Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 493

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 493**

**Chapter 493: The Capable Fat Man**

Denton was on the verge of losing his temper with Snow. It was as if a storm was brewing inside him, and he could hardly contain it.

“Caroline,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration, “do you think it’s possible that Snow wasn’t the one who interrupted the vision? What if the truth is that I don’t even have a girlfriend in the future? Maybe that’s why you couldn’t see anything at all.”

His shoulders slumped as a wave of dejection washed over him. The thought of a barren future, devoid of companionship, gnawed at him. He declared, almost defiantly, that he no longer wished to peer into the future. Instead, he preferred to navigate life one step at a time, cherishing the unknown and leaving some mysteries intact.

In a sudden fit of rebellion, he snatched the crumpled paper that read “Things Denton Wants to Know About the Future” and tore it into shreds, the sound echoing in the silence of the room.

Caroline stood there, momentarily speechless, her mind racing to comprehend his sudden change of heart.

It became evident that she still hadn’t grasped the true potential of her ability.

Deep down, Caroline harbored feelings akin to Denton’s when it came to the future.

Aside from using her foresight to sense imminent danger, she didn’t yearn for excessive knowledge about what lay ahead.

But there were questions that haunted her, ones she asked time and again, only to be met with silence. When would the apocalypse draw to a close? What had ignited this catastrophe? And where could one find the safest haven on Earth?

Each time she sought answers, all that greeted her was an expanse of white fog, a blank canvas devoid of clarity.

After those fruitless attempts, she decided to give Crow some space, refraining from bothering him for several days.

Meanwhile, Crow was reveling in his newfound freedom. With Caroline absent, he indulged in hearty meals, enjoyed restful nights, and even took leisurely afternoon naps, each day leaving him feeling more rejuvenated than the last.

But one afternoon, as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, a sudden chill crept down his spine, as if a cold draft had slipped through an unseen crack.

His eyes snapped open, heart racing. For a fleeting moment, he thought, *Could it be? Is Caroline back?* Instinctively, he reached out, anticipating her presence, ready for her to mimic his ability.

Instead, his fingers met something unnervingly cold and sharp—metal. A knife.

No, not just a knife—a knife gripped tightly in someone’s hand.

In an instant, Crow’s sleep evaporated, replaced by a rush of adrenaline. He shot upright, but before he could fully comprehend the situation, the stranger pressed the blade menacingly against his throat.

“Crow. Tell me everything you know,” a calm, chilling voice hissed from near his car. It was Tyler.

Crow felt a wave of despair wash over him, nearly bringing him to tears. Hadn’t he already laid bare everything to Tyler and Caroline during their last encounter? He had been cooperative, even allowing Caroline to borrow his ability whenever she asked.

What more could they possibly want from him?

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