen interest, a knowing glint in her eyes. Duke, having just caught up, at first wondered why Kisha hadn't moved in to strike the moment the creature was down. The elite zombie was exposed, vulnerable—this was their chance. But then, realization dawned on him. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

And like her, he paused to watch the show unfold.

Normal Evolved Zombies: 658 / 876

Evolved Zombies: 257 / 356

High-Level Evolved Zombies: 110 / 189

Potential Zombie King: 0 / 1]

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Kisha's eye twitched. The kill count hadn't updated yet—was there a delay? Or worse, had she misjudged? Maybe this wasn't the potential zombie king after all. Maybe the real threat was still hiding somewhere inside the factory, watching.

"Watch out!" Duke's voice rang out in horror.

Before she could react, he hurled his beloved spear with blinding speed. Kisha barely registered the gust of wind that grazed her cheek.

Swoosh!

She blinked, stunned and speechless. Duke was already sprinting toward her, his face etched with worry. Even 008, who had been monitoring everything, looked rattled—it had also assumed the potential zombie king was still lurking, not that it would strike now.

Slowly, Kisha turned to look behind her.

Duke's spear was buried halfway into the wall, surrounded by a deep crater. And in the center—pinned like a grotesque trophy—was the severed head of the elite evolved zombie.

Only now, it was different.

Eight cockroach-like limbs jutted from its head where Kisha had cut it, each about four inches long and as thick as an adult's finger. They twitched faintly… then fell still.