Rebuild World Novels & Stories

Reyna- “It is done.” Luka said a few minutes later. He was now facing me, standing with his arms relaxed at his sides. The world around us was breaking down and disappearing little by little. Even if Luka seemed completely relaxed, seeing everything break apart and disappear was unsettling. “Just like that?” My gaze shifted from one thing to another, before it disappeared before my eyes. “Did you destroy the game?” “No, it is just being reset completely and rebuilt according to my code. Everything will go back to the way it was meant to be. We do need to leave the game before everything disappears.” Luka stepped forward and took my hand in his.

Shadowblade didn't exist in our world, nor did the monsters, so we need to try and allow the world to repair itself. "Okay, I'll give it a shot.”

Population survival above baseline. The rewrite expanded, branching into multiple connected functions. Each change required corresponding updates in dependent code. Memory management needed adjustment so players could retain their experiences. Reality maintenance protocols needed to continue past game completion. Return mechanics needed to become optional rather than mandatory. Twenty minutes passed. Then thirty. My team was talking behind me but I couldn't spare processing capacity to understand them. The code demanded total focus. One wrong symbol and seventeen functions would crash simultaneously. At thirty-three minutes, I hit the first major obstacle.

I was reborn and sent back to three weeks before the zombie virus outbreak. In my previous life, a zombie virus suddenly broke out in my city on Christmas Eve. The entire city collapsed within two days. I was an orphan. My parents had died in a car accident, and I used their compensation money to open a supermarket. Before the zombie virus spread completely, I built a makeshift shelter inside my supermarket. I took in Victoria Blake, a young woman I admired, out of kindness, but she ended up betraying me.

logic. The grey wireframes of the ground were instantly overwritten with lush, vibrant obsidian and emerald grass. The sky turned from a dull grey to a brilliant, dawn-tinted gold. Across the South, every wolf, every shifter, and every Ley Line felt the Massive Ping of the new world. [GLOBAL_ROLLOUT: 100% COMPLETE] [SYSTEM_STATUS: STABLE_HYBRID_ENVIRONMENT]

Meanwhile, Wallace finally came to. He stared blankly at the screen, at the vials exploding one after another, and his body gave out. "Everything… is ruined." Rage burned in his eyes. He charged toward Elijah, who was hiding in the corner, trying to make himself invisible. "You walking disaster! You're a godforsaken idiot! Why would you install pirated software that you bought online? Were you really that short on money? Look at the mess you made! Every single sample is destroyed! What are you going to use to pay for it?"

Her words sounded noble, but everyone could see it was just selfishness in disguise, passed off as looking out for the team. I tapped the table calmly and replied unhurriedly, "The tracking system is linked to my computer. If the bank checks, they will know that my computer recovered the money. Every workstation leaves its own trail. Do you really think changing your story will fool anyone? Chester glared at my computer angrily, then tugged at Nancy's sleeve and told her, "Nancy, why don't we smash his computer? Then, we'll just say my program recovered the money. No one will ever trace it back to him."

We also found a pay phone, something we couldn’t find in the city anymore, and gave Katie some coins to talk to Addie and Leslie. My tears moistened as I listened to Katie tell her other mommies about our field trip. Perhaps Addie or Leslie were asking her where we were because she tried to read some signages nearby, but we ran out of coins, ending the call. It had been two weeks, but I would still cry at night and check Red, reading articles about him. I just could not help wondering why there was no news about Scarlett’s resurrection. Then I realized Red didn’t want the public to feast on his family, so they might have kept everything quiet. I would sometimes read some posts on social medi

** Far below, under tons of concrete and ash, the remnants of the core server sparked to life. Lines of code rippled across the fractured screen of a backup drive, symbols morphing into a singular, pulsing command. RECALIBRATE. REBUILD. RETURN. The ghost was watching. And it had learned.

When the world collapses the various stories of the various living beings that live in the world become disorderly, then the system has to send several strong transmigrants to fix it, but on a Dark BL this was very difficult as the strong transmigrators who are attracted for those worlds were more evil than good in character, so the Lord God has to restart the world again. The restart of the world is called the inflection point in secular change, in other words, they are radical events that shock the world and remake the thoughts of living beings, such as world wars, apocalypses, pandemics, finally events that make everyone's thoughts change. If Yu Liang fails and causes the world to collaps