Reborn: The Super Wife

Chapter 1 Do You Deserve My Position

Chapter 1 Do You Deserve My Position?

On dilapidated buildings, overgrown floors, and bombed roads sinking into the ground, signs of gunfire were everywhere.

In the endworld, this place was unexpectedly quiet, but the silence was filled with bloody slaughter and coldness.

The bloody floor was full of corpses in camouflage uniforms. Strangely, all of them were shot in the forehead.

Among these corpses, the woman in military uniform looked at those in camouflage uniform in front of her, asked coldly, "Why?"

A man pulled out the needle from her body.

Her beautiful face immediately looked very painful, and then her knees knelt on the ground.

But even so, she still did not lose her dignity and her strong will as a soldier.

"Glyn, the man who wants you to die is the commander, and I had to follow his orders."

"Do you think you can kill me?" she smiled disdainfully.

The man in camouflage also smiled, "I know they can't kill you. This is the neurotoxin 7 developed by the commander to kill you. As soon as you took it, all your muscles and nerves will shrink. No matter what supernatural power you have, you can't control them at this time, what do you think?"

Yes, all the dead soldiers around her were killed by her.

In the endworld, with the changes in the environment, many people had evolved with supernatural power. However, almost everyone had only single supernatural power, and she got dual.

This was her trump card to save her own life, and she had never told anyone about it.

Sure enough, she could feel that the nerves of her whole body began to numb and even began to wither. It was neurotoxin! It turned out that they had already done everything to kill her! Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I just didn't expect that the last person who killed me would be you." This man was her closest comrade in arms and a big brother who grew up with her. Even though she knew that the commander had the intention to kill her, she never doubted the man in front of her.

He calmly watched her painful face. She was almost curled up on the ground, twitching, and her nerves and muscles obviously fell into torpor.

"The commander said as long as I kill you, I'll take your seat." His tone was filled with excitement as if he had seen the dawn of victory. "Lord Commander of the Eastern Military District, the only general under the chief. Who doesn't want to take this position?! Glyn, only the strong can have the right to speak. I think you understand this."

Glyn bit her lower lip which was pale and dry, "I see." She slightly pursed her lips, coldly said three words, "How dare you?"

"You!" He stared at her, but there was a trace of complexity in his eyes. "Yes, in your eyes, I'll never deserve it! I don't even have the qualification to stand beside you! Right?"

There was hate, there was reluctance, and there was even a trace of embarrassment.

Soon, his complicated emotion was replaced by a firm indifference, "It's alright, you'll die soon. In the end, you're the one who doesn't even have the right to survive!" He began to show a victorious smile on his face.

"Hm..." Glyn gave a sneer, which seemed to be the only peaceful sound in the whole city.

At this time, her body began to twitch uncontrollably. In an instant, her hands and legs became so skinny.

Her beautiful eyes were calm without waves, and a cruel smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, "Well, you should also know that I will never let a betrayer survive."

"What do you mean?!" He felt a sudden coldness in his heart and his smile froze.

Her eyes suddenly sharpened, as if she's planning for something.

"Let's go to hell together..." Her lips moved gently.

In an instant, the man's body burst into a blue flame.

"Ah ah ah!"

The blue firelight was reflected in her bright eyes and became increasingly blurred as the bleak scream was farther and farther away.

She looked at the sky, and a touch of relief suddenly appeared on the corners of her mouth. At the last moment when her eyes closed, it was an unspeakable sadness.