Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 497

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 497**

**Chapter 497: Better Off Dead**

Caroline had orchestrated her own death for a couple of very strategic reasons. Firstly, she had come to a startling realization: Goldy, the creature she had summoned, was not under the influence of Dyson’s powers; it was merely putting on a show.

When you considered the facts, it was quite logical. Goldy had emerged directly from the storage space, devoid of any paternal figure. How could an ability that thrived on emotional connections possibly affect a being that had no such ties?

Secondly, upon hearing Dyson declare, “To turn someone into a puppet and steal their ability, I have to kill them,” Caroline deduced that the term “kill” likely referred to a direct, personal act, rather than one executed through his elusive puppet strings.

If Dyson intended to eliminate her himself, he would have no choice but to abandon his nearly impenetrable protective barrier.

And that would be her moment to spring Goldy from the shadows, ready to strike with lethal precision. It would be the simplest kill of her life.

As she contemplated her plan, Dyson stood before her, an unsettling calmness washing over him as he regarded Caroline. Then, unexpectedly, a smile broke across his face. It was that same serene smile, as if the weight of the world had not shifted even slightly.

Caroline’s brow furrowed in confusion. How could he maintain such a demeanor in the midst of impending doom?

“At least… I died for myself. Not for someone else,” Dyson murmured, his voice beginning to waver, a tremor of vulnerability creeping in.

With those words, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the darkness.

Even in death, that faint smile lingered, as if he had found a fleeting moment of peace.

They say that in the final moments before death, a person’s life flashes before their eyes, a rapid montage of memories and experiences.

And in that fleeting instant, Dyson experienced it all.

He was transported back to moments of ridicule, the taunts and jeers he faced as a child for his weight… the relentless struggle to gain acceptance through sheer determination and hard work…

He recalled the harrowing risk he had taken to save Crow…

And then there was the power he had wielded—so formidable it allowed him to manipulate others, turning them into puppets while siphoning their abilities.

Yet, in that critical moment before his life slipped away, a profound realization washed over him.

Dyson understood, perhaps too late, that he had been mistaken throughout his existence.

In the brief span of his life, he had devoted himself to seeking validation from others, never once taking the time to truly live for himself.

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**Chapter 497: Better Off Dead**

His ability, which allowed him to extinguish lives and transform them into his personal marionettes, had only served to mask the truth: he had always been a puppet himself, dancing to the whims of others.

Just a “high-functioning fat guy,” a marionette devoid of a genuine soul.

This pattern had persisted since his teenage years.

He had thought that after saving Crow and somehow emerging from that ordeal with his life intact, he had finally discovered his true calling—a dream that was authentically his. He yearned to grow stronger, not for anyone else, but for himself.

But now, as he lay in the stillness of death, the harsh truth dawned upon him: even his newfound strength had been for the sake of others. All he had ever wanted was for people to stop viewing him as the capable fat guy. He had never truly lived for himself.

Since Caroline hadn’t rolled a healing ability that day, she could only manage a makeshift remedy with spring water to soothe her wounds.

The skin, being the largest organ of the human body, had suffered grievous burns and corrosion across nearly every inch of her body.

Spring water was no miraculous elixir; it couldn’t restore her to her former self in an instant.

Throughout this ordeal, Tyler’s brow had remained furrowed, his worry palpable, yet he chose his words carefully, knowing Caroline was not one to vocalize her pain.

As they climbed into the car, preparing to make their escape, Tyler suddenly reached out a hand towards her.

Caroline glanced down, puzzled, and noticed a piece of chocolate resting in his palm.

“This doesn’t really do much, but it fits the mood. Back when Denton got hurt, he always found comfort in eating this,” Tyler explained, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

Caroline chuckled softly, the sound a balm to the tension. “What, do you think I’m a little kid?”

Despite her teasing, she accepted the chocolate, popping it into her mouth.

The velvety sweetness melted on her tongue, an unexpected delight that momentarily distracted her from her pain.

As they drove home, Tyler accelerated as if he were in a race, the engine roaring beneath them.

Exhausted, Caroline found her eyelids growing heavy and succumbed to sleep in the passenger seat.

It felt as if she had barely closed her eyes when they finally arrived back home.

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