Novel World Apocalypse Online Novels & Stories

Red Strings of Fate World of Gods and Immortals Grade Level: S+ Main Tasks: • Protect the Aphelion's family (35,000) • Prevent being one of the Ruler's Women (50,000) • Make the Monarch's blackened status zero (100,000) Core Mission: Prevent the war and the world from collapsing (***,000) Warning: No one should notice that you're not the real owner of the body. Note: Side tasks including the hidden ones can only be trigger if you wander on an important plot, meet a significant character, or encounter an unexpected incident. The maidservant leads me to enter a large hall for a bath. I feel like it's such a disrespectful claim if I just call it a bathroom.

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."

They are afraid the helicopter belongs to the bad groups like they read in the novels these few weeks . The couple had bought many novels and fiksyen books about the backward world and the future world , the apocalypse novel and the cultivation novel . Although most of them are only the writer's imagination still they might get few information about the world they might went to and here they are , at the future world . The apocalypse world. Adrian added two more warrior puppets at the entrance to the office and enters the living room to stay with his wife . The black thick curtains will be able to cover everything inside the floor , outsider won't be able to see anything inside anyway .

The apocalypse was raging outside, but inside her fortress, there was peace. She opened her eyes and checked the status of the external cameras. The black hail was still falling, its toxic particles accumulating on the mountain's surface like a deadly frost. The temperature was still dropping, the wind still howling. But the bunker was holding, its walls thick enough to withstand anything the apocalypse could throw at it. The cameras showed a world in chaos—trees snapping under the weight of ice, roads buried under drifts of black slush, buildings collapsing under the pressure. It was a scene from a nightmare, and Clara was watching it from the safety of her sanctuary.

He looked at the carnage around him, his face a blank slate of shock. And that’s when it hit me. The final, fragile illusion of society, of order, of help, shattered into a million pieces. This wasn’t a riot. This wasn’t a temporary crisis. The men in biohazard suits, the chained gurneys, the bloody cough, the biting… the gunshot executing the infected. This was the end. The world wasn’t going crazy. The world was gone. This island, this hospital, this room—this was the new world. Shit. This is the apocalypse.

" too?! " " Didn't you hear him red ? " Daryl said. " This Apadore place exist in a different dimmension! " " So no one in Apadore would be effected! " Eric said. " Also it would kill off any humans on earth or hybrids who didn't play ball! " Daryl said. " So he wants to blow up the world just so he can regenerate it ?! " Adrain said. " Yeah! That way, hybrids would be the only species on Earth! " I said.

She whispered, a bit uncomfortable that somebody might quell us likewise. "But why now?" "I don't know. Perhaps the world's web was pruned off because of this apocalypse." I bobbed my head for a nod. I didn't mull over the queries in my head 'cause I'm pleased with her response. Making a fuss about it doesn't seem to fit these circumstances. After all, her replies made sense. However, people retained their gasps and murmurs when the news is in haste to provide details about this shit. "The extensive ultimate destruction of the world has now come."

One Internet enthusiast commented and asked. “Angels, the Lord will be resurrecting back on Earth.” Another was commenting. “The apocalypse is here, be warned. The end of the world is near.” Came another. As the internet was abuzz with all the comments, another wave of videos was being seen of the superhuman cultivators worldwide, which began to retake momentum. “Is this related to those people who are cultivating?” One person asked on one of the internet forums. “How can one cultivate? Is it like in those web novels?” Another asked.

"Vaccine?" Willa froze. Crack. I swear I heard it—her plot armor snapping clean. Didn't wait. A vine whipped out from me and smacked her across the face, leaving a red welt. Just as I figured. This was an apocalypse story—and Willa only thrived in ruins. End the world's collapse, and all her privilege goes down with it. Still, I didn't take her or Gabriel out. Not yet. The crimes they committed? The people would decide.

Marcus can easily be described as the Sun Tzu among his friends, the one who created the strategies and the best plans to lead the group to victory, even saying phrases from the Art of War from time to time. Among his friends, Marcus was the only one who did not voluntarily quit role-playing games. A few years ago, a terrible disease ravaged the planet, although it was quickly detected and countermeasures were created, the lack of precaution and the division that existed between countries, caused this disease to get out of control, killing billions in all countries of the world. Marcus was one of the victims of that disease. Remembering the words of his friend, he decided that he should obta