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It was the sort of powerful oppression and dominant crushing that made all of them unable to move. Concurrently, Apophis also returned that attack ruthlessly by shooting a terrifying purple-gold pillar from the third eye between his eyebrows. It caused the surrounding space to shatter into pieces. Suddenly, a large area of the space in the void was shattered, revealing many terrifying black holes behind it. Demigods were only capable of blasting out cracks in space. However, those countless black holes fully illustrated how powerful and terrifying Spartacus and Apophis were. Two energies, which were powerful enough to destroy the earth, collided in the void. Suddenly, the sky seemed like it

When he was thinking about telling the truth, no one believed him. "Senior, how did you manage to kill Heavenly Insect Dark Races at Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm?" Master looked at Lucas in confusion. There was still no change on Lucas' face. He smiled calmly. "Because..." He put Apocalyptic Legion out of System Space, adding, "Because I've integrated Apocalyptic Legion." "What?" Everyone in the hall looked at Apocalyptic Legion. They found that there was no aura of Human Beings in Apocalyptic Legion. Instead, it was the aura of zombies!

] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase. The immediate problem was a survivor who wanted protection without testimony. The worse problem was that incense was low. Nobody had the luxury of naming the threat neatly. People argued in fragments, moved furniture, counted children, checked wounds, and made ugly little bargains with their own courage. My power worked best when I slowed down enough to ask who benefited from panic. Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. [Projected casualties: acceptable.] Acceptable. That word had survived the apocalypse better than most gods.

“What do you even want from this, Ryan? If the apocalypse starts, everything burns. The world ends. What’s the point?” Ryan chuckled, low and dark. He straightened up and spread his arms wide. “Power, Ara. Real power. When half the city is dead in the first two days and the rest are terrified, they’ll beg for someone to lead them. I don’t want to stop the virus. I want to rule what’s left.” “You’re crazy,” Ara spat. “You’re a complete psychopath.” Ryan’s face twisted instantly. The charm disappeared, replaced by ugly rage. He slapped her hard across the jaw. Her head snapped to the side, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

’ ​As if responding to my panic, the system interface materialized right above my bed, flashing bright new text: ​[System Initialization Complete.] —​Innate Skills Granted: —​[Foresight] (Level 1) —​[Pocket Dimension] (Level 1) —Core Objective: Survive the Apocalypse. ​Yeah, skills and abilities, I thought, staring at the screen. I remembered in the future, there were certain people who awakened special abilities when the apocalypse began—people who could control vines, produce fresh water, manipulate metal, and things like that. But those gifts were strictly reserved for a select, lucky few. I had been among the unfortunate, ordinary masses.

Kai demands. The Reaper's smile widens. "Death itself is dying. The natural order is collapsing. Someone is trying to end mortality. End consequences. End balance. And if they succeed, reality ends. Existence ends. Everything ends. Only Aurora can stop them. Only the woman who mastered death can save death. Only you, my dear impossible girl, can prevent the apocalypse." Reality fractures. Truth shatters. Understanding breaks. I didn't get a second chance at love. I got recruited. I got weaponized. I got brought back to fight something worse than anything I've faced.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the apartment building in the distance. Flames were shooting into the sky, and faint screams carried through the air. Linda and Tyler had hidden from the zombies by climbing into a dumpster downstairs. They were curled up in the reeking trash, shivering as they fought over half a moldy bread roll someone had thrown away. Meanwhile, I took a sip of hot soup, warmth spreading through my whole body. This was what apocalypse life was supposed to feel like. Over the next three days, I followed Duke’s guidance and swept up supplies from nearly half the city.

"No. I saw him for who he was when he led the thugs to break down our door. If we'd let him in, the three of us would probably be dead by now." Mom wiped her eyes and took my hand. "You did the right thing, Flint. This world has changed, and we just need to survive." I felt a massive weight lift off my chest seeing Mom and Dad finally harden their hearts. In an apocalypse, kindness was the quickest way to get a death warrant. Again, the system chimed. "'Human Fishing' mission successfully completed! Calculating rewards… "Congratulations! Rewards include a small-scale nuclear fusion generator, a high-pressure water cannon, an indoor soilless hydroponic lab, and three top-tier cold-resistant c