Reborn Before Doomsday 소설 & 이야기

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

Behind her, the thunder roared — the mansion lights flickering again. I jerked my arm free, my voice cracking. “Why show yourself now?” Her smile faded. “Because it’s almost time. Project Rebirth is active again. And when the final phase begins…” She leaned closer, her breath brushing against my ear. “…only one of us gets to survive.” Before I could react, she shoved me back. Hard. I hit the edge of the table and fell, the flashlight rolling away. The balcony doors swung open from the wind, sending papers flying.

“Even if she does, she won’t recognize what you’ll become by then.” He turned away, and I smiled despite the blood on my lips. He didn’t understand. Rebirth was never about monsters or immortality. It was about survival. About refusing to die when the world demanded you should. And Elena… she was the living proof of that. She had my heartbeat now. My code, my failsafe. Every pulse that tracker sent it wasn’t just data. It was a message. I’m alive. Come find me. The room darkened. My consciousness flickered again, fading in and out like a candle in the wind.

"I don't know if the catastrophe that is going to happen in the next ten days is linked with the Compound V, but no one can stop what is coming. We can only survive through it." The memories one year ago during the apocalypse flashed in fragments of wrecks. "Dead bodies, bloodsucking monsters, collapsed buildings, fire outbreaks..." He looked at Dave who stared back in confusion. "..it's going to Happen in the next nine days." Her voice was matter-of-fact. "How did you know about this?" Dave raised a brow. "Because I was there before. And when I woke it came back to me like a dream..No, a nightmare." Dave stared at her, flipping her statements in his head as though he was testing if he could

[Item Detected: ORIGIN CRYSTAL] [Class: Unique — Function: System Evolution Core] [Absorbing it will advance Spatial Storage to Level 3 and unlock a second ability] [WARNING: Host 3 is seeking the same item] Sera understood at once. This was what her father had died for. This was why they had come in black cars with guns. "What is that?" Gideon's voice had gone very low behind her. "The reason the world might not end for me." She drew a long breath. "Or the reason it ends faster." From somewhere far above, a muffled boom shook the stairwell. "They've breached the plant door," Gideon said. He was already turning, checking the load in his pistol, rolling his shoulders like a man who had done t

Tristan barked, pulling Felicity by the arm just as a creature leaped off the hood of a delivery van. The zombie crashed onto the pavement right where she had been standing a fraction of a second before. Felicity took advantage of the opening and brought her bat down like a sledgehammer directly onto the back of the creature's neck. CRACK! As the body went limp, Felicity caught a faint glow pulsing inside the broken skull. A tiny, crystal-like core sat embedded in the gray brain tissue, humming with faint energy. A crystal core! Her heart gave a sharp tug. In her past life, those cores were the ultimate currency, dense nodes of mutated energy used to power high-level domain functions and cra

But the face slowly changed. The skin seemed to melt away. The hair disappeared. The features shifted. And finally, another face appeared. Ethan stopped breathing. It was Ethan. But not the Ethan standing in the chamber. This version looked younger. Maybe twenty years old. He was smiling. Jason stepped backward. No. Rose whispered. That's impossible. The older Ethan lowered his head. Not impossible. The first one. Ethan stared at the screen. The first Ethan. The original consciousness. The one who existed before Rebirth.

Every face that had been there in the final months when everything collapsed. None of them fit. Most of them had either betrayed me or disappeared. Someone new was in this timeline. Someone who had already lived through my destruction once and was now watching me try to prevent it. I looked at the last message again in the screenshot. “Chloe is only the first knife. There are others.” I had spent every day since waking up focused on my stepsister and Ethan. On the betrayal I knew. On the future I remembered. I had never seriously considered that the original timeline might have contained more enemies than the ones I had seen.

It was ninety days before the Sunless began. Ninety days. I counted it again on my fingers like a child. In the old life, the sky went black on the ninety-first day. At 4:12 in the afternoon, on a Tuesday, in the middle of a grocery store line. I remembered it perfectly because I had been holding a carton of milk. I was alive. I was back. And I had ninety days. I pressed both hands over my mouth so no sound would come out. My eyes burned. My whole body shook, and I laughed and cried at the same time without making a single noise. I felt something on my wrist and looked down.

[FINAL TRIAL INITIATED: "THE SOVEREIGN'S SELECTION" Objective: Slay System Administrator "Maya" within 59:12 Minutes. Failure Consequence: Complete Planetary Erasure & Timeline Reset #1,000. "Timeline Reset number one thousand..." I whispered, my voice raspy against the suffocating gravitational pressure. Every struggle, every drop of blood, every desperate strategy I had built since waking up in my apartment had been orchestrated. I wasn't a lone survivor clawing my way back from death; I was iteration nine hundred and ninety nine, disposable meat in a cosmic meat grinder designed to produce a god.