Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 447

**Chapter 447: The Vanishing Marmy**

The second floor of the mobile base was a quaint little area, a mere echo of the sprawling expanse that lay beneath it. It was comprised of three modest bedrooms and a snug living room, a stark contrast to the vastness Caroline had come to expect. As she stood there, surveying the space, an unsettling thought crossed her mind: even the first floor felt overwhelmingly cavernous for their current needs. The second floor appeared to be an unnecessary addition, a superfluous expanse that served no real purpose for her small group.

Once everyone arrived, she planned to give them the freedom to choose their rooms, hoping it would foster a sense of belonging in this new, albeit temporary, home. Yet, as she contemplated this, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Would they feel at home here, or would the unfamiliarity of their surroundings only amplify their insecurities?

Caroline had meticulously crafted a narrative to explain the sudden transformation of their mobile base. She was still reluctant to divulge the full extent of her storage space’s capabilities. Tyler, Denton, and Nelson were her trusted allies, individuals she would stake her life on without a moment’s hesitation. Yet, even with that unwavering trust, a flicker of doubt crept into her mind.

She had already revealed the existence of the spring water, a disclosure that had raised eyebrows and sparked intrigue among her companions. And then there was that tiny pony she had summoned from her storage space for Denton—another revelation that could easily raise suspicions.

If she were to share the truth about the mobile base, it would push the boundaries of what anyone could realistically comprehend. Even if her teammates were open-minded, there was always the risk of someone else catching wind of her secret. What if Shane, with his uncanny ability to turn invisible, overheard a casual conversation? Or what if another individual with an unusual power managed to unearth the truth?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. If that were to happen, she would undoubtedly become a target, a prized possession that everyone would want to hunt down.

This was precisely why she had been quick to admit that she could copy abilities. It was a calculated move, a way to shield herself and obscure the true nature of her storage space’s power. After all, she couldn’t hide the fact that she possessed multiple abilities; they were a part of her existence now, woven into the fabric of her daily life.

By claiming that copied abilities had limitations, she could easily explain away certain peculiarities associated with her storage space. She had never divulged how many times she could utilize an ability after replicating it. All she had mentioned was that to access it again, she needed to make contact with the original wielder.

This meant that she had the power to set her own limits, a delicate balance of control she maintained.

There were countless aspects of her storage space that could be conveniently brushed aside with a simple excuse—like claiming that a particular ability could only be employed once, especially if the original user had perished. With that, she could sidestep a multitude of complications.

Just as she had done with the elephant hide armor she had gifted to Nathaniel, Caroline intended to weave a similar tale about the mobile base. She could attribute everything to the act of copying someone else’s ability, a narrative that would significantly simplify her life.

After all, society seemed to accept people like Shane, who appeared almost invincible. They could wrap their heads around someone who consumed waste and produced gold. They tolerated Denton and his odorous ability, so why not her story?

Of course, there would always be those who felt envious of her gift to replicate powers. Yet, even without the bizarre abilities she wielded to disguise the truth about her storage space, envy was an inevitable part of human nature.

So, for the mobile base, she crafted a straightforward explanation: she would say it had once been an ordinary house that she had remodeled using someone else’s ability. This approach would make her story much more palatable to her companions.

Once she had everything sorted, Caroline prepared to head back to her apartment, but an unsettling realization struck her. The little furry Marmy, which she often cradled in her hands during moments of idle time, was nowhere to be found.

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