Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 413

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 413**
**Chapter 413: Selling Himself**

In an instant, her senses ignited, and she was on high alert. With a pistol gripped firmly in one hand, she conjured an ice blade in the other, the chill of her power coursing through her veins.

It was then that she noticed a peculiar shift; the moment her weapons emerged, a multitude of vivid crimson eyes flickered to life around the man’s back, as if awakening from a deep slumber.

These eyes, countless and unnerving, trembled in the dim light, creating an eerie spectacle.

Raven, her loyal companion, seemed more distressed than ever, likely tormented by sounds that only he could hear, sounds that gnawed at his instincts and sent shivers through his spine.

“Quiet, all of you!” the man bellowed, a commanding authority lacing his voice.

At his command, the myriad of eyes froze in place, hovering ominously like tiny, malevolent lanterns suspended in the air, casting an unsettling glow around him.

It was evident; the creatures lurking behind him were utterly obedient to his will.

This man possessed an uncanny ability to control mutant animals, a rare and dangerous power in this unforgiving world.

Caroline, her heart racing, gently stroked Raven’s back in a futile attempt to soothe him, even as her own nerves frayed and tension coiled within her like a tightly wound spring.

In this apocalyptic landscape, individuals who wielded control over creatures—be they insects or animals—were among the most formidable adversaries.

Yet, uncertainty gnawed at her; what exactly did this man want from her?

His gaze fell upon Caroline, and when she remained silent, a smile crept across his face, one that seemed almost genuine. “You don’t believe me? In a world like this, it’s tough for a woman to fend for herself. Even if you have a strong dog by your side, there’s always someone stronger lurking in the shadows. Being alone is a gamble, and it’s a dangerous one. So, why not be my wife? This entire mountain is under my control. You can have any supplies you desire.”

His words flowed smoothly, each syllable draping over her like a silken web.

“And one more thing,” he continued, his tone shifting slightly. “I can’t leave this mountain. But if you choose to stay and serve me well, I promise I’ll provide you with everything you could ever want.”

“What do you say, gorgeous?”

His eyes bore into hers, filled with an unsettling expectation. The way he called her “gorgeous” felt reminiscent of the overly eager salesmen from the world before the apocalypse, those who would peddle their wares with a relentless charm.

It dawned on Caroline; this man was not just offering supplies—he was peddling himself.

A wave of realization washed over her. He wanted more than companionship; he craved intimacy.

For a fleeting moment, she found herself at a loss for words, the absurdity of his proposition leaving her momentarily speechless.

But just as a cold smirk began to form on her lips, he spoke again, his voice dripping with enticing promises.

“I can guarantee you and your dog meat every single day. You know how difficult it is to find food these days, right? I have over ten boxes of supplies. If you come into my mountain, I swear you’ll be well-fed, warm, and you’ll even have pads. Sounds tempting, doesn’t it, gorgeous?”

A laugh almost escaped her. She didn’t need this man’s meager offerings; her independence was worth far more.

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