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My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

GoddessKM · Fantasy
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As the zombie crumpled to the ground, Kisha didn't bother with her blade to finish it off; instead, she crushed its head under her boot, as if stomping on a watermelon. Blood splattered onto the ground and her shoes, but she didn't miss a beat. She leaped backward, twisting her body so her feet pointed skyward and her head hovered just above the zombie's head. With her katana crossed in front of her chest, she began cleaving through the zombies below her. She landed gracefully in another area swarming with zombies, their hungry eyes locked on her as they reached out, waiting for her to fall.

Before she landed, she twisted her body once more and used a zombie's head as a stepping stone, kicking it away like a soccer ball. The force of her enhanced strength sent the zombie's head flying; her kick snapped its neck with a sickening crack, and the head smashed against the wall, exploding like a paintball upon impact.