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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 · Fantasie
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540 Chs

Chapter 215 Who's The Little Wife Now?

"While Duke covers our tracks and hijacks the Coltons' system, I'll need to drop my disguise to lure their men into bringing me to their hideout," Kisha explained.

"Young Madam, how will they even do that when they are on high alert and not allowing anyone to get close to them and especially let a stranger in their perimeter?" Bald Eagle clarified he is not following how Kisha's head is wired because he thought that she might not be aware of the Coltons' movements after their camps had been razed to the ground.

"Well, it turns out the Coltons' Young Master was a big sex freak and his people kept on kidnapping beautiful men and women to exchange them for supplies from their Young Master," Kisha explained casually, but Duke erupted in anger

"No! I do not approve!!!" Duke pulled Kisha into his embrace, his eyes swirling with anger. "You are not going," he growled lowly.