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"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

"We need to move. Now." Eden Prime snaps his fingers, and the floor liquefies, swallowing us whole. We wake in a garden-a grotesque parody of the cabin's old woods. Trees bleed black sap, their branches heavy with pulsing, fleshy fruit. The air reeks of copper and burnt sugar. **"Home,"** Eden Prime says, plucking a fruit. It bursts into moths made of static. **"They rebuilt it from your memories. Do you like it?"** I lunge, but he phases through me, his form flickering. **"You're not ready. But you will be."**

It began to turn into a giant, scrolling screen of red text. [SYSTEM ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED BIOMASS DETECTED. APPLYING HOTFIX_01.] The first seed has sprouted, but the Architects have launched a "Physical Hotfix"—a global atmospheric rewrite designed to wipe the "Glitched" survivors off the map once and for all. The war for the Real has just entered the "Update" phase.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Without super fast space storage she would be disadvantaged no matter where she is. In apocalypse situations are ever changing. Even the places you thought to be most safe could get attacked at a moment's notice, and the places you thought would be extremely dangerous might be surprisingly safe. While she stored away space, Rufeng seemed to have figured out his power. He lifted the middle ceiling frame of each room, turned it diagonal, and let it fall into the rooms. This way, if there’s a survivor in the room, they would be alerted, and if they were smart enough they would climb up through the ceiling frame.

She was sealed in, cut off from the frozen hell above, protected from everything the apocalypse could throw at her. She pulled up the internal cameras and checked on her supplies. The hydroponic gardens were thriving, their green leaves a stark contrast to the frozen wasteland outside. The lettuce was crisp and vibrant, the tomatoes ripening on the vine, the herbs releasing their fragrant aroma into the controlled atmosphere. The food storage was fully stocked, the shelves lined with cans and packages that would sustain her for years. The medical bay was ready, its equipment gleaming under the sterile lights. Everything was in perfect order, every detail accounted for.

I stood there, drenched in the rejuvenating rain, my heart soaring with the knowledge that something extraordinary was unfolding. The scent of the plague that had plagued our pack seemed to dissipate with each passing droplet, carried away on the gentle breeze. The members of the pack, their senses keen and attuned, could feel the shift in the air, the cleansing of the affliction that had burdened us for so long. Cheers erupted from the pack, their voices rising in a unified chorus of joy and gratitude. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to the power of love, unity, and the extraordinary abilities that lay within me.

My heart began to pound in my chest, with shaky hand I reached out again, immediately I brushed my fingertips against the cold metal surface, I recoiled instinctively as if burnt, shivers shot down my spine as I glanced around nervously, my breath coming in sharp and ragged intakes. Where the hell was I?! I mean I know I’m in my room but why the hell am I in my room?! I fucking died! Is this my after life?! Why can I still feel my body without any scratch or pain, what the -, the loud blaring of my phone intercepts my thoughts, my heart hadn’t stop racing a bit, infact it’s rate increased with every passing second, with shaky hands I slowly reached for my phone, “ NOVAN” was written boldly o