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?

stared at his arm where Calista's blood had mingled

eyes wide with

weak but composed smile. "Just as you suspected, I'm infected with a deadly

she slowly rose to her feet, Kurt, consumed by fear, staggered back, his body burning with the intense fever

moments ago had now slowly moved to his side, looking down on him from a position of superiority. The roles

from it. Feel honored?" Calista's

but his coordination failed him, and he collapsed to the ground. Despite his efforts to rise, his body betrayed him, weakened

struggle, her laughter cold

carried was unlike any typical strain; it had been honed within her

uniquely potent form, making its effects on others,

like Kurt, especially

gunshot echoed through

aim precisely, and her shot struck Kurt's abdomen instead of his heart. His screams filled the night air as Quintus

the sparse streetlight, the ensuing silence was punctuated by a final, gruesome sound-a blood spurt hitting her ankle boots. Kurt, once a formidable foe under Kiefer's command, now lay lifeless, defeated by a woman he

had just transpired was hard

and distorted by the light, an oppressive

about to speak, his phone rang, bringing

conversation, lifted her gaze toward the direction they had come from, her ears catching the sound of approaching