Title: PATCH NOTES FOR THE END OF THE WORLD

Synopsis:

Twenty-four hours before humanity ends, Noctis Alucard is just another hardcore gamer arguing with an online friend mid-match. Then the sky turns red. Blood rains from above. A supernova ignites in the Milky Way—and in less than a second, the world updates into something unrecognizable.
Cities fall overnight. Ninety-five percent of humanity becomes monsters instantly. The rest are forced into a brutal survival game with no tutorial, no respawns, and no mercy.
Each night, a shadow appears before Noctis, offering two pills—red or blue. Sometimes they grant power. Sometimes they take something irreplaceable. Sometimes they do nothing at all. There is no system interface, no rules, and no fairness—only consequences.
Armed with survival knowledge from games, movies, documentaries, and sheer paranoia, Noctis refuses to play the apocalypse the way it wants. He runs when he should fight, doubts when he should trust, and slowly records the truth of the new world in a handmade survival notebook—one observation, one mistake, one near-death at a time.
As zombies evolve, sunlight loses its power, mutant anomalies emerge, and rare humans awaken terrifying potential, Noctis begins to sense something worse than monsters: the world itself is watching.
By the end, only a thousand humans remain—each monstrously powerful, each broken in different ways. While others choose to cleanse the world together, Noctis walks alone toward the final horizon, chasing the last patch note humanity never survived long enough to read.
This is not a hero’s story.
It’s a survival log written in blood, sarcasm, and bad decisions—until a gamer reaches the endgame and dares to rewrite it.

"No, no, no—DON'T PUSH, YOU IDIOT—"


Noctis slammed his keyboard, chair creaking as his character ragdolled off a cliff.


"MAEL!" Noctis yelled into his headset. "I said pull back! That was a Souls boss setup!"


Mael's laughter crackled through Discord.


"Skill issue my ass. That boss had more phases than my depression."


They were playing—what else—some brutally unfair survival game. Hunger meter. Sanity meter. Permadeath. The kind of game Noctis loved because it punished stupidity.


"Yeah," Noctis sighed, rubbing his face. "One more. Then sleep. I've got work tomorrow."


Actual, viscous, streaking blood pouring from the sky like the universe had been gutted.


Noctis stood up so fast his chair fell over.


"MAEL," he said sharply. "Tell me you see this."


"…Noctis," Mael whispered. "Why is the sky—"


For less than a second—less than a frame—Noctis saw something impossible burn across his vision:


A supernova, erupting somewhere deep in the Milky Way Galaxy, space folding like paper, radiation screaming outward faster than thought.


Noctis's monitor was black. His phone was dead. His headset crackled once—


He stood frozen, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.


"…Okay," he breathed. "Okay. This is either a nightmare, a cosmic prank, or the worst patch notes in human history."


Another bent backward at an angle joints were not supposed to bend.


Noctis backed away from the window slowly.


His gamer brain kicked in before panic could.


"Rule one," he muttered. "If the cutscene looks like Resident Evil, don't fucking investigate."


Something slammed into the building across the street.


A man—or what used to be one—climbed the wall with jerking, insect-like movements.


"…Yeah," Noctis said hoarsely. "Definitely not a mod."


He hesitated, then shoved the notebook inside.


"Congratulations," he whispered to himself. "You wanted a hardcore survival experience."


A distant roar echoed through the city.


"…You just forgot to turn off Ironman mode."


Outside, the red sky pulsed once—then darkened.


Chapter 1 - CHAPTER 1: CONNECTION LOST.