Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 380

**Doomsday Rebirth 380**
**The Night of Change**

With that unsettling thought lingering in her mind, Caroline chose to disregard the cacophony of chaos erupting from the rooftop. Instead, she marched resolutely to her neighbor’s door, her knuckles rapping firmly against the wood.

To her surprise, it wasn’t Tyler who greeted her. No, it was Denton.

Denton stood there, a corn cob wedged between his teeth, chewing with an almost comical intensity. His cheeks bulged like a chipmunk’s, jiggling with each exaggerated bite. “Caroline, what’s going on?” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the snack.

“Where’s Tyler?” she demanded, her urgency palpable.

He gestured lazily with his thumb, pointing back into the depths of his apartment.

Just then, the entire building shuddered, a low rumble echoing through the walls. It was clear that the scuffle on the rooftop had escalated into something more serious.

“What was that? An earthquake?” Denton’s eyes widened in alarm, and with his cheeks stuffed full, he resembled a startled squirrel.

Moments later, Tyler emerged, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to decipher the source of the tremors.

Caroline wasted no time, quickly relaying the news that Raven and Snow were locked in a fierce battle—and she couldn’t help but mention the disaster they had caused in her living room.

Without uttering a single word, Tyler snatched up a wooden pole, his expression turning serious as he made his way toward the stairs.

Denton’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his earlier fear morphing into thrill. “Oh man, it’s a fight! A real fight!” he exclaimed, tossing his corn aside with reckless abandon before racing up the stairs, his enthusiasm reminiscent of Jet when he was fired up.

Caroline let out a heavy sigh, feeling a mix of disbelief and resignation. Was this really happening? A bit of entertainment amidst their doomsday routine?

About five minutes later, she caught sight of Tyler, who was dragging Snow back down from the rooftop. The little creature had all four paws planted stubbornly on the floor, clearly disgruntled about being yanked away from the action.

But as Tyler raised the wooden pole, Snow instinctively recoiled, tucking in his neck and squeezing his eyes shut as if he already understood the impending consequence of his mischief.

Denton trailed behind, chattering incessantly. “Wow, that’s just embarrassing! You went up there to mess with Raven, and he took you down like it was nothing. You didn’t even land a single hit. So lame!”

Jet’s voice rang out, echoing through the hall, “Raven wins! Raven wins!”

Raven, the victor, merely shook out his fur, exuding an air of indifference as he basked in his triumph.

Caroline couldn’t help but notice that he bore no marks from the tussle—still brimming with energy and an unmistakable sense of pride.

From that day onward, Snow began shadowing Raven with an almost reverent demeanor. There was a flicker of admiration in his eyes, and the rebellious spark he once had seemed to dim considerably.

Conversely, every time Raven spotted Snow, a long-suffering expression crossed his face, clearly exasperated by the little brat’s unyielding presence.

That afternoon, Tyler rolled up his sleeves and dedicated hours to mending the furniture in Caroline’s home—the table and chairs that had been ruthlessly ravaged during the earlier scuffle.

Regrettably, he had no spare pieces stashed away, so he was left to repair what he could salvage.

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