Apocalypse Descent: Farming With My Harem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

] [Compound Security Status: ABSOLUTE. [System Status: STABLE.] I looked around at my team—my men, my farmers, my tracker, my medic—standing unified amidst the ash and mud. The spring had brought its first trial, and Apex had answered with absolute, unbroken power. We were no longer just surviving the apocalypse; we were mastering it.

Andy quickly rushed over and looked at Terry with a frown. "Isn't it obvious?" Jane glared at me as she gritted her teeth. "This witch must have run to another man the moment she left Boulder Pack. Otherwise, how could a lowly orphan like her possibly pass the screening for the banquet meant for the Lycan King's heir?" Jane's eyes moved between Terry and me, her face full of contempt. "Milly, how shameless can you get?! You'd do anything just to get into the Lycan King's pack!"

I only joked back that if some massive disaster ever happened, all of this would come in handy. I glanced at the calendar, surprised by how quickly time had passed. Thankfully, the estate renovations were completed three days before the apocalypse began. Even though I already knew no one could escape tomorrow’s disaster, I still found myself unable to sleep for the first time in ages. As I tossed and turned in bed, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in my head. [Congratulations, Host. You have successfully bound to the Apocalypse Survival System. Detected: initial shelter renovation completed. Reward points will now be issued.]

At the absolute summit, the core eight formed the final, perfect knot of the Apex Inferno. Silas and Draven double-stuffed Vespera while she sucked Rook. Wren and Lorien claimed me as Sable ground desperately against my face. The eight of us moved as one single, blazing organism of ecstasy. Every thrust hammered deeper. Every moan fed the flames higher. The shared climax was apocalyptic. Waves of golden-emerald supernova light erupted from the Apex, cascading through every realm, every World Tree, and every soul. The Song reached its ultimate crescendo—pure, unfiltered, infinite passion remaking reality itself in the image of love without shame.

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

boring! [But I seem to remember that the system has a long intro in this trial. Am I crazy or...?] [You are not crazy, the system is! I have been camping at the death zone of this trial for a long time now. The system did not just skip the intro of the trial, it hasn’t even assigned him any mission! The code is “queen”, and he might be able to figure it out if he got the mission of “Key to escape: Who sent you”. But now he WILL die.]

My in-game ID in "Galaxy Rim" was "Moonwalker," and I was the top-paying mage on the entire server. Half a month ago, my Alien-brand computer had been sent in for repairs, so I had borrowed Stacy's cheap laptop once. I never expected her to secretly save my password. Not only did she steal my account, but she also secretly saved my aesthetic social media photos that were only visible for three days, used them to present herself as a rich and beautiful girl, and started flirting with multiple players in the game at once.

At that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that the apocalypse had begun exactly as before. I wondered what their fate would be without me gathering supplies for them. No one seemed overly concerned, except for my mother, who worried that her precious grandson, Elio, would catch a cold. Athena and James were not particularly worried. It was only the first day of the apocalypse. The power grid was still functioning normally, so those two had the heat running and were sleeping together. Every night, James would wait until I was asleep and sneak off to Athena’s room.