Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 440

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 440**

Shane stood before them, seemingly impervious to the chaos around him. It was as if pain was a distant concept, or perhaps he simply didn’t care about it at all.

In a heartbeat, Tyler unleashed a blade that sliced through the air, accompanied by a taut metal wire that coiled around Shane’s neck with alarming speed.

The edge of the blade bit into Shane’s skin, drawing a thin line of crimson, yet it failed to penetrate deeply. He remained an imposing figure, just as formidable as ever.

Caroline’s gaze flickered to the Zero System strapped to her wrist, her mind racing to identify another ability she could wield in this moment of crisis.

Simultaneously, Tyler cast a quick glance back at Denton, urgency lacing his voice. “Denton, try your—”

Before Caroline could pivot her thoughts to a new power, and before Denton could unleash his own, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, Shane broke the tension with his voice, rough and gravelly, as if he hadn’t spoken in ages. “Where’s Nelson? I want a cupcake.”

The group, who had been coiled tight with anxiety, suddenly shifted their focus. Shane’s eyes darted around the room, unfocused, searching for something—or someone.

Is he searching for Nelson?

Denton was poised to spring into action, but Caroline’s hand shot out, stopping him in his tracks.

He blinked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and determination, silently asking, Should I unleash my stink or hold back?

Caroline’s brow furrowed as her thoughts raced. She studied the gaunt figure of Shane, whose wild eyes betrayed a frantic energy, but not one of murderous intent.

A peculiar thought flickered through her mind. “Tyler, hold the attack,” she commanded, her voice steady despite the turmoil.

Tyler’s gaze met hers, and after a moment of contemplation, he understood her unspoken reasoning.

With a clenched fist, he retracted the blade and wire, the metal retracting like a coiled serpent, leaving only the sharp tips of his fingers adorned with deadly claws.

“Nelson, he’s not here,” Shane muttered, his voice a blend of frustration and desperation. The discontent on his face revealed that his anger wasn’t solely about Nelson’s absence; it was fueled by his craving for a cupcake.

He rubbed his head in an erratic motion, his eyes still not meeting Caroline’s. It was an odd shift; just days ago, Shane had seemed fixated on her, attempting to grab her attention more than once.

Something significant had transpired between him and Nelson in the past few days, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

Shane’s panic escalated, his fists clenching tightly as if he were battling an invisible foe. He appeared on the verge of a breakdown, his mutterings spiraling into a frantic scream. “Where’s Nelson?! Where’s Nelson?! Cupcake—give me a cupcake!”

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