My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 901

Chapter 901: Chapter 901 Departure

"Brother, don’t forget to eat your meals and take care of yourself out there, okay?" Clyde’s sister said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes. Their mother, on the other hand, was already crying as if Clyde were heading off to war and might never return. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Clyde’s head throbbed. He wasn’t sure whether to feel touched by how worried they were... or frustrated that they were practically mourning him before he’d even left. Without thinking, he reached out and lightly smacked the back of his sister’s head.

She yelped in surprise, then immediately retaliated by swatting at him midair, puffing up like an angry little pufferfish. The sight made Clyde chuckle, and even managed to snap their mother out of her tears.

"What the hell are you spouting, you brat?" he grumbled, ruffling his sister’s hair roughly, as if trying to scrub the nonsense out of her head. "Your brother’s so powerful I could crush zombies without even letting them touch me—and you’re acting like I’m marching to my death?"

"Aren’t we allowed to be worried about you?" Clyde’s sister huffed, crossing her arms with a dramatic flair. "This is your first time going far from the base. It just feels... weird. And besides, someone needs to remind you not to get too cocky or blindly rely on your awakened ability. The moment you think you’re invincible is the moment you let your guard down."

She shot him a pointed look, standing as if she were scolding a wayward child. Clyde could only sigh.

Their mother stepped in quietly, handing Clyde his packed backpack with trembling hands. The three of them now stood in the open parking lot as the low rumble of modified military trucks filled the air. Around them, the other chosen team members were boarding the vehicle one by one.

Since the Advance team only had a little over a dozen members, they would be using just one truck. As usual, Sparrow would be driving while Vulture took the passenger seat. It was a setup the team had grown used to.

Sparrow liked to see the road clearly and make quick decisions as needed. By staying behind the wheel, he could adapt to whatever situation they encountered without raising alarms or putting the entire team on edge.

After all, constant alertness burned through stamina fast, and mental fatigue could be just as dangerous as any enemy outside the walls.

"All right, I’ll keep that in mind. Just take care of Mom while I’m gone. I’ll bring you a souvenir if I find one..." Clyde said with a small smile, gently nudging his sister toward their mother.

"What could you even bring back? A zombie’s head to use as a soccer ball?" his sister shot back, raising an eyebrow in clear skepticism. She honestly couldn’t imagine anything out there still worth calling a souvenir, maybe a few trinkets if they were lucky.

But considering her brother was heading out on a mission, she doubted he’d have time to go treasure hunting.

"That’s actually a solid suggestion," Clyde chuckled as he hopped into the back of the truck, wearing a smug grin. "I might just bring one back for you."

"Try it and I swear, I’ll make you eat shit!" she yelled, pretending to take off her shoe to hurl it at him.

Before she could follow through, their mother gave her a firm smack on the back of the head.

"Watch your language, young lady. Where did my elegant, graceful daughter go? When did you learn to curse and say such things?" their mother scolded gently, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement. She clearly enjoyed watching her children bicker and laugh together.

She had never imagined they’d still be able to enjoy moments like this—so full of life—after everything they had been through.

Her daughter might no longer act like the refined young lady she once was, bound by the etiquette and restraint of high society, but now she was lively, expressive, and full of spirit. And for the first time in a long while, she truly looked her age, a carefree young woman.

Her daughter didn’t answer, simply stuck her tongue out playfully before waving at Clyde as the truck began to pull away, rumbling toward the Southern gate. Clyde waved back from the rear, watching them until their figures were no longer in sight. Only then did he sit down, finally settling into his seat for the long journey ahead.

Meanwhile, his mother and sister turned and began making their way back to the military academy, hearts a little heavier, but smiles still lingering.

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