Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 366

**Doomsday Rebirth 366**
**Chapter 366: Steelworms Retreat**

Lisa’s heart raced, a cold dread creeping over her as she beheld Tyler’s visage.

His face was encased in a glimmering silver metal, gleaming ominously under the torrential downpour of blood that fell from the sky, resembling a war deity emerging from the depths of hell itself.

With each precise swing of the blade in his hand, he effortlessly cleaved through the steelworms, severing them in half with a sickening crunch.

The remnants of their bodies plummeted from the air, colliding with him in a cacophony of metallic clinks and thuds.

These steelworms were notorious for their resilient exoskeletons, yet Tyler’s physique seemed to rival their toughness—perhaps even surpassing it.

In a heartbeat, he cut through the writhing mass of creatures, reaching her with a speed that left her breathless.

He raised his blade, a menacing arc aimed at her last line of defense.

The sharp tip halted mere inches from her neck, a chilling reminder of her vulnerability.

Fear coursed through Lisa, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as the blade threatened to breach her skin, it retracted back into his grip, leaving her gasping for air.

Tyler seized her arm with a vice-like grip, holding her firmly in place.

As if on cue, the swarm of insects that had encircled her fell to the ground simultaneously, lifeless and still.

Tyler’s face, splattered with blood, appeared pale and drawn, his eyes boring into her with a frosty intensity. “Call off your bugs!” he commanded, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.

Lisa felt a surge of anger and humiliation welling up inside her. Her teeth clenched tightly, her pride igniting a fierce fire in her chest.

Before the cataclysm, she had been the shining star among her peers, a force to be reckoned with.

From a young age, she had honed her combat skills, raised in a world dominated by men, ultimately becoming a member of an elite mercenary unit.

In the aftermath of society’s collapse, her unique abilities had only amplified her power, earning her both admiration and fear from Crow.

Yet, the memory of her disgrace at the coal factory lingered like a bitter taste in her mouth. Tyler and his team had reduced her to a mere shadow of her former self, and that humiliation had seared itself into her soul.

Now, as she stood before him once more, she was determined to reclaim her lost dignity. But the situation was spiraling beyond her control.

With her jaw set, she met his gaze, forcing the words through her clenched teeth. “Tyler… how about we make a bet?”

A furrow creased Tyler’s brow. This was hardly the appropriate moment for games; her words fell on deaf ears.

“No matter what you do,” Lisa persisted, her voice quaking yet laced with defiance, “use every trick you have. If you can make me scream—just once—I’ll command every last insect to retreat. I’ll even vow to never trouble you again.”

A mocking smile curled her lips, a final challenge, her last stand.

“But if you can’t—ugh.”

Her sentence was abruptly cut short as a dagger plunged beneath her ribs, twisting mercilessly.

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