End Of The World Rpg Novels & Stories

-END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”

This was the Chamber of the Final Formatting, the terminal server of the Twenty-Seventh Cycle, where the High Council of the West had stored the End of the World. I stood upon a floor of Zero-Point Energy, a surface that didn't just support my weight but Deleted it. The air was gone, replaced by a High-Frequency Hum that bypassed my ears and went directly to my Ancestral Core—the sound of every soul in the Five Continents being prepared for a Factory Reset. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Steady, Analytical Pillar, its emerald-crimson edges being "Administrative-Capped" by the void into a blinding, clinical white.

A piercing alarm echoed through the ICU as my sign of life dropped to zero. The moment my life ended, the System inside Ethan’s mind began screaming frantically. System: [Warning! Warning! The Female Protagonist has died!] [World self-destruction protocol activated! The twenty-four-hour countdown to total annihilation has begun.]

The world had ended three weeks ago. At least, that’s what the Club wanted everyone to believe. In reality, it was all an elaborate, expensive role-play scenario arranged by the Midnight Club on a massive abandoned military base they had converted into their private playground. A “post-apocalyptic” paradise where the rich and powerful could live out their darkest survivalist fantasies without any real consequences, except for me. I was the real consequence. The living prize. The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

When he saw that I didn't believe what he was saying, he stopped speaking and talked about another matter. But there's something I cannot forget, he told me that a time will come, where the earth won't be used as a living habitat anymore. And that time has come now!" Mr Larry explained. "Now to the question, where the beast had all came from. They all came from another world. A world that the researchers and scientist called, The Beast World. Presently, we can't tell you the details of where this world is but be rest assured, we got it all under control.

"Now, ask important questions. I'll give you three." David nods again. God waits. "What is this world? Tell me more about it." "Foserense is a world I just finished creating. Its basic physics and rules are similar to the ones followed by your universe with some additions." "What additions?" "Is that your 2nd question?" "Ummm... No?" "Then I won't answer it." "Fudge. Okay, will I get anything when I go down there?" "A gift from me but otherwise nothing." "A gift?" "Is that your third question?"

GILDEON The end of the world had begun by the time he and Araheen stepped out of the Shining Keeper’s domain. Shamibar met them in ruin. Breaches hung open across the land like fresh wounds in the world, and beasts kept pouring out of them in numbers too great to count. There was no rhythm to it. No sign of slowing. Just a steady flood of teeth, claws, hide, and hunger. Sylphs and salamanders had been forced to stop tearing at each other long enough to fight the things trying to swallow them all.

"Gwyneth, did I ever mention that you're as good as dead once I'm out?" Gwyneth winced as the blood from her right cheek ran down her face and dripped onto her pants. She looked around and saw no high-rises in sight. They had to be in the suburbs. "Let me go, and I'll forget what happened today," she said. Liana sneered and pressed the knife against Gwyneth's throat. "You've finally landed in my hands. Do you really think I'll just let you go? How about a little game?"