Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 378

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 378**

The calamity that had unfolded mere days prior ignited a furious blaze within Crow’s heart. The rage simmered beneath his skin, a constant reminder of his perceived superiority over everyone around him. He had always viewed himself as a titan among mere mortals, standing taller than the army, Tyler, and even Caroline. In his eyes, they were nothing more than pawns in a game he had long since mastered.

Since his rebirth, Crow had embraced the notion that he was the chosen one, destined to forge an empire of his own, to rally the mightiest ability users, and to rewrite the narrative of his past failures. Yet, the recent triumph of Building A had thrown him off balance. Nelson had placed his trust in them, and Lisa had been compelled to retreat. It dawned on Crow that this new life was veering away from the familiar path he had once tread.

He found himself deep in thought, grappling with the realization that something had gone awry. After much contemplation, he traced the source of his discontent back to a woman named Caroline. Her name was unfamiliar to him, a ghost from a past he thought he had left behind. Initially, he had assumed she was the army doctor everyone spoke of, but when Nelson appeared alongside a different doctor, the truth hit him like a punch to the gut.

Who was Caroline, really? How could a woman boasting such extraordinary abilities have left no trace in the life he had once lived? This mystery gnawed at him, and he resolved to employ his unique ability to peer into Caroline’s future.

Crow’s power was formidable, yet it came with its own set of constraints. It could only be summoned once every ten days, and even then, the clarity of the vision was unpredictable. The more distinct the future, the sharper his sight; conversely, the more ambiguous it was, the hazier the images became. As he attempted to glimpse into Caroline’s future, all that materialized before him was a solitary villa, shrouded in mystery.

Meanwhile, Caroline sat in silence, her gaze fixed on the sketch before her. A tempest of thoughts swirled within her mind, yet her expression remained composed, betraying none of the turmoil brewing inside. She turned to Francis, curiosity lacing her voice. “What’s your plan?”

Francis, stroking his chin thoughtfully, allowed a sly grin to creep across his face. “Honestly? I’ve never been fond of those folks from Building B. They call themselves Obsidian Fang or whatever pretentious name they’ve concocted. They strut around like they’re better than everyone else, flaunting their supposed superiority. Sure, they haven’t committed any outright atrocities, but there’s just something about them that rubs me the wrong way. So now that they’re groveling for our assistance…,” his grin widened, “perhaps it’s time they learn that we’re not so easily pushed around.”

Caroline nodded in agreement, her sentiments mirroring his own. A flicker of defiance sparked within her. She wasn’t keen on collaborating with Francis this time around; instead, she resolved that they would pursue separate strategies.

Caroline needed to ascertain just how much Crow truly knew about her and the situation at hand.

As she exited Francis’s office, a heavy burden settled on her chest. Should she confront Crow directly? Perhaps it would be wiser to eliminate him before he became a threat? But the Obsidian Fang surrounded him like a fortress, making any covert operation nearly impossible. If she failed, their retribution would be merciless.

Tyler walked beside her, silent yet observant, his gaze fixed on her as she wrestled with her thoughts. Deep down, however, he had already come to a decision about what needed to be done.

The once-adorable pup had transformed into a creature of immense stature, rivaling that of a young horse—powerful, strikingly beautiful, and brimming with attitude. Every time Tyler took her out, the soldiers in the shelter would rush over, captivated by her presence, showering her with compliments about her newfound magnificence.

Just days prior, an animal enthusiast at the shelter had taken one look at Snow and confirmed Caroline’s suspicions: Snow was a wolf native to snowy regions.

Now, that formidable creature had Raven pinned to the floor, her sharp teeth bared in a fierce warning. Raven, however, appeared utterly unfazed, almost bored. Even with Snow’s weight pressing down on his chest, he didn’t flinch or retaliate. Instead, he regarded her with a flat, unimpressed stare, reminiscent of a weary parent dealing with a mischievous child.

From the corner of the room, Jet flapped his wings excitedly, squawking at the top of his lungs, “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

As Caroline stepped into the doorway, the chaotic scene unfolded before her—an unlikely trio of a wolf, a dog, and a parrot transforming her living room into an impromptu boxing ring.