End Of The World Rpg นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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?"

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.

Reborn Before the End Blurb Blurb She died once. She will not die again. Elara Vance died in the flames of an apocalypse that consumed the world, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to burn while he saved another woman and their child. Her final moments were filled with nothing but regret and hatred. Then she woke up. Three months before the end of everything, Elara is the only person on Earth who remembers what is coming. The collapsing sky. The mutated creatures. The mysterious energy that will destroy civilization as she knows it. Now she has a choice: waste her second chance on the man who destroyed her, or use it to prepare for the war ahead.

--- "Do you believe that four misfit people can save... the ending world? My name is Nini and this is my team. Follow our adventure inside the world of Ever Realms. "Will you be the legend have been intended to be?"

“That was… amazing. You’re incredible, Clara.” Mike smiled, pride shining in his eyes. “We couldn’t have done it without you, but you… you carried us through.” Clara hugged them tightly. “We did this together. I couldn’t have done it alone.” AFTERMATH The city slowly returned to normal. The streets cleared, and the residents who had witnessed the destruction whispered of a golden light that had saved them all. Clara’s powers, now fully controlled, shone like a beacon, restoring hope. Back at Mike’s apartment, the team gathered around a table, tired but smiling.

The chamber shook as the dark energy dissipated, and the crystal shattered, its light fading away. Breathless and exhausted, the group stood victorious. They had overcome the trials of the final realm and prevented the emergence of the God Giant Statue of Destroyers. But as they looked around, they realized that their journey was far from over. Cliffhanger: As they prepared to leave the final realm, the ground beneath them began to crumble, and they were plunged into darkness. They found themselves in an unfamiliar place, and a new, more formidable enemy awaited them, setting the stage for the next phase of their journey.

I still haven't know what would happen if we would kill the protagonists. Would the world collapse since this world was made for those protagonists? END OF CHAPTER 38

~ Heath ~ “Alpha?” “Do it now!” My command is heavy with my alpha aura, leaving Dane with no choice but to obey. Would it be kinder to shoot them…perhaps…but the werewolf world cannot rebuild if there are no werewolves left. The ominous thud of the electricity lever being turned on resonates within my chest, as one by one my once obedient pack members drop down to the ground. The smell of burning flesh spreading around us, their bodies writhing on the ground in pain.

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.