My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 834

Chapter 834: Chapter 834 Ways To Get To The Other Side

Seeing him falter, Clyde stepped up and placed a firm hand on Reeve’s shoulder. "I got this," he said, then raised both arms wide.

With a deep breath, Clyde began manipulating the gravity in front of them. Fred hadn’t even lifted his rifle yet when the effect took hold—the leading wave of zombies suddenly froze mid-step, then collapsed to their knees with heavy thuds. The force was too much for some; bones cracked, knees shattered, and a few zombies crumpled with grotesque snaps as their limbs gave out under the crushing pressure.

But Clyde made sure to control his ’Gravitation Impact’ skill. After all, they were on the sixth floor—if he used his full power, he might end up collapsing the entire building. Well, maybe he wasn’t quite that strong yet, but with his current level, it was definitely possible to break through the floor beneath them. So, he carefully adjusted his strength, applying just enough force to immobilize and crush the zombies without causing structural damage.

Everyone watched in tense silence as the zombies began to collapse, their bodies slowly contorting under the pressure. Bones cracked, and limbs buckled as Clyde’s gravitational field methodically crushed them with eerie precision.

Snap!

Squash...

"No matter how many times I see it, his ability is terrifying," Jason muttered under his breath to Adam.

Adam nodded, his face pale as he turned his gaze away. Neither of them wanted to watch the gruesome sight any longer. Strangely enough, despite everything, they found themselves almost feeling sorry for the zombies—it looked less like a battle and more like a slow, calculated execution, a torture.

Roar...

The zombies couldn’t even growl properly anymore. The crushing gravity weighed down so heavily on them that even their throats seemed paralyzed. What were once fearsome roars now came out as weak, pitiful purrs—until finally, all the sounds from the horde faded into silence.

Unlike the usual aftermath of Clyde’s attacks, where zombies were reduced to flattened, indistinguishable smears of blood and bone, this time their corpses remained grotesquely intact. Twisted limbs, snapped bones at unnatural angles, and skulls split open like watermelons painted a far more horrifying picture. Somehow, seeing them like this—still recognizable, still human-like in form—was even more disturbing than the quick, mosquito-like squashing they’d seen before.

"Uweh!" Jason gagged, then stumbled away, unable to hold it in. He rushed to the edge of the rooftop, gripping the railing as he emptied his stomach over the side of the building.

Unfortunately, his vomit didn’t just vanish into the wind. It splashed downward—landing squarely on a zombie wandering the street below. The creature paused, lifting its head slowly, joints creaking like rusted gears. It couldn’t quite look up fully, but the splatter had caught its attention.

Jason groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, reluctant to turn around and face the aftermath of the massacre behind him.

Fred and his team, already used to this level of brutality, simply scrunched their noses in disgust. The stench of rotting flesh had worsened now that the zombies’ carcasses were torn open, releasing even more putrid odor into the air. Carefully, they stepped around the pools of blood and mangled bodies, circling the scene without getting too close. They left the task of harvesting the crystal cores to Adam and Jason’s team.

Unfortunately, that team was having a hard time. Almost every member was gagging, some outright vomiting, others tearing up as they struggled to suppress their nausea while prying cores from the crushed corpses.

While the two groups were preoccupied, Fred, Rose, and Clyde stood near the edge of the rooftop. Clyde was pointing toward a building located two streets away. Though it seemed distant, the first street was barely more than a narrow alley. The real obstacle was the second road—a wide delivery route with only one entrance and one exit, meant for trucks bringing in new batches of vehicles to the car dealership.

"That’s the building I was talking about, Brother Fred," Clyde said, pointing toward the target.

"I can make the bridge," she said, "but the distance is too far. It would take a lot of time—probably half the day—and I’d need several breaks so I don’t overwork my energy core."

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