Francis gave a quick reminder, but Tyler didn't seem to care much. Caroline, though, asked him straight out, "Colonel Sutton, what exactly did you tell those soldiers about me copying their abilities?" Francis looked away; his eyes flickered and looked a little guilty. "Oh, that? Well, it's nothing really. I just told them our Caroline is so cheerful, cute, and pretty that getting touched by her isn't a big deal. I said they should cooperate, don't be shy, and stay positive about it." Caroline stared at him speechless. Inside, she thought, Your soldiers sure listened well. Not shy at all, in fact, a little too eager. She traded a few playful jabs with Francis before finally thanking him. In the end, Caroline still thanked Francis. That was her real reason for coming. No matter how awkward things had gotten earlier, she knew he meant well. Afterward, she and Tyler joined Francis for a full steelworm feast. It turned out the stuff tasted way better than mutant cockroaches. Everyone ate until they were full and satisfied. When they were about to leave, Tyler suddenly stopped. On Francis's desk sat a sealed envelope. Across the front were bold words, "From Obsidian Fang." Tyler frowned and said quietly, "You'd better be careful with the people from Building B." Francis just smirked, grabbed the envelope, and tossed it toward Tyler. "Haha! Those Building B guys? They're the ones in trouble now. Came begging for help. Serves them right. Too cocky before, and now they're paying the price." At that moment, Building B really was a mess. They'd just been through chaos that nearly tore their base apart. After Lisa left, Crow was heartbroken. He kept wondering, was his gang doomed to repeat the same mistakes all over again? Not long ago, their group had suffered a betrayal from within. The rebels were wiped out after a brutal fight. Crow managed to win, but he'd lost several of their best people. Now their biggest problem was Dyson.He was one of the founding members and had been badly hurt protecting Crow. Even after emergency treatment from their best healing ability user, Dyson still hadn't woken up. With no other choice, Crow sent a letter to the army asking for help. In return, they offered something valuable—supplies, weapons, or maybe even a clue about the future. Francis rubbed his chin, his tone serious. "Actually, that letter arrived right before you two showed up," he said. "I haven't decided whether to reply yet." Just then, someone knocked on the office door. A young soldier stepped in, saluted, and then turned to Caroline. "There's a letter for you from Building B." He handed her the envelope. Caroline took it, tore it open, and glanced through the contents. Her lips curved into a cold smirk. "Well, that's wishful thinking." Did Crow really think I care about his foresight ability? But one line caught her attention. Crow's ability predicted Caroline will die soon. Caroline let out a silent, sharp laugh. Who did he think he is? God? She flipped to the back of the letter and froze. There was another page tucked behind it. When she turned it over, she frowned her brows. It was a drawing. The picture showed a small two-story villa—solid, ordinary, yet strangely familiar. Caroline's thoughts grew complicated. She recognized it instantly. It was the villa inside her storage space. No one else had ever seen it. No one but her. On the drawing, there was a splash of blood on the villa's wall. From the second-floor window hung a woman's body—face down, twisted at the waist, blood running down and tainting the wall beneath her.Even though the image lacked detail, the message was clear: the woman hanging there was her. Caroline felt a danger. A cold, sharp awareness spread through her veins. How does Crow know about the villa? What else does he know? This old man is far more dangerous than I'd imagined. What Caroline didn't know was that Crow's awakened power was exactly what his name implied—foresight. He'd possessed the same ability in his previous life. That was how he'd managed to hide his true identity as a reborn. But even with the gift of foresight, his gang hadn't escaped the downfall. The memory of that failure had burned into his soul. He was unwilling to accept that. Now, reborn with the knowledge of the past, Crow had begun planning his next move long before the apocalypse ever arrived. He was certain that, with his memory and his power, he could rebuild Obsidian Fang and make it stronger than ever.