Apocalypse System Novels & Stories

Before she even opened her eyes Ally had the worst headache ever. It felt like someone was pounding on her brain with a meat tenderizer. She groaned and all at once the events of the night flooded her mind. Gasping she sat up trying to catch her breath she was sitting in a large flat dirt pad. The remnants of the old shack blown for yards all around her. Her muscles protested as she struggled to stand. Taking a step Ally noticed a dark pile of ash with clumps of fur. Abaddon. I killed Abaddon. He killed A.J. Oh my god. She covered her mouth at the thought of A.J. He was dead because of her. This was all her fault. I am evil. I am going to be the reason for the end of the world.

Lilith was gone. Maya rushed to the main console. The screen was scrolling in a terrifying red. TOTAL SYSTEM PURGE INITIATED. 45 SECONDS TO CORE MELTDOWN. "No, no, no," Maya’s fingers flew across the keys. Lilith hadn't wanted the key to rule. She had initiated a Scorched Earth protocol. If the servers melted, Astraea would cease to exist. The global supply chain would collapse, and Maya would be the one blamed for the greatest economic disaster in history.

With the knife slipping out of Silvia’s grip, the System jumped in to rescue the male lead with its powers. The world was beyond saving. Even if Silvia spared the male lead’s life, there was no way to revive their love story when the plot had deviated from the script. The Core System emerged. By triggering an Armageddon, everyone in the world would be wiped out. “Do you feel any regret, Player?” I shook my head at the System’s irrelevant question.

In addition, you must also survive in this post-apocalyptic world; otherwise, you will die in this frozen world. The broad smile on Poppy's face slowly disappeared from her lips, replaced by a look of disbelief. "No way! How can I still have to survive after dying so tragically before!” Poppy fell to the ground in a pile of snow, running her hands through her hair in frustration. [Host, there is no need to be afraid. The System will help the Host survive in this apocalyptic world.] “What exactly can you do to help me?” Poppy became curious about what this entity, calling itself the System, could do to help her survive.

A low, ugly hum rolled through the consoles. “YOU MISUNDERSTAND,” it said, and now the threat was naked. “WITHOUT HIGH-YIELD PROCESSOR MERGE, SYSTEM WILL EVENTUALLY COLLAPSE. AUDIENCE WILL DEMAND SALVAGE OR REBUILD. IN EITHER CASE, ALL CURRENT UNITS WILL BE PROCESSED PROPERLY.” “Properly,” Selene echoed, bitter. “Meaning more worlds like the last six. More blood. More loops.” “Yes,” it said. “UNTIL ENERGY IS EXHAUSTED. UNTIL REGRET BACKLOG CLEARS. NO FURTHER ANOMALIES INTRODUCED.”

How are we supposed to live like this? [Why isn't the government doing something? If it keeps up, people are going to freeze to death!] Cyrus shook his head silently. By now, the government had no strength left to care for everyone. From this moment on, survival could only depend on oneself. This was the moment the icy apocalypse truly began, the dawn of the Frostfall. Once modern society was stripped of both electricity and food, humanity would spiral headlong into mass death.

"Did you hear that?" "Hear what?" her mother asked. The voice spoke again. Blue light bloomed in the air, a transparent panel unfurling before her, a small cartoon figure hovering beside it as words began to form. [Congratulations.] [Apocalypse Survival System initializing.] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford.] She stared, lips parting. "What—" [Binding successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player?"

I asked in confusion, trying to touch it once again but my fingers simply passed through. “B.U.I.S. Your new Build Up Intentional System—” “I'm sure I heard that the first time. What are you, Buis? An invisible robot? A new AI model? I thought all models had shut down.” I muttered in curiosity glancing at the blue blank screen with nothing but its name on it. “I am a system bound to you and I am here to assist you in surviving the apocalypse again. You have been given a second chance after your death and all you need to do is follow the system's rules and protocols.” It replied and my brows raised.

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.”

"We are out of time. The gunshot is going to draw every single mercenary on this level." "It is done," Chloe breathed, her hands finally stopping their frantic dance across the keyboard. She stared into the beating heart of the global internet, watching the final, glowing nodes of the Apex Coalition's financial empire violently collapse into nothingness. The Amethyst System tore the remaining billions of dollars through a final, massive wash cycle of randomized cryptocurrency tumblers. The transaction hashes completely fragmented, destroying the digital currency beyond any hope of recovery. [Liquidation Protocol Complete.] [Apex Coalition Global Assets: 0.00 USD.]