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There were plenty of dual-income families in our neighborhood, and with their kids in their senior year, most parents simply didn't have time to supervise them. So I cleared out my living room and turned it into a completely free evening study room. Every night from seven to ten, I helped the students with every subject and even provided them with a late-night snack. The parents in our group chat praised me constantly, calling me a saint. Then Kendra Hodge, a notoriously difficult mom, moved into Willow Creek. She showed up at my door and demanded that I clear everyone else out so I could tutor her son, Zeke, who hated studying, one-on-one. I politely refused. Her attitude changed on th

she added. "Hmm. This is bad" he said. "How?" "Don't you get the clear view? They are creating zombies and weapons!" He said restlessly. Her brain started working fast as she shone her eyes in terror when she realized what he was trying to explain. "The Apocalypse," she said. "Bingo!" He snapped his fingers. "We have to look for a way to stop them. This is bad. Really bad" he said. Oscar walked to the front row of fhe zombies and observed all of them as Igor and Willow stopped talking and started opening up their parcels.

I didn’t expect the patch to come so soon. In the second month after the battle, the rooftop radio suddenly crackled to life with a crisp broadcast voice. "The Atlas Geothermal Initiative is now active. Surface temperatures will gradually recover. Rescue is on the way." Rhys and I just stared at each other. So this wasn’t a solo survival game after all. It was online, and the admins had finally logged in. A week later, a military helicopter landed in the open lot. Registration and verification went quickly. The officer in charge clapped me on the shoulder. "Turning the apocalypse into a warehouse operation! You’re one of a kind."

Betony set her wine glass down, her eyes narrowing. "For the past ten days, High Command and national atmospheric teams have attempted to stabilize the thermal inversion grid without inciting mass panic," the Vice President continued, his voice breaking on live national television. "However... the situation has officially escalated beyond human control. What this nation and this planet is about to face is a planetary collapse that has never occurred in recorded human history. It is... an Armageddon." Down on the streets below, screams began to echo up through the concrete canyons.

Chapter Secenteen Veyra’s POV The meeting had lasted longer than I expected. Several heads from different surviving territories had gathered to discuss the next expected apocalypse, the resources we had left, the settlements that were still vulnerable, and what we needed to prepare before the next wave reached us. It was not a Defense meeting, but because I was responsible for the defense of several major settlements, I had been required to attend. By the time the meeting ended, I was exhausted. Everyone began leaving the conference room, some continuing their discussions in small groups while others hurried toward their waiting vehicles.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

second coming" with hope and faith, to eradicate the evils of this world.” "But this second coming would be after the apocalypse, according to the Bible ..." Mark said. “It would be naive to think the clone child represents that second coming at the present time.” “And what makes you think that we are not on the verge of an apocalypse?” Richmond asked with some perspicacity. “The conflicts in the Middle East do not stop; treaties against the proliferation of nuclear weapons are dying; there are countries like North Korea and Iran challenging the rest of the world with their tests; the growing tension between Russia, Syria and the United States with their allies like Israel ...”

They had just given Core Prime true consciousness. The real apocalypse had officially begun. Not as an enemy, but as a mystery that had just awakened from its slumber.

“God… She tried so many times.” The memories clearly still hurt him. Aaron could see them playing across his face—Natasha waiting, Natasha speaking, Natasha reaching out, and Josh missing every single sign. “I kept thinking there would be more time.” The regret in his voice felt painfully real. “There is always tomorrow.” Another bitter laugh escaped him. “Except there wasn’t.” Aaron understood that feeling better than most. The apocalypse had taught everyone the same brutal lesson: tomorrow was never guaranteed. Josh sat quietly for several moments. Then he finally spoke the words he had invited Aaron here to hear. “I still love her.”

Estelle revealed a joyous expression. "Well?" Nicholas was a little surprised. He looked at Lucas and asked, "Lucas, they are...?" Nicholas was naturally referring to the Apocalyptic Legion. "The Apocalyptic Legion is all made up of Rank 3 Ultimate King Ranked Realm zombies," Lucas said slowly and indifferently. "What?" As soon as the finished his words, Nicholas and Estelle were both shocked, opening their eyes wide. "Senior, is... is what you said true?" Estelle swallowed her saliva and looked at Lucas in horror.