Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 439

**Doomsday Rebirth 439**

Caroline and Tyler exchanged incredulous glances, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and disgust as they regarded Denton. It was as if he had completely lost his grip on reality. The air in the room was thick and rancid, reminiscent of a sewer explosion, yet there he stood, insisting that the stench had vanished.

After several futile attempts to prove him wrong, the unsettling truth dawned on them. Denton’s newfound ability had not dulled his sense of smell; it had merely rendered him immune to the foul odor that enveloped them.

Fantastic. He could suffocate everyone around him with his noxious fumes, while remaining blissfully unaware of his own repugnant scent.

“Try again, Denton,” Caroline urged, her voice a mixture of frustration and hope. “See if you can tweak your ability so that none of us have to smell this.”

But after three or four more attempts, Caroline and Tyler had reached their limit.

And it wasn’t just the two of them who were struggling. Even Raven, still unconscious on the floor, seemed to grimace in her sleep, as if she could sense the horror of the situation.

Snow, who had been silently enduring the stench with a stoic expression, finally lost her composure. She turned to Denton, her voice laced with an anger that suggested she would gladly take a bite out of him. “Enough already! Fix this!”

Meanwhile, Jet was busy tending to Silver, his voice rising in a frantic pitch. “Stinky! Stinky! It smells like poop—no, worse than poop!” His words echoed in the room, punctuating the already unbearable atmosphere.

Only Pinky and Biscuit, two gentle creatures, remained in a state of trembling distress, their noses covered in a desperate attempt to shield themselves from the odor. Yes, Biscuit was doing just that. Have you ever witnessed a horse covering its nose with its front legs? That was the level of desperation they were witnessing in that moment.

Caroline sighed, her patience wearing thin. “Let’s just let Nelson figure something out. He’s good at this kind of thing.”

Denton trudged back to them, his head hanging low, a picture of defeat. “Tyler,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, “I really don’t like this ability anymore. What am I supposed to do? I feel like this is ruining my chances of ever finding a wife.”

Tyler, without missing a beat, flicked him lightly on the forehead. “You’re still a kid, Denton. Worrying about a wife is the least of your concerns right now.”

Denton’s eyes darted around, a spark of realization lighting up his face. “That’s true! You’re older than me, and you don’t have a wife yet. Why should I be worried? If anyone should panic, it’s you!”

Tyler stared at him, momentarily speechless, the corners of his mouth twitching in a mix of amusement and disbelief.

His hand twitched, longing to reach for his stick again, the urge to restore order bubbling beneath the surface.

Just as they were lost in their playful banter, a sound from outside abruptly interrupted them.

They froze, a wave of alarm washing over them.

Those footsteps did not belong to Nelson.

Speaking of Nelson, he still hadn’t made his way upstairs. Caroline had checked on him earlier; he was down below, deeply engrossed in assessing Nathaniel’s condition. She understood that it would take time.

Nelson was surrounded by military officers who respected him, each of them acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. He was busy examining Nathaniel, while the rest of their group lay unconscious. Caroline had no intention of interrupting him.

But now, the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Nelson still hadn’t returned. It was taking too long.

She heard movement outside the room, and for a fleeting moment, she thought Nelson had finally come back. But as she focused her attention, a sense of foreboding crept in.

The group had all donned the same sneakers they had hastily grabbed at the mall, and when they walked, the soles produced a familiar light tap-tap on the floor.

But the sound outside was different. It was dull, heavy—like someone walking barefoot.

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