Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 387

**Doomsday Rebirth 387**
**The Three Visions**

As Tyler concluded his words, he fixed his gaze directly on Crow, a steely determination in his eyes. “If we managed to breach their defenses once, then surely we can do it again.”

In the past, they had exercised restraint, choosing not to escalate matters too far.

But now, the situation had changed dramatically. Obsidian Fang had repeatedly overstepped boundaries, and with the mask of civility stripped away, they found themselves armed with numerous ways to eliminate him if they so desired.

Caroline turned towards Crow, a faint yet knowing smile gracing her lips. “So, Crow, do you still harbor intentions of killing us?”

A flicker of fear danced in his eyes, betraying the bravado he had tried to maintain.

After an hour of being completely at their mercy, his perspective had shifted profoundly.

Crow was not a fool. He had lived through two lifetimes and had learned when to yield to the harsh realities of life.

He recognized that as long as he retained his unique ability, he could continue to live in relative comfort. There was no point in provoking Caroline or Tyler further.

Even if he couldn’t secure Nelson’s assistance, there was still Summer from the army to consider. Or perhaps he could forge his own faction and seek alternative solutions.

The truth was, he was terrified now.

He struggled to maintain an air of calm, but the anxiety was palpable, seeping through his facade.

What gnawed at him the most was the humiliation.

Before the apocalypse and even during it, he had always held a position of respect and status. Now, he found himself reduced to a mere shadow of his former self, humiliated within the confines of his own home.

If fate granted him another chance, he vowed never to cross paths with Tyler and Caroline again.

“I want nothing to do with you anymore,” he blurted out, his voice tinged with urgency. “I won’t cause any more trouble, and I deeply regret my past actions. But I need Nelson to cure me. I’m willing to pay any price for him to treat my future cancer. Quack quack.”

His words tumbled out in a rush, strained and filled with emotion, revealing the depth of his desperation.

Caroline rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a sigh escaping her lips inwardly. Crow, why must you always complicate matters? If my instincts are correct, your ailment could have been resolved with just a single vial of Nelson’s blood. That guy is so reckless with his own body, he wouldn’t even notice one more tube missing. How did you manage to turn a simple solution into such a convoluted mess—and nearly lose your life in the process? Honestly, would it be too much to ask for you to keep things straightforward just once?

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