End Of The World Rpg の小説・ストーリー

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

all over again. The End.

No one really knows the reason, not until recently. We wished it could've been a stunt, we really do. But countless had already died, it was like a flash of a bomb. No one sees it coming. Before we knew it, almost half of humanity had perished. It was only then, as if a matter of convenience, strong people started to appear, they are equipped with armor and weapons you'll find on a typical RPG game. They introduced themselves as players of Evangelion, a popular augmented reality game uploaded randomly a year before the quake arrived.

Silver light erupted through the sanctuary. Boom. Ancient runes ignited across the walls. Boom. A new vision appeared. Not a memory. A possibility. Everyone saw it. A future. The three Sovereigns standing together before the Heart. Light. Shadow. Oblivion. The prison restored. The world saved. Then the vision shifted. Another future. The Heart shattered. Darkness consumed kingdoms. Cities vanished. Mountains disappeared. The sky itself unraveled. The world ended. The vision vanished. Silence followed.

We are home. THE END

That was more than enough. The End

The null-stability I wore like armour is frayed cloth now, torn by the grove’s death, by the ritual’s backlash, by the sheer, screaming weight of the chaos I contain. Alpha paces, a caged predator sensing freedom, his spectral fur bristling with anticipation. Hierarch whispers calculations, cold, precise, mapping the fractures. The Kin remnants wail, a chorus of impending release. The cage is breaking. And when it does… everything spills out. The Devourer gets its feast. Arthur gets… whatever monstrous godhood he’s craved. The world ends.

And the last words from the child echo: “The girl who disappeared… is the world’s end.”

I lift my gaze to the sky and let my power stretch, tasting the distant panic of cities realizing their wards are gone, their gods silent, their prayers unanswered. “No more anchors,” I whisper. “No more bonds.” Only endings. The game is almost over. And this time— Everyone dies.