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CHAPTER ONE: THE LAST SURVIVOR
My name is Aeron Miller, and I was the last human alive, or so I thought. The city around me has been dead for three days. No lights shine in the broken windows of the broken, luxurious houses; the only sounds are the distant howl of monsters and owls and the occasional crackle of burning, collapsing houses. I limp through the ruins with one hand pressed against my bleeding stomach; blood seeps through my fingers. I knew I wouldn't survive the night, but I kept walking. I had lost too much blood, and the fires ruined the hospitals and medical houses. After five years of the apocalypse that destroyed the earth, giving up had been a luxury I couldn't afford. Before the system appeared, I had been a nobody, better known as a wimp, bullied from childhood to adulthood and was still bullied at my workplace. Then one day the sky changed; the system descended. I can still remember that day clearly; it was on 17th October 5087. By 7 a.m., I had been on my way to work when the world changed as we once knew it. Monsters appeared across the world, descending like flies upon the earth. People awakened strange abilities. Governments collapsed within weeks; everyone was fighting for survival. Mothers forgot their daughter just as fathers forgot their sons. Husbands and wives became strangers; those who couldn't survive became food for the hideous monsters. I had survived everything: the monsters, the war for food and water, the famine, the cold that lasted for one year. I had watched trillions of people perish, people that I knew, even those bullies. I watched some of them being eaten by the monsters. And now, I was alone. I reached the dilapilated remains of an apartment building and leaned against a broken wall. I couldn't see clearly; a clear blue screen appeared in front of me. (HP:13/100) (Warning: critical condition.) " Thirteen?" That was better than death. After five years, I had been strong enough to withstand the apocalypse and stand among the strongest survivors, and yet am still going to die when the countdown hit zero. Footsteps echoed through the ruins, and I slowly turned toward the sound. They weren't monsters; they were humans. I had thought I wouldn't see any more humans in this life. Three silhouettes emerged from the smoke; my hand tightened on my blood-stained, almost rusted sword. The front man stopped a few meters away; he was tall, wearing dark blue armor, covered in the slimy blood of the monsters. I recognized him immediately and sighed a long sigh of relief. Julius Everton, my closest friend, or so I thought, smiled a devilish smile that made me recoil in pain. "Still alive, Aeron" I stared at him, unsure if that was a question I was meant to answer. "Jul............" He raised his weapon; behind him stood the two people I had spent the five years of the apocalypse protecting, giving them the last drop of water so that they could survive. I understood everything immediately; they had come for the last gemstone I got from killing a big monster, the one treasure powerful enough to push someone to the highest rank. I slowly reached into my pocket, my fingers closed around the cold crystal. Julius's eyes brightened. Give it to me, wimp" "Are you going to kill me for this" "No, you useless waste. I am going to kill you because you are no longer of any use to us" The word hurt more than the pain of the wound on my stomach, not because I was surprised, but because a little part of me thought that I had finally found my squad. I closed my eyes as Julius's sharp sword pierced through my stomach, over and over again. Pain exploded through my whole body as blood splattered all over the concrete. My eyes began to slowly close, and the last thing I saw was Julius holding the gemstone and laughing devilishly; then everything went black. (Life function falling) (HP:0/100) (Declining heart rate) (Death Confirmed) (Calculating Achievements) The robotic voice of the system echoed through my head. (Achievements unlocked)) (You have survived the apocalypse longer than 99.9999% of humanity) But what good are the achievements when I was already dead? Then the message continued. (Hidden mission fulfilled) ( Initiating temporal restoration) What the hell is going on? (Returning host to the beginning of the apocalypse) My eyes opened, My lungs burned. I bolted upright, my hands flying to my chest, clutching at the fabric of a cheap, oversized cotton t-shirt. I expected to feel the sticky warmth of blood, the jagged hole in my lung, the smell of iron and decay. Instead, I felt the soft, slightly damp texture of a mattress that smelled of old sweat and cheap detergent. I stared around the room, Small. Cramped. The walls were a peeling, sickly shade of beige, illuminated by the flickering blue light of a holographic advertisement floating outside my window. The ad displayed a smiling woman promoting the latest neural-link upgrade for the city's elite. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My skin felt too tight, my limbs too light. I walked to the cracked mirror hanging over a rusted sink and stopped. The man staring back wasn't the scarred, hollow-eyed survivor who had spent five years eating rat meat and sleeping in ruins. He was soft. His cheeks were plump, his eyes lacked the thousand-yard stare of a soldier, and his shoulders slumped in a habitual posture of defeat. This was the Aeron Miller of the past. The wimp. The punching bag. I reached up and touched my face. No scars. No missing finger from the encounter with the Void-Hounds in Year Three. I looked around; I was in my small bedroom, the morning news playing in the background. I rushed to the window and looked outside; everything was normal: cars moving along the road, a school bus picking up kids for daycare, and the elderly women gambling near the minimart. I blindly searched for my phone and unlocked the cracked screen; today's date was 10th October 5087. My heart nearly stopped. Seven days from now, the apocalypse will begin, and the world has no idea. I stared at the peaceful city for a long time, then I laughed out loud. I knew what was to come, and this time, I would be ready.CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX The newborn kept crying. Its cries echoed through the hospital entrance, rising above the distant alarms and the groaning of the damaged building. I stared into the darkness beyond the open doors. Ten minutes. That was how long I had before the System decided which Aeron Miller was allowed to exist. “Stay close,” I told the others. Elena drew her sword. Daniel checked his rifle, while Julius tried to summon his Authority of Dominion. The black veins around his neck immediately tightened. He stopped. “Still can't control it,” he muttered. “Then don't force it,” I said. He gave me a bitter smile. “You're beginning to sound like someone who cares whether I survive.” “Don't flatter yourself. I just don't want to carry your body.” The girl moved past us and entered the hospital. “Argue later. If the other one finishes the synchronization, none of us will remember why we're here.” I followed her inside. The reception area was deserted. Chairs had been over
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE [ORIGINAL IDENTITY HOLDER DETECTED.] [LOCATION: OAKHAVEN CENTRAL HOSPITAL.] [STATUS: ALIVE.] I read the notification three times, hoping the words would change. They didn't. For years, I had believed my greatest enemy was Julius Everton. He had betrayed me, taken the violet gemstone, and driven a knife into my chest. Even after my regression, I had blamed every unexpected change on his actions. Now the System was telling me someone else had my identity. Someone who was supposed to be dead. Someone who was still alive. “Show me the details,” I ordered. [ACCESS DENIED.] [REASON: ORIGINAL IDENTITY CONFLICT.] I nearly laughed. “Of course. Why would anything be simple?” Elena wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. “Can you explain what just happened?” “The System says another Aeron Miller is alive at the hospital.” Daniel lowered his rifle. “Another Aeron Miller? You mean someone with your name?” “I mean someone the System recognizes as the orig
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURThe elevator shuddered beneath our feet.I stared at the System notification floating before my eyes, unable to ignore the words that had appeared at the end of the last message.IDENTITY CONFLICT WILL BECOME IRREVERSIBLE.Two original birth records. Two children. One name.And something beneath Central Tower had just called me its little brother.“Tell me what you know,” I said to the girl.She glanced at the elevator doors. “I know we have a problem.”“That isn't an answer.”“It's the only one I can give you without making things worse.”Julius leaned against the wall, one hand pressed against his ribs. His face had regained some color, but black veins still crawled beneath the skin around his neck. Whatever had happened during the authority trial, his body hadn't recovered.“She's hiding something,” he muttered.The girl looked at him. “You murdered your best friend and spent the next five years helping the person who arranged it. Maybe you should sit this conve
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURMaya had always believed that the hardest part of losing Daniel would be learning to live without him.For seven years, she had imagined that moment in a hundred different ways. Sometimes she pictured herself running into his arms at the airport, crying against his chest while he promised never to leave her again. Other times, she imagined him arriving at her door with flowers, apologizing for every lonely birthday and every night she had fallen asleep holding the bracelet he gave her.In none of those dreams had she imagined sitting across from him in a quiet café, trying to remember how to speak to a man who had once known every corner of her heart.Yet that was exactly where she found herself on Thursday afternoon.Daniel had texted her that morning, asking if they could talk. He had been careful to add that Adrian didn't need to come along, and Maya had understood what he meant. This conversation wasn't about Adrian. It was about the two people they had been be
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO"The man with the silver hair?" I repeated.The boy behind the glass shook his head."No. He's only a messenger.""Then who heard me?"The boy smiled faintly."You did."I stared at him."That makes no sense.""It will."Behind me, Elena shifted Julius's weight against her shoulder. Daniel kept his rifle trained on the corridor, while the unnamed girl stood perfectly still.I glanced at her."How much do you know about this place?""Enough to know we shouldn't be here.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one I can give you right now."The boy laughed."She's still afraid of the truth."The girl's expression hardened."Be quiet.""Or what? You'll erase another memory?"She went pale.I turned toward her."What is he talking about?"She didn't answer.I faced the boy again."You said something heard my regret. Then you said I heard it myself. Explain it properly."The boy stepped away from the glass and returned to his bed."Come inside."The door unlocked with a
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE"The man with the silver hair?" I repeated.The boy behind the glass shook his head."No. He's only a messenger.""Then who heard me?"The boy smiled faintly."You did."I stared at him. "That makes no sense.""It will."Behind me, Elena shifted Julius's weight against her shoulder. Daniel kept his rifle trained on the corridor, while the unnamed girl stood perfectly still.I glanced at her. "How much do you know about this place?""Enough to know we shouldn't be here.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one I can give you right now."The boy laughed. "She's still afraid of the truth."The girl's expression hardened. "Be quiet.""Or what? You'll erase another memory?"She went pale.I turned toward her. "What is he talking about?"She didn't answer.I faced the boy again. "You said something heard my regret. Then you said I heard it myself. Explain it properly."The boy stepped away from the glass and returned to his bed."Come inside."The door unlocked with a







