My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 911

Chapter 911: Chapter 911 Limitations Of One’s Awakened Ability

Sparrow glanced at the STAU, who appeared weak, but then a thought struck him: another way to turn his ‘Space-Type Awakened Ability’ into an offensive weapon.

Judging by the corpses scattered around, it was clear they had died from a lack of oxygen. He recalled what the STAU had mentioned earlier: that his space lacked air and couldn’t sustain life.

He hadn’t considered it before, but perhaps the sudden disappearance of their enemies earlier was due to the STAU panicking.

Still, it seemed they had forgotten just how formidable their own teammates were. Aside from the newcomers, these were fighters who had stood alongside Kisha in far deadlier battles, against zombie hordes and mutated zombies, so reckless attacks from desperate enemies were unlikely to faze them much.

It was true Sparrow had been thrown into the air, but his ‘Whirlwind’ kept him unharmed. Although the enemy had managed to blow apart the ‘Earth Wall’ that was serving as their defensive line, but Vulture and Evelyn, both are like living tanks, still held the front.

Clyde and Reeve had stopped their attacks, not wanting to risk hitting their allies since their offensive abilities were mostly wide-range. Still, they trusted that once the enemy got close, they could switch to close combat, a skill that was hardly their weakness.

Meanwhile, Vulture was already preparing an ‘Earth Spike’, planning to turn the breach in his wall into a trap, drawing the enemy into one spot to finish them off in a single strike. But before he could execute it, the STAU panicked. It wasn’t entirely a bad thing, though, because in his panic, the STAU had also stumbled upon a way to protect himself from certain enemies.

They would no longer be as helpless as they once believed. If they wished, they could kill as many enemies as they wanted, and that thought was actually much scarier. Inside their Space, no living creature could survive; there was no air, and most would suffocate within minutes.

Their deaths would be as agonizing as drowning, and Sparrow had already witnessed it in the way the people on the ground perished.

After mulling over this for a moment, while the survivors were still too stunned to process what had happened, Sparrow barked sharply, “Now that we’ve dealt with the hostile forces, focus on the incoming zombies so we can leave ASAP!”

“Sir, yes sir!” came the unified reply as everyone regrouped and spread out once more to handle the zombie threat.

This time, they didn’t practice hand-to-hand combat. Instead, those with awakened abilities unleashed their powers to kill as many zombies as possible, while Vulture and Sparrow stayed behind once again.

Then, turning to the leader of the survivors from the warehouse, he asked with a sinister grin that could freeze the bravest heart, “Do you think I’m ruthless and cruel?”

The leader swallowed hard, a lump in his throat, before shaking his head. “Too much kindness only invites exploitation,” he replied after a pause. “It turns you into everyone’s doormat. Ruthlessness is necessary to keep people in line and disciplined.”

He spoke with the conviction of someone who had lived long enough to see the truth for himself. Over the years, he had endured betrayal, humiliation, and countless disappointments.

Experience had taught him that excessive kindness was nothing more than naïve optimism, the belief that kindness would always be repaid in kind. But human nature was not so pure.

Even the gentlest soul could turn vicious in an instant, especially when their own interests were at stake.

The leader believed that kindness was valuable, but ruthlessness had its place too—and only someone who had led others would truly understand the need to balance the two.

Hearing this, Sparrow’s smile widened. He turned his gaze back to the battle raging in the parking lot, where a horde of zombies had been drawn in. Yet he felt no worry, only the satisfaction of having stumbled upon an unexpected prize.

He hadn’t expected to find someone so interesting here. If he and his people hadn’t arrived in time, these survivors would likely have been killed or enslaved, and it would only have been a matter of time before they perished.

But this man, the leader of this group, was clear-headed, steadfast, and unafraid to voice his thoughts. He could see beyond any façade, and Sparrow knew his addition to their base would surely please the Young Madam.

With a smug smile, Sparrow gave his order.

“Take your people and load up those cars and trucks the fools brought here.”

He gestured toward the vehicles their earlier enemies had used to haul supplies from the supermarket, still parked in the middle of the lot.

Sparrow took care to avoid scratching the cars; the ones their enemies had brought were all heavily modified. They had reinforced grills over the windows and windshields, and heavy metal bumpers in the front, looking like those of triangular snowplows, perfect for pushing through zombie hordes.

With vehicles like these, the survivors could have reached the base even without Sparrow’s escort. More than that, adding these modified cars and trucks to the base’s fleet would be a huge advantage.

Perhaps they could even apply the same upgrades to other non-armored vehicles, reinforcing them with grills and protective plating to extend their lifespan. Extra shielding over the windshields could ensure they wouldn’t shatter easily, even during heavy impacts while plowing through the undead.

Armored cars didn’t require much modification beyond windshield reinforcement, but these adaptations could make a world of difference for standard vehicles. The more Sparrow thought about it, the more certain he became that these cars had to make it back to the base. And the best people to bring them there were these very survivors.

After hearing Sparrow’s words, the leader of the survivors glanced at the modified vehicles and nodded, quickly understanding what Sparrow wanted him to do. He turned to the group he was leading.

“Everyone, get in the cars! We’re leaving!”

Then he looked back at Sparrow and asked, “Sir, may I know your name?”

“Sparrow,” he replied simply, giving a short nod to signal the leader of the survivors to run for the modified cars.

Without further delay, and with Clyde and the others clearing the way, the convoy surged forward, plowing through the horde. Some of the zombies gave chase, following the fleet of reinforced vehicles into the street, only for Clyde to meet them head-on. With a crushing burst of gravity, he flattened them to the pavement.

Then, as if testing a new idea, Clyde shifted his power. Instead of increasing gravity, he stripped it away entirely. The nearest zombies suddenly rose from the ground, flailing helplessly in midair, their arms clawing at nothing.

No matter how they struggled, they couldn’t stand or escape. Even Clyde’s own teammates paused, staring in shock as the undead drifted around them like fish in a glass tank.

The fleeing survivors glanced back toward the supermarket just in time to witness half the zombie horde floating in the air, before, without warning, Clyde slammed them down. The impact sent a spray of blood misting through the air like rain.

With this method, Clyde realized it was far more efficient. He no longer had to pour most of his spiritual energy into forcefully crushing his enemies with overwhelming gravity. In that moment, he grasped the true essence of his power.

Instead of brute-forcing it, he decided to ride the natural tide of gravity. Once again, he stripped the gravity away from the zombies around them, leaving his teammates with nothing to do but watch in stunned silence as the undead drifted upward, higher and higher, like morbid confetti.

When they reached the desired height, Clyde restored gravity, adding just a touch more weight.

Boom.

The impact shattered the horde upon the ground, killing them instantly. It was terrifyingly effortless.

“Damn! That’s OP!” Keith shouted in surprise. A power like that was a game-changer, and if Clyde could control gravity, it didn’t just apply to what was around him. It meant he could use it on himself… and fly, just like Kisha.

“Looks like we gained more from this trip than we expected,” Sparrow remarked as he watched the scene unfold. He was genuinely pleased to see his teammates pushing the boundaries of their awakened abilities.

After all, their powers had no fixed limits; the only real boundary was their imagination. The broader their perspective, the more they would discover about what they could truly do, day by day.

Seeing Clyde’s formidable display of power, the other awakened ability users felt a surge of adrenaline flood their veins. Their spirits ignited, and they fought with renewed strength, each one aspiring to stand on the same level as Sparrow, Clyde, and the other captains.

Elemental fury rained down on the incoming zombie horde, searing flames scorched the undead where they stood, razor-sharp wind blades sliced them apart, and jagged earth spikes erupted from the ground to impale them. The horde never even had the chance to get close.

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