At that moment, he suddenly stopped talking. Natalie frowned. "What kind of animal?" Braxton's lips trembled. It was as if he had remembered something terrifying. He stayed silent for a long time. Natalie grabbed his collar. "Keep talking!" But Braxton only shook with fear. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't form a full sentence. Natalie, impatient, slashed him again. He clutched the wound, groaning in pain, curling up on the floor. After a long while, he still couldn't make sense of it. From the little he managed to get out, she could tell only this—some kind of animal had gone through a horrible mutation. Since he was too shaken to explain, Natalie switched to another question. "How long did Evernight last?" This time Braxton answered clearly. "I don't know. Not long after Evernight began, I was killed by raiders. When I opened my eyes again, I was here—and then I saw you." Natalie stayed quiet, thinking hard. Why did this scumbag get a second chance in life? Countless people had died during the apocalypse. If everyone could come back, the world would be chaos. So far, she had only seen herself and Braxton return. What made the two of us different? What did we have in common? After frowning in thought, Natalie asked, "Where's my bracelet?" Braxton instinctively glanced at her wrist. The bracelet was still with her, but she was asking about the one he had stolen from her in the last life. He flinched. "I-I ate it." Natalie blinked. "Ate it?" Braxton swallowed nervously. "After you died, I tried to summon the storage space. No matter what I did—cutting my hand, heating it, even begging—it didn't work. I got desperate. I smashed the bracelet with a hammer and swallowed it piece by piece. But it still didn't work, the storage space never appeared." Natalie was surprised. When the bracelet had been on her wrist, it had been harder than a diamond, no matter how hard she smashed it, the bracelet never break. Even when the duo had cut off her hand and it hit the ground, it hadn't cracked. How had he managed to break it and swallow it? She thought for a moment. Maybe because the storage space had come back with her when she was reborn, the bracelet had lost its power as a vessel. That would have made it fragile and become just an ordinary bracelet. But not entirely ordinary. If Braxton was able to be reborn, it was most likely because he had swallowed the bracelet. To test her theory, she asked, "Did Tiffany die too?" Braxton nodded. Natalie let out a quiet sigh of relief. If Tiffany had died and stayed dead, unlike Braxton, then his rebirth really might have come from that bracelet. Good. At least not everyone could come back to life so easily. Otherwise, every time I killed one of them, another would just pop up again, my problem would be endless. At the mention of Tiffany's death, Braxton's face turned sorrowful. "She died from saving me; she took a blade meant for me. Before she passed, she suffered a lot." Natalie's expression was the complete opposite. Her smile widened with satisfaction. Hearing that those two who had murdered her in the past now faced such endings filled her with comfort. She tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well, isn't that sweet? I'm touched by your bonds. Tiffany must have really cared about her cousin. Since I used to be your classmate, I'll do her a favor—sending you straight to join her in the grave." She slid the bayonet away and pulled a chainsaw out of her storage space. The growl of the machine filled the room. Braxton's heart seized with dread, his eyes wide with terror. "I know your secret! You can't kill me—not like this!" Natalie chuckled darkly. "Is that supposed to be a threat? That only gives me more reason to end you. After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever." With that, she swung the chainsaw and tore through his arm. Braxton screamed, but he was too weak to fight back, the pain nearly knocking him unconscious. He realized too late that he had said the wrong thing. Using the last of his strength, he begged, his voice breaking, "Natalie, I was wrong! Please—please spare me! I don't want to die again!" But Natalie turned a deaf ear to his plea. She went on, driving the saw down through his leg. Piece by piece, limb by limb, she worked with patient precision. Blood splattered across the floor as Braxton watched in horror, his body breaking apart before his own eyes. Both his body and his mind were torn to shreds under the assault. In those long, agonizing moments, he felt his life slipping away all over again. Finally, overwhelmed by pain and fear, his eyes rolled shut, never to open again. Natalie looked down at what was left of him, now hacked into pieces, and finally released a heavy breath. She had vented the rage that had burned in her heart for so long. She then pulled Tiffany's body out of storage. Watching for a moment to make sure she didn't revive, Natalie cut her into pieces as well, just like her cousin. Reborn, huh? Let's see you come back from this. When it was all done, Natalie wiped the sweat from her forehead. For the first time in a long while, she felt utterly at peace. The reason she hadn't killed them quickly from the start was because a simple death wasn't enough. Her anger needed more than that. They were different from the other raiders she had run into—much, much worse.