Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 444

**Chapter 444: The Cupcake Hunt**

The tension in the air was palpable as three men huddled together, their hearts pounding like war drums in their chests. They shared anxious glances, each one attempting to reassure the others that this encounter was nothing more than a fleeting moment, a mere blip on the radar of their lives. Surely, nothing catastrophic would emerge from this, right?

At the forefront of this trio stood a man, commanding attention from his lofty perch atop an enormous mutant cat that loomed over them like a colossal shadow. He forced a smile that felt more like a grimace, devoid of any real warmth, and began to speak, “Hello, we—”

But before he could finish his greeting, an unexpected figure burst into their midst, seemingly conjured from thin air.

It was Shane.

He had teleported in, appearing as if he had materialized from the very ether itself. His skin was ghostly pale, his eyes wide and frantic, radiating an energy so volatile it felt as if it could tear through the very fabric of reality. Leaning in closer, his features twisted into a grimace as he locked eyes with the leader. “Do you have a cupcake?” he demanded, his voice a low growl, thick with menace.

The leader froze, his mind racing yet utterly blank, a storm of confusion swirling within him.

The other two men mirrored his reaction, their thoughts a chaotic jumble. Nothing made sense in that moment, and the atmosphere crackled with uncertainty.

Before any of them could comprehend the bizarre turn of events, Shane’s frustration erupted like a volcano. Those who battled demons of the mind, like him, often found their emotions amplified in unfamiliar settings; the strangeness of this encounter had ignited his sensitivity like a match to kindling.

“I asked, do you have a cupcake?” Shane growled, his teeth clenched tightly, each word dripping with barely suppressed fury.

The intensity radiating from him sent chills racing down the spines of the three men, leaving them trembling like leaves in a storm.

“N-no,” one of them stammered, summoning every ounce of courage he could muster.

“Then die.”

In a swift, fluid motion, Shane lunged forward, his hand clamping around the man’s throat with a grip that felt like iron.

But these men were not without their own capabilities. A fierce struggle erupted, chaos unfurling in an instant, a whirlwind of desperation and violence.

Fifteen minutes later, the rooftop of a three-story building bore witness to the aftermath of the confrontation. Three bodies lay sprawled across the concrete, lifeless and defeated, the echoes of their final moments lingering in the air.

Shane crouched beside the fallen figures, his fingers deftly tugging at their jackets and shirts, rifling through every pocket in a frenzied search. As he rummaged, his mutterings grew louder, each utterance tinged with mounting fury. “Cupcake, cupcake, cupcake. Nelson, Nelson, Nelson.”

He found nothing. Of course, he found nothing.

Frustration boiled within him, intensifying his already irritable mood.

As he surveyed his surroundings, a wave of unease washed over him. This place was utterly foreign, and the unfamiliarity clawed at his skin, as if the very world around him was mocking his plight.

He wanted to obliterate it all.

With that thought igniting a fire within him, he slammed his fist against the rooftop.

Cracks spiderwebbed outward from the point of impact, splintering the surface like a shattered mirror, threatening to bring the entire top floor crashing down.

In a far corner of the rooftop, a small black cat trembled in fear.

The other two cats had managed to flee, but this one, paralyzed by terror, curled into a tight ball, unwilling to budge.

It was a rotund black cat, its face round and endearing, with a tiny nose that quivered with every breath. Its ears were small, resembling two little triangles perched atop its plump, pumpkin-like face.

Its eyes, gleaming like polished gold, shone brightly against the backdrop of its dark fur, creating a striking contrast. The cat was undeniably adorable—but utterly petrified.

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