My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 133

Huskies are known as one of the “three dumb breeds of the snow.” Originally bred in Siberia to pull sleds, they’re exceptionally cold–resistant. Surviving in temperatures like these was nothing surprising.

But, how the hell could a husky grow this big?

Did it mutate?

Could this catastrophic weather event trigger animal mutations?

Ray frowned. Based on everything he’d seen so far, that husky’s size had increased severalfold. Its weight had gone from a few dozen pounds to several hundred. Along with that came an explosive increase in strength.

And the damn thing could even dodge bullets.

That meant its speed was terrifying. Its agility was off the charts.

Worse still, its hide was unbelievably tough–on par with body armor.

How could anyone say it hadn’t mutated?

“It took a hit from me. It definitely wants me dead now. Funny enough, I’m petty too–and I hate leaving future trouble behind. So since we’re enemies now, I’m killing you.”

Ray drew in a deep breath and strode out of the room.

‘Come on, then. Let’s settle this,‘ he thought.

Ray usually played it safe, but when it came time to risk his life, he never backed down.

‘Let’s see who kills whom.‘

He advanced cautiously, thoughts racing.

Earlier, when the husky had ambushed him, he’d entered that unbelievably strange state–like gaining a god’s perspective. Everything around him had been laid bare before his “eyes“… no, his mind. If he could stay in that state, would the husky ever be able to ambush him again?

But how could he trigger that state again? Ray had no idea.

He kept searching room by room, almost forgetting about the husky for the moment. He found more bodies.

Every single one had its internal organs eaten. All done by that husky.

Ray didn’t feel much anger. These days, killing, dying, and even cannibalism had become disturbingly commonplace. When humans were strong, they hunted animals at will. Now that humans were weak and certain animals were rising, it was only

natural for the roles to reverse.

The essence of this world was simple: the strong prey on the weak.

That rule applied to humans–and to the entire food chain.

But once that husky had started viewing humans as food, Ray was no exception—especially after he’d wounded it. This grudge ran deep now.

Ray was certain the husky hadn’t left. It was lurking somewhere in the station, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Any second now.

Under that constant tension, his adrenaline surged again. That strange sensation returned–but something was still missing. He still couldn’t enter the god–view state.

Chapter 133

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A blast of wind cut through the air.

The husky attacked.

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