My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Chapter 861 A Change

[Sudden Mission: Class-A — "Whack-A-Mole"]

[Description: The government, once meant to protect and serve its people, has become a den of corruption and greed. The current regime prioritizes self-interest, exploiting the masses and turning civilians into little more than tools for their agenda. Whispers speak of a hidden facility—deep within the capital—where horrifying human experiments are being conducted. The true nature and scope of these experiments remain unknown. However, one person may hold the key: the Commander General.

Mission Objective: Extract the truth from the Commander General. Uncover what the Capital’s government is hiding.

Mission Completion: Unknown

Mission Failure: Unknown]

Kisha frowned as she read the new mission that popped up in front of her. She hadn’t expected this, not like this. It was the first time she’d encountered a mission with no listed reward... and no details on what failure would bring. The uncertainty unsettled her. Was the Constellation doing this on purpose? Upping the stakes out of boredom?

After all, she’d been completing her missions one after another without much trouble lately. Her life hadn’t been in any real danger for a while; she was growing stronger, steadily and surely. Maybe that predictability had dulled the thrill for them. Maybe that’s why they hid the consequences this time, because the outcome was becoming too easy to guess.

She remembered the mission she’d given up on, confident she could endure the backlash. But what if this was their way of punishing her for choosing a mission and then failing one? Of rewriting the rules? If so, then this wasn’t just another task; this was a warning.

But it wasn’t as if they ever gave her a real choice. They wanted her to kill innocent people, just to pick a side. Sure, she could have chosen a side and gone on to complete the trade mission with those she spared. But then what? Could she really live with herself afterward? Could she stay sane knowing she’d chosen her own safety over the lives of others, just because she was afraid of punishment?

So, instead, Kisha chose the hardest path: helping both sides, refusing to take a single life.

She might act cold, distant, even rude at times, but that was only a shield, a layer of armor forged from pain and survival. A coping mechanism, born from the countless traumas she’d endured. And yes, she had killed before, but only those who deserved it. Murderers. Monsters. The worst of society. Never the innocent.

If the system was now trying to force her hand... to twist her into something else... then this time, everything would change.

But whatever it was, Kisha felt her heart skip a beat. A flicker of worry took root. Unlike others, she was never given the luxury of choice when it came to missions; there was no option to accept or decline. All she could do was complete them and move on. If she failed, as long as it didn’t mean death, she simply endured the consequences and kept going.

But now, not knowing what failure might cost changed everything.

The uncertainty pressed down on her shoulders like a new weight. Would this mystery penalty apply only to this mission? Or was this the beginning of a new rule, one where every task would come with unknown stakes and invisible threats?

[The Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom watches you with growing curiosity, eager to see how you’ll face this trial.]

[The God of the Sun acknowledges your sacrifices and silently nods in approval.]

[The Goddess of Love and Hate fixes her gaze on you, unreadable and intense...]

Kisha could feel their eyes on her, the divine attention prickling at her skin. The shift in the mission’s rules wasn’t just a coincidence. No... she was almost certain now. They changed the rules. Whether out of boredom, frustration, or some twisted test, they had rewritten the game.

Was this her punishment? A new phase in their amusement?

She didn’t know yet. But she would. Sooner or later, she’d uncover what these gods truly wanted, why their eyes followed her so closely, why some seemed hostile, even desperate to see her fall.

[The Goddess of Creation weeps in silence, bound and sealed, powerless to help you... But watching in agony nonetheless.]

Seeing the final pop-up—[The Goddess of Creation weeps...]—Kisha felt her heart thunder in her chest.

’What does this mean?’ she wondered, her eyes fixed on the message lingering in the air. Her mind spiraled, the weight of the divine’s sorrow pressing on her shoulders like a storm cloud ready to burst. She stood frozen, not speaking, lost in thought.

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