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Hayley had analyzed long ago why Scott's base was doomed to fall. But she had to admit that when Scott's war machine first ignited, it was the most terrifyingly powerful force of the early apocalypse. The apocalypse demanded extreme centralization. Only by compressing human strength into a single will could people fight back against it. Scott was exactly that kind of madman, someone willing to sacrifice everything for absolute control. And as for people like that, Hayley's feelings were very clear.

Vincent's single sentence yanked Cyrus' memory back more than a decade. In the 2030s, sci-fi films exploded worldwide, with apocalypse stories leading the surge. Many traced the trend back to a 2012 movie that seemed to open the floodgates. For several years, end-of-the-world blockbusters dominated the box office, and the cultural fallout proved real. Some people actually began building bunkers, including top-tier billionaires. At the time, most treated it as a joke. Few genuinely believed the end was coming. One story stood out to Cyrus, though, a tale that originated in Cretora.

At the center, the Verdant Fountain had transformed — no longer a pool of emerald light, but a silver vortex spiraling upward, connecting heaven and earth. Energy surged through my veins as I stepped closer. For a moment, I saw everything. The ten days left before the apocalypse — the chaos, the screams, the endless hunger of the undead. But beneath that, I saw possibility. I could change the sequence of events. Shift cause and effect. Rewind mistakes. The Eighth Cycle didn’t just let me survive. It gave me the power to rewrite how survival happened. ⸻ But that power came with a price. The System’s voice emerged, mechanical and cold, its tone sharper than I’d ever heard:

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System: The Story of a young adult man who died buried in an avalanche and was suddenly given wishes based on his last desires, suddenly reincarnating in a Norse mythology-inspired cultivation world as an Ice Dragon with a System! Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse: The Story of a young web novelist who is suddenly thrown into an interdimensional apocalypse but given a powerful System that lets him summon his novel characters to aid him!

And I can’t make it any better… I can never heal anyone again without dying. I hear sniffs and snorts outside and I hold my breath, gathering every bit of strength I have, “Cassandra,” I whisper. “We can do this.” My body starts glowing white as I feel heat. I walk to the outside of the cave, my bones breaking as Cassandra takes over. The pain isn’t like it was before and now that I have met her, I feel at even more peace than I did the first time. I hear growling and I open my eyes. Three of Jackson’s warriors are waiting, but something tells me I do not need to be afraid. Something tells me that I am more powerful than I ever imagined…

Thanks to an explosion that had occurred in a research lab, an unknown substance was leaked to the world. This was the start of the apocalyptic era, where humans could get infected by the substance, thus transforming into zombies. Three years after the zombie apocalypse started, I died in the maws of the zombies. To make things worse, my kindness was the reason behind my eventual death. Surprisingly enough, I was reborn to the timeframe where there were six hours left before the zombie outbreak began.

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Without using any internal force, he relied on his physical strength to make him feel like a fish in water. Big Black appeared beside Little Apple and roared at the depths of Death Valley. It felt the mysterious pull and urged Little Apple to move forward from time to time. Under Big Black's urging, Little Apple had to move forward quickly. Four hours later, Little Apple had already appeared in the depths of Death Valley. The destructive power contained in it made people's scalps numb, and the tingling sensation had turned into pain. However, there was no fear in Little Apple's eyes. Instead, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He patted Big Black's head gently and comforted it. Afte

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.