Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 491

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 491**
**Chapter 491: Light After the Storm**

But then, something extraordinary happened—Dyson’s ability awakened.

It was a peculiar and unsettling power, one that felt both foreign and exhilarating.

When his ability finally emerged, Building B was engulfed in chaos, a rebellion brewing among various ability users. Amidst the clamor and the clash of wills, Dyson discovered the immense potential that lay dormant within him. He realized that this newfound ability could be nurtured, cultivated, and expanded like a fragile seedling yearning for sunlight.

In a moment of desperate courage, he had nearly sacrificed his life to save Crow. That experience shattered the remnants of his old existence, leaving him questioning everything he had ever known. Why had he toiled so hard to be the dependable, rotund figure for others? What had it ultimately brought him?

Had he perished in that instant, what legacy would he have left behind?

He would have simply remained the same capable, well-meaning fat guy he had always been. Nothing would have shifted in the grand tapestry of life.

It echoed his childhood—back then, he was the reliable chubby kid in a gang of streetwise misfits.

Before the world crumbled around them, he had been the steadfast fat guy in the Obsidian Fang, a role he had embraced with pride.

After the apocalypse, he found himself slipping back into that same mold, serving under Crow’s leadership.

All those years of relentless effort—what had he truly accomplished?

If he were to die branded merely as “the capable fat guy,” that would be the final chapter of his story.

In that fleeting moment before death, a profound realization washed over him—this was not the life he had envisioned for himself.

That thought struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

When he regained consciousness, the feeling of being lost still lingered. Yet, amidst the confusion, a flicker of determination ignited within him. Perhaps it was time to carve out a path of his own—a life dedicated to himself. The first step? Strengthening his ability.

With renewed focus, he turned his attention to Caroline and Tyler.

Up until now, he had no desire to engage them in conflict.

From the moment he encountered the duo, he had never truly regarded them as adversaries. Right from their first meeting, he sensed that they were anything but ordinary. This instinct had kept him from confronting them directly; deep down, he understood that if he ever crossed swords with them, they would easily overpower him.

With purpose, he strode toward the elevator. Crow was resting now, leaving Dyson to extend a warm welcome to Caroline on behalf of the Obsidian Fang. After Lisa’s departure, Dyson had ascended to the role of second-in-command. It was his responsibility now.

As he reached the first floor, he spotted Caroline being escorted into Building B.

He hurried over, donning a friendly smile. “Well, if it isn’t Caroline! What brings you here today? Come on in! I spotted you from upstairs and thought I’d come down to welcome you personally.”

Caroline’s gaze flickered to Dyson. For a brief moment, her brow furrowed, but then she offered a polite smile. “Dyson, you’ve stepped up as second-in-command. It’s truly an honor to be welcomed by you.”

Her words dripped with a hint of performance.

The smile in her eyes deepened slightly, but every muscle in her body remained coiled, ready to spring into action should Dyson make a misstep.

Dyson chuckled, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment when he learned she had come to see Crow.

“Oh, Caroline, what unfortunate timing! Our esteemed leader is currently resting. You know how the elderly need their beauty sleep. If you’re not in a rush, why not wait a bit? I can give you a tour of our base. We’ve got some exciting new products. Feel free to take anything that catches your eye.”