Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 389

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 389**
**Chapter 389: Ugliness Is a Weapon**

The man’s words hung in the air, abruptly cut off as he froze in place, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Caroline had just activated a peculiar ability known as “Ugliness is a Weapon.”

The bodyguards standing before her were rendered speechless, their faces contorting in horror as they beheld her visage—so grotesque that it seemed to leap straight from the darkest corners of a nightmare.

Seizing the moment of their stunned silence, Caroline summoned her water manipulation skill. With a swift motion, two sharp, icy spikes erupted from the ground, driving themselves mercilessly into the throats of the men who had been restraining Nelson.

A sickening sound accompanied the gruesome act as the spikes pierced through flesh, blood cascading down the frozen protrusions before the two men crumpled to the earth, lifeless and devoid of any struggle.

Tyler, quick on his feet, rushed forward, extending a hand to help Nelson rise.

But Nelson, consumed by a sudden surge of rage, forcefully pushed Tyler away. His face twisted in fury, he raised the arm that had been pinned behind him, still clutching a syringe with a long, glinting steel needle.

“I’ll kill you all!” Nelson roared, his voice laced with a chilling intensity as he plunged the syringe into the neck of one of the already-dead men.

Blood erupted, splattering across his face, staining his pajamas, and marking the nearby wall with grotesque patterns.

Yet, Nelson was far from finished. He stabbed again and again, each thrust a release of the pent-up fury that had simmered within him.

The brutal spectacle sent shivers of terror through the remaining bodyguards, freezing them in place, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Crow stood there, paralyzed by the shocking scene unfolding before him.

Caroline’s gaze turned icy as she addressed him. “See that, Crow? Don’t ever provoke us again. Even Nelson, the one you underestimated, is not someone you can toy with.”

Some of the bodyguards shifted, as if they were considering charging forward, but Crow raised a hand, a silent command that stilled their movements.

As time dragged on, the fire of Nelson’s fury began to dim. He stood there, panting heavily, his white pajamas now drenched in crimson.

With the syringe still clutched in his hand, he turned to Caroline and Tyler, the ruthless edge that had driven him just moments before now replaced by a fragile innocence. His eyes, once filled with darkness, were now clear and pure. “Caroline,” he murmured softly, “let’s go home.”

Caroline stepped closer, her fingers gently brushing the blood from his face. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Despite the age difference, she had always regarded him as a younger brother, a protective instinct woven into her very being.

And it was evident—he trusted her completely.

By that time, every spy who had been feeding information to Building B had been apprehended.

Francis glared at them, his teeth clenched in frustration. “I’ve been aware of your little schemes for quite some time. I refrained from acting sooner because I wanted to observe what was transpiring in Building B—and to give you a chance. I’ve delved into your backgrounds. You were once decent people, but you fell into the trap of Building B. Especially you.”

His gaze bore into Alison’s. “Tell me, why did Building B capture Nelson? What is their goal?”

Alison huddled in a corner, her arms shielding her head, her hair cascading over her face like a curtain of despair.

She remained silent, refusing to respond to Francis’s probing question.

The others beside her trembled, fear evident in their stance.

Several other ability users were under control too, yet none showed the slightest hint of fear.

They were all recent recruits, having been lured to Building B, and their knowledge was limited. They had already divulged everything they knew—after all, loyalty had never been their strong suit. Now that they were caught, they had little to lose by spilling their secrets to the army.

But Alison was different. To her, Building B was family.

When she had contemplated ending her own life, they had taken her in. Lisa had provided her with training, guidance, and a renewed purpose before sending her back to Building A as a spy.