My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 933

Chapter 933: Chapter 933 Kisha Was Hit

Kisha’s heart twisted at the sight of him, his skin already blistered despite his high defenses. She wanted to protest so he would stop covering her with his body, but luckily, her ’Healing Dome’ was already working, slowly knitting away the burns on both of them. The pain lingered, sharp and raw, yet at least their injuries weren’t worsening.

Still, the fact that such devastation had come from her own inscribed magic scroll left her thrilled. This was only a Beginner-grade combat magic scroll, and yet it unleashed destruction surpassing the abilities of most awakened ability users.

She remembered the mana it had drained from her when she inscribed it, but even so, she had never imagined its true power until now.

Then, as if the destruction the fireball created wasn’t enough, almost all the metal around them has melted and the glass windows and doors of the building also exploded due to the intense heat while the walls and aspalt cracked, Kisha didn’t even know how long would this fireball would last, but more than that, she was amazed that the mutated zombie was still screeching in pain inside the fireball without being cooked

Screech!!!

After a moment, the fireball shrank until it finally fizzled out, yet the mutated zombie was still standing, like an indestructible cockroach. Smoke curled from its body, its skin scorched in patches.

The blast had only made its hideous face even more grotesque: half-melted, with one eyeball bulging from its socket, jagged teeth bared, and fragments of bone exposed through seared flesh.

Its left arm was reduced to a nearly skeletal hand, its right foot in a similar state. And yet, despite its ruined form, the creature didn’t falter; if anything, it looked even more enraged.

"Grahhh!" It shrieked again, a sound that seemed to summon more reinforcements as if it hungered for Kisha’s death. But more than that, it seemed ready to act on its own rather than merely relying on the surrounding zombies.

Duke slowly released Kisha, his eyes scanning the aftermath of the magic scroll’s power. The devastation it had wrought was staggering, nearly transforming the entire area into a desolate wasteland.

"Host, that’s why I told you no..." 008 said weakly. It knew using the magic scroll on the mutated zombie was almost a waste; the magic scroll could have been sold for 5,000 system points.

More importantly, 008 understood that it likely wouldn’t defeat the mutated zombie and might even provoke it further, potentially putting Kisha in danger. After all, she didn’t yet realize how devastating the firepower of her own inscribed magic scrolls could be.

"Oh... so you were trying to stop me because of the aftermath? Why does it even have this much power?" Kisha asked, slowly being released by Duke as she steadied herself on her feet. The blisters on her skin and on Duke’s were already starting to heal, even without the help of the vial of blue liquid. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Host, it’s all thanks to the ancient, arcane magic circle you used to inscribe your magic scrolls. Not only is it difficult to master because it’s a lost magical art, but it’s also incredibly complex; it requires precise mana control, understanding of units, cardinal directions, and much more."

"Using it on a beginner scroll is impressive; though still labeled ’beginner,’ its real firepower is already comparable to a third-circle magic spell."

"But the mutated zombie has exceptionally high defenses. A mere third-circle magic spell wouldn’t be enough, and that’s why I stopped you. I didn’t want you to waste the scroll only to make the zombie angrier and risk it turning on you."

"However... if you could inscribe an intermediate-level scroll, that might just be enough to incinerate this ugly creature," 008 said, its tone pointed and filled with disgust toward the mutated zombie.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" Kisha asked, clearly exasperated.

"Host, you didn’t give me a chance," 008 replied, sounding aggrieved.

"Oh!" Kisha’s anger immediately fizzled. She realized she hadn’t given 008 the opportunity to explain and had even called it a cheapskate. Now she felt like the fool and knew it was her own fault.

"But wait... I’m already an intermediate inscriber. I’ve even made some intermediate scrolls. Maybe we could try one?" she said, her hope rising.

Then she paused, thinking it through. If she brought out another magic scroll, the mutated zombie would surely be on guard, having already seen what her magic scroll could do.

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