Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 411 I Am The Most Powerful Weapon Amid her pained cries, Kurt couldn't resist taunting her, his smile twisted with menace.

"You better not be planning anything. I could tear you apart with one hand!" His words were a chilling reminder of his physical superiority.

Carried along by him, Calista remained as still as if life had left her body. They moved several meters before a faint, incredibly weak voice emerged from behind Kurt.

"You thought... by disarming me, I wouldn't be able to harm you?"

Kurt, startled by the defiance in her voice, reacted instinctively by throwing Calista aside. She collided with the wall, the impact causing blood to trickle from the corner of her mouth as she slumped to the ground. Yet, despite the pain, a faint laugh escaped her lips.

In the dim light, there was a certain glow in her eyes. "I... I am the most powerful weapon..." she declared.

Initially, Kurt didn't grasp the meaning of her words. But then, a burning sensation rapidly spread throughout his body, the heat intensifying unnaturally.

"What's happening... to my body?" he gasped as the fever surged, overwhelming his senses.

Typically, the K Virus might induce a fever, but nothing as severe as what Kurt was experiencing. His previous injuries compounded his vulnerability, allowing the virus, transmitted through Calista's blood, to aggressively take hold. His once formidable strength ebbed away as he became weak and disoriented.

Blood! A sudden fever?

him as he stared at his arm where Calista's blood

disbelief, his eyes wide with shock,

you suspected, I'm infected with a deadly virus... You might

Kurt, consumed by fear, staggered back, his body burning with the intense fever brought on

could have easily torn apart just moments ago had now slowly moved to his side, looking down on him from a position of superiority. The

you'll be the last to die from it. Feel honored?" Calista's tone was almost conversational as she reached for his gun with a casual

his coordination failed him, and he collapsed to the ground. Despite his efforts to rise, his

her

any typical strain; it had been honed within

effects on

individual like Kurt,

gunshot echoed through

abdomen instead of his heart.

silence was punctuated by a final, gruesome sound-a blood spurt hitting her ankle boots. Kurt, once a formidable foe under

was hard for Quintus and the

elongated and distorted by the light, an

his phone rang, bringing news

lifted her gaze toward the direction they had come from, her ears catching the sound of approaching footsteps. Quintus quickly ended the call