Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 494

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 494**
**Chapter 494: A Delicate Balance**

In a sudden, unexpected motion, Dyson produced a dark wooden plaque from the depths of his coat, its surface glistening ominously in the dim light. The letter “S” was intricately carved into it, a stark contrast against the rich, dark wood.

Beside him, perched on the balcony, was another plaque, this one marked with the letter “L.”

Caroline’s voice sliced through the tense atmosphere like a knife. “Have you lost your mind? What is this, some kind of funeral ritual?” Her heart raced, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she braced herself for an imminent attack.

Dyson, however, remained unfazed, his unsettling smile stretching wider across his face.

He appeared almost gaunt now, his features sharpened, taking on a strange, almost handsome quality. Yet, as he clutched that plaque, a shadow of grimness enveloped him, contrasting sharply with the rows of wooden plaques that surrounded them.

“Have you ever considered,” he said, his grin widening, “that this might be my ability?”

With a deliberate motion, he lifted another plaque from the ground, and Caroline felt a presence materialize at her side. Years of relentless combat had honed her instincts to a razor’s edge—without a moment’s hesitation, she dove to the side.

Dyson remained unmoved, that eerie smile still plastered on his face. He began to mimic throwing punches, his movements exaggerated and theatrical.

Caroline could feel the rush of wind as invisible fists whizzed around her, yet she saw no one. The air crackled with tension, and for a fleeting moment, she hesitated. That slight delay cost her dearly; a phantom punch landed, sending her sprawling across the ground.

Dyson stood back, still clutching the plaque, pretending to unleash a flurry of punches, his laughter echoing in the air.

“My ability is quite special,” he declared, his voice dripping with enthusiasm. “When I kill someone, that person becomes my puppet. They are invisible, but they fight on my behalf. Their powers become mine. I can stand far away, make attack motions, and an unseen warrior does my bidding right in front of you.”

“Caroline,” he continued, a hint of longing creeping into his voice, “I never aspired to greatness. But this ability—it transformed my ambitions. It became my ultimate dream. I crave more power. I want your abilities and Tyler’s as well.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. “So, it seems I must kill you.”

Caroline’s gaze locked onto him, her resolve hardening. Despite the weight he had lost, that unsettling smile remained, a remnant of the man he used to be.

It was the kind of smile that suggested a mind always at work, always calculating—carefully crafting his expressions to manipulate the emotions of those around him.

From the very first moment she had encountered Dyson, she had sensed his presence, yet it had always felt insubstantial, almost like a mirage.

She had reduced most of the plaques to ashes, leaving only two in Dyson’s grasp. But his power continued to manifest, independent of the wooden tokens.

“Burning my collection won’t achieve anything,” Dyson said, his grin unwavering. “I keep those plaques to remind me of my kills. They help me organize which abilities I can utilize. If you destroy them, I’ll simply carve new ones later.”

Caroline chose silence as her response, focusing instead on closing the distance between them. She lunged forward, attempting to stab at his neck with one of her abilities.

But an invisible barrier appeared, thwarting her attack. It was as if a wall had sprung up to block her strike.

“You see,” Dyson said, that infuriating smile still plastered on his face. “I possess a multitude of abilities. You can’t even discern which one I’m employing right now. You cannot defeat me like this.”

Caroline remained composed, rolling her wrist slightly. A small yellow snake slithered down her leg, disappearing into the shadows, inching closer to Dyson.

“Tyler might arrive here soon,” Dyson remarked, his tone casual yet laced with urgency. “Taking on both of you will be a challenge—so I think I’ll finish you off first.”

The tension in the air thickened, and the battle, teetering on the edge of chaos, was far from over.