The World After The End 소설 & 이야기

BOOOOOOMMMMM “Hahahaha, in that case, I’m looking forward to it! I’m looking forward to the figure you spoke of, O Keeper of the Book of Heaven!” The core of that world shattered, and with it, the world that had once resembled a lifeless wasteland crumbled along with the destruction of that blood-soaked monster. Nothing remained of that world’s ruin—no life, not even the slightest trace that the world had ever existed in that place. With the destruction of yet another world, it signaled that other worlds would meet the same fate without assistance from the upper world or the realm of the gods.

A wall of pure, blinding white light was moving toward us, erasing the mountains, the forests, and the sea. "The Auditor was the only thing keeping the Erasure at bay," the clerk said as she vanished. "Now that the system is grounded, the world is being... Reformatted." Xander stood up, pulling me with him. We stood together under the warm tree, watching the end of the world come for us in a wave of perfect, silent white.

Aurora whispered, "They solved it." "Yes," Eliane said. "Then what happened?" The memory changed. The two moons vanished. The sky burned. Luna saw mountains collapsing, oceans rising, cities disappearing beneath enormous waves. Darius stared. "The world ended anyway." A voice answered through the book: "Yes." Luna felt a pang of unexpected pain in that answer. They had solved the great conflict, they had learned, they had changed, and history had not rewarded them with immortality. Their civilization ended because the world itself changed. The survivors carried fragments forward: stories, instinct, memory, the Origin, the Severance, and one warning.

“It's been a while since I heard the word normal, nothing is normal.” I turn to look at her, “If the apocalypse ends today, do you think the world will be back to normal?” I ask. Mel shook her head doubtfully. “I don't think so, important lives have been lost and there's no way people will cope with the new world without looking above their shoulders. Life used to be normal, a cure can't bring normality back”. I sigh and cut the thread. “Aright then, let's get you stitch”. *********************

Chapter 60: A New Dawn The world was in ruins, a desolate wasteland scarred by the ravages of the darkness. But amidst the destruction, hope flickered like a flame in the wind. Liam and Xal'dar, along with their allies, had defeated the ultimate threat, the entity that had sought to consume the universe. Now, it was time to rebuild. They gathered survivors from the scattered villages, forming a united front against the chaos that had engulfed the world.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

Chapter 18: The Choice of World's The world ended at 3:47 AM on a Tuesday. Not with explosions or invasions, but with a simple broadcast that reached every connected device on Earth simultaneously. Director Frost's face appeared on billions of screens, her expression serene as she announced humanity's forced evolution. "Citizens of Earth," she began, "in one hour, the next stage of human development begins. Water supplies in major population centers have been prepared with evolutionary catalysts. Do not be afraid. You are about to become something greater."

That the cycle could return. But for now, I was at peace. And that was enough. I walked into the light. And I was ready for whatever came next. The years passed. The world continued to heal. Haven grew. More cities rose from the ruins. More survivors came to join the new world. More infected chose to coexist with humanity. More hybrids were born, bridging the gap between two species. It was beautiful. It was everything we had fought for. It was everything we had dreamed of.

"There are a hundred thousand people who came back from three hundred years of consciousness and don't know how to be in a body anymore. Who are grieving physical life they lost and physical people they'll never find and the experience of between they chose and no longer have." She paused. "That isn't ending. That's transition. It isn't different from what you've been doing." He was quiet for a moment. "Elena wrote about this." "She wrote about everything." "There's a passage. Late in the notes. She says the world after isn't a reward." He looked at the empty section. "It's just more world. With different problems than the ones before." He paused. "I find that comforting."

He immediately began to think about the world's fate. The mirror began to project images of what was to come… The whole world was a wasteland, and the sun was blotted out by dark clouds. Sky-high buildings had fallen, and human corpses lay everywhere. Monsters and wild beasts roamed the land, and the surviving humans were scavenging for scraps. The humans had built an underground sanctuary. From below the earth, they observed everything that was happening on the surface.