Reborn Apocalypse Volume 4 Novels & Stories

I asked, glancing at Leo, and he nodded for me to take it anyway. On the screen, APHROXIS lit up with an arrow flashing beneath it. TAP TO RECEIVE ORDER “What is it?” Leo asked impatiently. “Well, looks like we still have to play the game during our date,” I chuckled, tapping RECEIVE ORDER. The tablet chimed. [SYSTEM] — Welcome, players, to APHROXIS Exclusive Edition. The words typed out slowly. [SYSTEM] — Congratulations. You have received a special voucher to get a third companion.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

My body ached, my skin hot with power that didn’t belong to me. Kyren crouched beside me, eyes searching mine. “What did you see?” I swallowed. “It’s not trying to destroy us. It’s trying to rebuild something that used to exist. A world that fell apart long before ours.” Riven gave a low whistle. “Wonderful. The apocalypse wants a do-over.” Silas looked at the runes and frowned. “That… doesn’t make sense. A being like that doesn’t rebuild it consumes.” Ashen’s expression darkened. “Unless rebuilding means taking new form. Using Elara to anchor itself into flesh.”

He didn't follow. That worried me. He knew something. I ignored the feeling. I reached the vault. The Golem entered behind me. I turned. "Come on." It roared. I waited until it raised its fist. Then I moved. The fist smashed into the vault wall. I jumped onto its arm. My hands grabbed one of the glowing runes covering its body. I pulled myself upward. The Golem shook violently. I almost fell. I climbed higher. The golden crystal in its chest was glowing brighter.

Panic and fear flickered in his eyes when he looked at me. "I don't want her, Grandma," Jonah said while pointing at me, his tone making it clear that there would be no room for compromise. "I want Rose Stenson to be my personal bodyguard." Chaos erupted in the room. I burst into laughter as I took in the urgency in Jonah's eyes. It turned out that he had also been reborn. In our past lives, when Emily chose me to be Jonah's personal bodyguard, he had simply stood on the sidelines and silently accepted her decision.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

My head felt light, "Tokyo? He just ran away? The Richard I know doesn't just run away. He fights. He doesn't accept defeat." I thought about my past life, the one I had been reborn from. I had come back three years in time to fix everything, but the story was changing. It was nothing like the usual script I had remembered. Richard was gone. Eleanor was dead, and Katherine is lurking in the shadows. Was it that easy to be finally free? "Maybe he finally gave up," Michelle suggested, sounding relieved. "Maybe he's really scared of my brother." "Maybe," I whispered. But deep down, a chill ran through me. It felt too easy. It felt like a lie.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

His eyes darted constantly, never still, never trusting. "You're her," he said to me. "The daughter. Amaya talks about you constantly." "What does she say?" "That you're the key. To something she calls the Final Rising. She's been preparing for your arrival for years." "Preparing how?" Tavin pulled out a journal, hands shaking. "I've been documenting everything. The Reborn project—she's created twelve so far, phoenix souls in wolf bodies. But they're unstable. They burn out within months. She needs something to stabilize them."