Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 373

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 373**
**The Power of Dreams**

Raven maintained that long, serious expression, his face a mask of stoicism, yet his tail wagged with an enthusiasm that contradicted his demeanor. It was impossible not to feel a sense of pride swell within me. After all, my humans had impeccable taste! She had chosen me the moment our paths crossed back in the army, and that moment had forever altered the course of our lives.

Upon returning home, Caroline wasted no time and immediately checked the screen of her Zero System.

To her surprise, a new option had materialized, catching her attention. She raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Well, this looks intriguing,” she murmured to herself.

**Purple: Extraordinary Energy.**

“Extraordinary energy? What kind of power could that possibly entail?” she pondered aloud, her mind racing with possibilities. “Looks like I’ll need to track down those ability users I didn’t manage to copy before. I’ll have to engage with them, shake a few hands, or something like that.”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she considered the task ahead.

Truth be told, social interactions were not her strong suit.

The thought of conversing with strangers always made her stomach twist into knots.

But for the sake of acquiring new abilities—she was determined to push through her discomfort!

Glancing at the clock, she noted that it wasn’t lunchtime yet, which meant she could venture downstairs without interrupting anyone. With a newfound resolve, she made her way down the stairs.

The 40th floor buzzed with energy, filled with soldiers—young men showcasing a myriad of special abilities. There were so many powers she had yet to copy, and her curiosity piqued as she stepped onto the floor.

As she approached, the vibrant echoes of laughter and animated voices reached her ears.

“Haha! You’re incredible, man!”

“Come here, come here—it’s a massive tiger this time!”

“Ken, your ability is absolutely wild!”

“Whoa, I can see my mom! No, Mom, don’t hit me with that rolling pin!”

Caroline’s gaze fell upon a cluster of young soldiers in uniform, their attention focused on a figure in the center.

This central figure, also dressed in uniform, was animatedly pulling funny faces at one soldier while playfully kicking at another, clearly intent on eliciting laughter from his comrades.

Curiosity piqued, Caroline wondered what sort of game they were playing. She took a couple of cautious steps closer, intrigued by the camaraderie unfolding before her.

However, as she drew within ten feet of the group, an unexpected sensation washed over her—a sudden buzz in her head, and the world around her shifted dramatically.

The laughter faded into silence, replaced by the whimsical strains of circus music—bright, playful, yet oddly distant.

The melody struck a chord deep within her, freezing her in place for a moment.

This time, the circus had vanished. Instead, she found herself gazing at her grandmother, who stood on the porch, tending to her beloved flowers.

The old woman turned abruptly, a frown etched across her face. “Caroline! Did you break my favorite orchid pot again?”

Her expression was serious, and she even raised her hand as if to scold her, but Caroline couldn’t help but smile.

It had been ages since she had seen her family, far too long.

Not since the apocalypse had she experienced such warmth. In fact, her grandparents had passed away years before the world fell apart, leaving her utterly alone in its aftermath.

Yet, she reminded herself that this was merely an illusion. It wasn’t real. With so many people around, she steeled her emotions and simply observed the woman she had missed dearly.

Stepping out of the range once more, the image dissolved, and she took a breath to steady herself. Then she ventured back in. This time, her childhood playmate greeted her with a radiant smile.

Now she truly understood why the others were reluctant to walk away.

This ability was pure happiness—a vivid, dreamlike light illuminating a cold, desolate world. It was intoxicating.

Even someone like Caroline, who prided herself on her rationality and composure, found it nearly impossible to resist the allure of that warm illusion.

She could only imagine the dangers that lurked for someone who unknowingly succumbed to this illusion, unaware that it was nothing more than a fleeting mirage.