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She's capable of getting any man. Purple. power, and ambition, life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond. Gabriella is brave and strong and broken all at once. She wore her scars as her best attire. She used her scars as her weapon and that's one of the reasons my attraction towards her grows everyday. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The music was so loud that you couldn't hear your own thoughts, faint chatters heard from a distance. The club was packed.

Suddenly cognizant of what he was doing, Evelyn’s hand darted behind her in a vain attempt to stop him unzipping her skirt. Immediately, he grinned and redirected his efforts towards capturing her wrist, pinning it behind her back with his other hand so he could return to the zipper unhindered. “Money equals power in a capitalist country, darling. Even the mafia can’t compete with the big studios marketing their vice and corruption. Hollywood out-mobs them.”

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

The biological power output matches a Tier 2 Awakened individual. My breath caught. An Awakened person? This early in the apocalypse? I thought they wouldn't appear for at least another two weeks. The people who gained powers early in my past life were all terrifying, ruthless warlords who ruled over the ruins of the cities like gods. They were monsters in human skin. I didn't move, my ears straining to hear any sound over the truck's rumble. From the corner, a shadow detached itself from the wall. It didn't make a sound. No footsteps, no rustle of clothing.

Blue light filled the room, a transparent board appeared, and a little cartoon baby besides it; words slowly materialize. [Congratulations] [Apocalypse system survival initializing] [Binding host: Seraphina Ashford] She stared at the screen, her lips parted. “What..." [Binding Successful.] [Welcome back, Player Seraphina Ashford.] [The Apocalypse Survival System has officially awakened.] Her blood ran cold. "Player...?"

Meph follows the sound by instinct, only to notice his new tattoo — the black little snake around his wrist — is glowing red, projecting a hologram of a game panel right above its little snake head, one that moves along with his movements. The panel looks like an old fashioned computer screen. Lines of green words over a pitch black background. Ugly as hell. There is really no need for the angels to localize the trial to the first glimpse they took on the human civilization. Such a weird combination of magic and ancient computer tech is like seeing a tissue section of the failed civilization that ran itself into extinction. Lines of words fly up on the screen, pushing the previous line up as

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Being a saint was the deadliest during an apocalypse. [Ding! The human body fishing ended successfully. Time to settle the rewards!] [Congratulations, you've received: 1 small nuclear fusion generator, 1 high-pressure water gun, 1 indoor soilless cultivation base, 3 premium cold-resistant combat suits!] Looking at the generator that was flashing blue in the system storage, I was elated. With this thing around, our home could still feel like spring all year round, even if the power outside was completely cut off. We could even have a barbecue.

At some point, she had wrapped her arm tightly around mine. I finally completed the task after buying the villa. A notification from the system sounded. "Congratulations on completing the task. You have been awarded a Level 1 energy shield, which is capable of repelling zombies within a 16-foot radius. Your second task is to rescue 20 people during the apocalypse." Damn. It was only a 16-foot energy shield. I didn't have time to complain. The most urgent thing right now was setting up a safe house. After everything I had done that day, my bank account balance grew to eight hundred million dollars. That should be more than enough.

Merely minutes in the open, my skin felt like it was scorching. I stayed about a week in the ruins of New York City, finding no one. My artificial intelligence spheres had expanded to 5000, continuously self-replicating. I managed to connect to the old satellites and summoned 200 spheres to venture into outer space, repairing and repurposing the old satellites into new ones. With all communications restored, I learned the grim truth: the world was facing a real apocalypse. World War 3, rampant diseases, and severe climate changes were just the tip of the iceberg.