Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 111

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Before he could finish, Rosalie collapsed into Gael’s arms, utterly spent. Only then did he realize she was covered in blood from head to toe.

Rosalie’s voice shook, but she tried hard to keep it steady.

“Save Leon-he’s in danger!”

Gael and Julien exchanged a look, their faces hardening.

Rosalie lay sprawled across Sixto’s back, with a majestic lion running alongside them.

Julien had originally wanted Gael to take Rosalie straight back to the tribe, but she flat-out refused and insisted on going with them.

Only Rosalie understood that if they were even a second too late and the venom fully took hold, no matter how many pills she bought or how much she spent, nothing would bring Leon back. She had to go.

Following Rosalie’s directions, the two beastmen raced through the forest.

The smell of blood grew thicker, and the trees around them snapped and leaned at all angles. The more they saw, the worse the sense of dread became, and the spot where Leon and Ziven had been was long deserted.

Gael sniffed the air, then headed deeper into the woods.

From afar, Rosalie saw the towering serpent’s body reared up, fangs glinting as it struck toward the black panther’s neck.

Her heart leapt into her throat. On impulse, she grabbed Gael’s paw and pressed it to her own neck, tightening her throat as she screamed, “Ziven! Help me!”

Ziven froze and whipped his head toward Rosalie, and in that split second of distraction, the lion lunged and clamped its jaws around his snake body.

Ziven let out a tortured hiss as his tail slackened. The badly mauled black panther tumbled to the ground and lay there, unnervingly still.

Over there, Ziven and the lion were locked in a vicious struggle, too busy to care about anything else.

Rosalie stumbled and dropped to her knees beside the panther-and in the next heartbeat, her blood ran ice-cold.

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The system’s cold voice echoed in her mind.

“This beastman has no remaining vital signs.”

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For a moment, Rosalie’s mind rang like a struck bell and went blank.

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The panther on the ground shifted back into human form. Blood streaked Leon’s sharp nose, and countless wounds crisscrossed his body.

Rosalie pressed her head to his chest, refusing to believe he was simply gone.

Suddenly, the faintest tremor stirred under her cheek, snapping her back to attention.

She quickly exchanged for a Life-Saving Pill in the system, shoved it into her own mouth, then pressed her lips to Leon’s and passed the medicine to him.

Staring at Leon’s motionless, tightly closed eyes, Rosalie gritted her teeth, placed her hands on his chest, and started doing CPR.

She counted under her breath as she pressed down again and again, pausing only to give him breath. Even when her arms burned with exhaustion, she refused to stop.

Beads of sweat dripped from her chin. Looking down at Leon, still showing no response at all, her nose stung and her eyes throbbed with pain.

But she couldn’t break now. This wasn’t the time to cry. She needed Leon to wake up. She didn’t know how long she kept going, only that she went on until Micah finally noticed something was wrong, followed their trail out of the tribe, and found her kneeling there, still pressing on Leon’s chest.

She looked as if she’d been dunked in water, drenched from head to toe.

Micah took in the chaotic scene around them and hurried to kneel beside her. “Matriarch, what happened?” he asked, breathless.

Rosalie shook her head, tears flicking off her lashes. Meanwhile, deeper in the woods, Gael and Julien were still locked in battle with the massive snake.

The serpent’s fangs were venomous, forcing them to fight with extreme caution. Every exchange was hard-won.

“Ziven turned into a black snake. Gael and Julien are still in there. Go help them.”

Micah hesitated, but Rosalie said quietly, “I’m fine. Go,

“I want Ziven to pay for this.”

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