Novel & Cerita Pochi World's End Club

His voice shudders into silence. TO BE CONTINUED.... ELYWorld. elyworld.us

Military bases, Sky Cities, Realms of the wizards and witches, kingdoms of the commoners—they all live in a continent together. Kanzeri has been the largest military alliance consisted of five empires, there have been no harm neighboring with them since their borders are open and they have been a welcoming empire. The Sky Cities of Eusciduous have always been distant towards it’s neighboring alliance of countries and never interfered with them nor even tried to socialize with its people. They just float from the skies, never be seen by the naked eye.

But one day, after coming home from college, a bad feeling lingered in his heart. Ignoring the chill that ran down his spine, I look for something to eat in the kitchen. There was pasta with some meatballs. After heating the food in the microwave, he approached the lonely dining room and ate his food alone. He would never forget how bland and tasteless pasta and meatballs were. Continuing with his routine, he realized that he was free so he turned on his console and continued his game in one of his favorite RPGs 'End Fantasy'. When he was about to defeat a Boss who possessed the appearance of an angel with black wings, his house phone rang.

to look for the one chance to get my beloved grandfather back. The other members of the Council of Ten are noticeably subdued. I think it's only now, with Grandfather gone, that they are coming to realize just how much he did on a daily basis to keep this place going. At any given time, we're just one disaster away from everything crashing to a halt again. We can't help but wonder why, and it is the subject of many of our conversations. Why was our worldship abandoned, left to its own devices in the depths of space? Why hasn't anyone from Earth bothered to see if we're all right, or if we're even alive? Do they think we died?

Quin Mackenzie apologised. The world was coming to an end.

Not even in death. The End.

ALLISON. He examined it closely before nodding. “You’re good. Welcome to Aurora Sparks.” I stepped past them, entering the underground club. The atmosphere was electric; pulsing music reverberated through the air, mixed with laughter and chatter. Colorful lights flickered, casting shadows over a crowd of werewolves, vampires, ghouls, witches, and other Outworlders. It was the complete opposite of the tranquility that welcomed me at the entrance of the antique bookstore. Welcome to Aurora Sparks, indeed. This club has been around for decades. It was one of the few remaining establishments in the entire country where the Outworlders were allowed to be themselves—utter freaks. Our kind has stru

We have each other, the world should be kind and easy. THE END.