Mga Web Novel at Kuwento na Lit-RPG Apocalypse

Level 1. Assassin. Starting gear: one rusty revolver and a really bad attitude. Aria was an insurance adjuster with a gaming habit and a Charisma score she's still offended by. Then she wakes up in a crumbling high-rise in a ruined city, with a health bar floating in her vision and a terminal telling her she's a Level 1 Assassin. Her loadout is a single Colt, a knife, and four boxes of ammo. No respawn button. No manual. No one to tell her whether she can quit. The city is full of zombies, and she's a terrible shot. But she's a quick study. With a secondhand baseball bat, a scruffy little dog named Midnight, and a talent for turning panic into XP, Aria starts to climb. She unlocks Victorian-flavored shops, scrounges for blueprints, and hunts quests for a shotgun she can't afford. She also catches the eye of a cocky guild recruiter, a flirty healer, and a secretive sisterhood of assassins whose mechanical librarian is a little too thorough with its security scan. Everyone in this world seems to want something from her. Then a stranger on a passing bus holds up a message, and Aria loses an hour in the back room of a crafting shop. Now she's wondering whether the game was built for her, and who else is watching her play. She can't log out, so she's going to have to grind. Snarky, gritty, and packed with gear porn, zombie-bashing, and slow-burn romance, this is a steampunk LitRPG for readers who've ever muttered "fuck this game" and then played for six more hours.

To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirks with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one?

I rejected the manuscript because the female lead was a pathetic martyr who died for her cheating boyfriend and evil twin. Hours later, I woke up in her body. I immediately dumped the boyfriend and abandoned the toxic family. But the invisible story system hated my choice. [Plot deviation detected. Apocalypse accelerated by 72 hours.] Now, the world is ending early, and the System wants me dead. My only hope? Teaming up with the disgraced, paranoid doomsday scientist everyone called crazy. The author wrote a tragedy. I am rewriting it into a survival guide.