Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 384

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 384**
**CONTENT: Chapter 384 The Truth Helmet**

“Tyler, Caroline, you still haven’t provided me with an answer. What on earth are you two doing breaking into my bedroom at such an ungodly hour? If you leave now, I swear I’ll act as if this entire incident never occurred.”

Crow truly embodied the essence of his title as the leader of the Obsidian Fang, a man who had effectively lived two distinct lifetimes.

Despite being cornered by Caroline and Tyler, he maintained an air of tranquility, as if he were simply hosting two unexpected guests in his home.

Caroline and Tyler exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken agreement solidifying in that brief moment. They had strategized that once they had him in their grasp, Caroline would take the lead in the interrogation while Tyler stood sentinel by the door, prepared for any unforeseen interruptions.

However, as Tyler retracted his blade, a palpable tension rippled through Crow. He sensed an opportunity to escape and instinctively sought to break free from his captors.

What he never anticipated was the sudden descent of an object over his head, plunging him into a haze of confusion in an instant.

He found himself frozen in place.

Now, standing before Caroline, Crow sported an absurdly bright yellow duck helmet perched atop his head.

The helmet featured eye holes and a comically large plastic duck bill where his mouth should have been.

It was a sight that could only be described as ludicrous.

He stood rigid, his eyes vacant, his body immobilized like a malfunctioning robot.

Caroline, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, “Crow, what’s your name?”

To her astonishment, he actually responded.

The little duck bill opened and closed in sync with his lips, creating the illusion that the toy duck itself was speaking.

But the voice that emerged was anything but ordinary—it was a raspy sound, punctuated by a goofy “quack quack quack” at the end of each sentence.

“My name’s Crow. People used to call me Nightfang, then Ironclaw, and when I was just a kid, they nicknamed me the Shadow Bandit—quack quack.”

The moniker Shadow Bandit stemmed from his childhood antics of stealthily pilfering women’s lingerie under the cover of darkness.

“Pfft!”

“I have to get Nelson, or I’ll perish. Only Nelson and Dr. Sinclair from the army possess the means to save my life. Quack quack quack!”

Caroline rubbed her chin thoughtfully, nodding as the pieces began to fall into place. Just as she had suspected, Crow was indeed a survivor who had been reborn.

She pressed on, “Then why did you assert that I was going to die? Is your Obsidian Fang planning something sinister against me?”

With an air of resignation, Crow revealed that he possessed the ability to glimpse into the future. He recounted that in his previous life, he had never encountered Caroline’s name, and when he attempted to peer into her future, he stumbled upon an image of a two-story villa.

“I never heard your name in my past life, which indicates you didn’t survive the later stages of the apocalypse. So, I assumed you were doomed. But when I gazed into your future, I saw only a fleeting moment—it was that villa. I witnessed a scene riddled with blood and lifeless bodies, but I couldn’t discern who was among the dead. So, I sketched that villa and added the grim image of you perishing there. Quack quack quack!”

He recounted the tale without holding back, his words spilling forth like a torrent.

In truth, he had never truly seen her body hanging in that villa; he had fabricated that detail himself. Yet, his reasoning wasn’t entirely baseless.

His conviction that Caroline would meet her demise stemmed solely from the fact that her name had never crossed his ears in his previous existence.

He reasoned that someone as formidable as her, who had left no mark on the world back then, must have fallen shortly after the apocalypse had begun.