apocalypse

On Children’s Day, the bell rang for celebration. By noon, it rang for the dead. Trapped in a school crawling with zombies, while some hiding among them. Win, a cold genius, must lead a group of survivors through blood, betrayal, and heartbreak. In a world where love feels like weakness and survival demands sacrifice… Can you survive Class Z?

For eleven years, Ishaan Reed wrote a novel no one read— a world of labyrinths, monsters, and gods who toy with fate. Then the sky split open… and his forgotten story became reality. The “protagonist” he once created, Kael Arathis, now leads the charge—brilliant, powerful, and shining like a hero. Beside him, Ishaan should have been nothing more than a background character. Until a line appeared before his eyes: [Sentence: Ishaan Reed died here.] [Rewrite? Y/N] Now, reality itself is his manuscript. Every death, every defeat, every ending can be rewritten. To the gods, he is just another pawn. To Kael, he is a fraud stealing victories. But to Ishaan, this is the one story he refuses to abandon. Titles will be earned. Rules will be broken. And the script written by the gods… will be shattered. Can the Script Breaker survive until the final chapter—or will even his rewrites be erased?

(A/N: If a ruthless MC is not your cup of tea, don't read this.) Heat Wave, Torrential Rain, Severe Cold, Tsunami, Flood, and Alien Beasts swept the world in a series of natural disasters, almost wiping out mankind. Lu Nanzhi regressed two years to the past and found out that the settings of the natural disasters was similar to the mobile game app she played before regression. And it was in the beta testing phase. Ding— [Beta Game Test is over.] [Data is being reset.] [Player is starting over.] [Please claim the Beta Test Rewards.] Equip with the Beta Test Rewards, Lu Nanzhi was determine to survive in this life and started stockpiling like crazy!

Chen Xiaoyun, an orphan from Guangzhou, China, once met a girl who looked remarkably like him. Before he could learn more about her, a deadly virus was unleashed around the globe. Humans turned into creatures straight out of video games and movies, and zombies and mutants roamed the streets with no one to stop them. From tanks to jockeys to even invisible zombies and mutated dogs. The mutations are just endless. "Why is there a zombie apocalypse just as I find my family? And why can I suddenly create things from thin air?" Will Xiaoyun survive the chaos with the new people he meets along the way? Will he use his newfound abilities to bring peace to a devastated world? Or perhaps he will just take another nap in the bed like a lazy pig—— "Shut up. How am I supposed to do anything when you keep throwing women at me?" ____________ Author's note: There is no NTR or Yuri unless you consider a threesome as Yuri, in which case I have nothing for you. Some of the love interests may be related to the main character. Remember, this is a work of fiction. This book is only written on Webnovel. If you read it anywhere else, you might find outdated chapters. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3

[Warning: Mature Content] Tags: Regression, Beastmen, Beauty, Monsters, Futuristic Doomsday, Storage Space In every era—be it an ancient dynasty or a modern nation—the collapse of the world has often been blamed on beauty. A single smile that toppled a city. A single face that ruined a kingdom. All hastened by a hero's obsession. But what if— What if, for some absurd and ill-fated reason, the end of the entire world began right after a girl’s plastic surgery? The 31st century. An era of advanced civilization and cutting-edge technology. Who could have imagined that such a future would be swallowed overnight by something wild, savage, and primitive? Seo Hyejin had lived what most would call a perfect life. She came from a powerful family. She possessed a naturally beautiful face. Someone so dazzling that people once crowned her the Nation’s Crush. And yet, the reason she chose to alter her face—to carve it, refine it, and replace what heaven had given her with something artificial— Was not vanity. Nor insecurity. It was a reason no one would ever think of. As if it was a curse she quickly wanted to get rid after regressing. Say, the world will rot and end by tomorrow. How could a sane person take care of appearances instead of stocking supplies? "Seo Yoojin... Do you also think your sister is crazy?" SY: ... Hmm. Good. *Thumbs up* (My future wife can't be bullied but fighting Noona also means courting death. At best, I'll have to give up marriage to take of a tiger and dedicate my youth peeling shrimps. Ha... The youngest's life is woeful.)

In a world that prides itself on reason and order, Isaac survives an event that should have erased him — and in doing so, glimpses a truth that reality itself tries to suppress. Beneath regulated faith and denied miracles, something ancient still shapes the world from the shadows. Guided by fractured memories of the White Light, Isaac begins to understand that belief is not submission, but orientation — and that truth does not descend fully formed, it must be illuminated. As hidden paths emerge, leading either toward the Divine or into corruption, Isaac faces a terrifying realization: miracles are not gifts, but consequences. To guide the way forward, he must accept the burden of light — and the cost of being seen.

Luke Mason was a college dropout with no chosen destiny. Just a security badge, a night shift, and a promotion finally within reach. Armed with nothing but a flashlight, his trusty baton, and routine, he patrols the silent corridors of a half-empty mall. The night only breaks its monotony when he stumbles upon a group of delinquents vandalizing a wall near the public toilets. He fails to catch them, and they scatter and vanish. Thinking one of them might still be hiding, Luke follows the sound of water dripping coming from the men’s restroom. What he finds is not human. A goblin, crawling out from somewhere it should not exist. There is no system. No skills. No warnings. Only instinct and desperation. Luke kills it. And the world notices. Before humanity awakens. Before the rules are announced. Before the apocalypse officially begins. A message ignites in Luke’s vision: [First Contact Achieved.] [System Interface: Early Access Granted] Disclaimer: Current cover is an ai-generated piece of art. It will act as a placeholder until I can afford to hire a professional for a cover.

Synopsis I burned out so hard at 29 that I straight-up died from karoshi. One minute I'm face-down on my keyboard, the next a glowing contract pops up in front of me: Job: HR Director for the Demon King Army Pay: 7,000 souls a month + killer benefits (literally—resurrection included) I figured it was some fever dream and signed anyway. Big mistake. Or maybe the best one ever. I wake up in a throne room staring at the actual Demon King—stupidly hot, zero social skills, and looking at me with these big pleading red eyes like a lost puppy with horns. “Please,” he says. “My generals keep rage-quitting. The heroes won’t even raid us anymore because everyone’s too depressed. Fix the vibe or the whole prophecy tanks and we’re all unemployed.” Great. Now I’ve got this weird System handing me skills like Performance Review Stare (makes people spill their real feelings), Mandatory Sensitivity Training Aura (forces toxic demons to behave for five minutes), and Hostile Takeover (Of Emotions) (yeah, I can basically HR-mediate someone’s soul). So here I am, turning the most dysfunctional evil empire ever into something that actually runs—team-building in lava pools, exit interviews with archdemons who flip tables, performance plans for literal world-ending monsters. Meanwhile, the big bad Demon Lord? Turns out he’s just awkward, lonely, and kinda sweet under all the doom-and-gloom. And the more I fix his mess, the more I catch myself staring back at those crimson eyes a little too long. Fixing workplace hell was supposed to be my ticket to a quiet afterlife. Instead I might be accidentally romancing the Final Boss everyone’s meant to hate. Reincarnated as the Demon King’s HR Manager Corporate isekai where the scariest thing isn’t the demons—it’s bad management. And maybe falling for your boss.

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

Beneath skies forever choked with clouds and seas that corrode flesh, a dead god casts its shadow over the world. Amid the fog of ancient human history and despair, a silent shadow rose, casting doubt over the world itself. Grey suddenly awakens in a realm of infighting, bizarre techniques, secret arts, magic artifacts, and forbidden cultivation methods. Life and death have lost all meaning, and only the strong survive. When Grey awoke, the Human emperor had vanished from the second continent, and his nine subordinates crumbled in the wake of God’s invasion. In this world of constant danger, one figure stands out, a threat so great that even Gods and Death hesitate. Who is this cultivator? The bane of divinity? The one who will unravel the mysteries of Fate and carve a path through chaos? This is the story of a young boy, into the world of cultivation.

“The boogeyman of Outer Gods, protector of Earth, humanity’s last stand—Miratheris’s son has returned.” I was drowning in sloth. The color of life had drained from my eyes, leaving only shades of grey. Doing anything felt like punishment. Looking for a job? A laughable idea. I did everything I could to stay disconnected from reality. Gambling. Drinking. Even suicidal stunts. Anything to escape the numbness that clawed at my mind for even a second. But everything comes at a cost. I abandoned my family. Broke the heart of the only woman who ever loved me. And wasted every damn day like it didn’t matter. I became the kind of man society throws out with the trash. But life didn’t spare me. Not even when I hit rock bottom. Deceived, shackled, and sold into another world— I spent the rest of my days as a slave. Forced to fight monsters ripped straight out of myth. At the very end, all I could do… was wish. Just one more chance. One shot to make things right. … Born a prodigy, Ashen Hart moved through life like a golden boy. What others worked for, he mastered with ease. At first, it felt like a blessing. The validation, pride, and accomplishment felt sweet. But even honey spoils when you’re drowning in it. The more success he tasted, the more hollow it all became. And when a mysterious power awakened within him, letting him see moments into the future— The world lost all color. And then all meaning… Nothing could surprise him. Nothing could move him. He spiraled. Ashen threw it all away—ambition, love, purpose— and embraced the slow death of apathy. But fate wasn’t done with him. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization and forced into a hidden war, he learned a truth: he wasn’t special. He was fodder. Cannon meat to delay the inevitable. But somewhere, buried beneath sloth and cynicism, the genius stirred. The apathy rotted away. And Ashen Hart, the failure, became Ashen Hart, the wretched. The unkillable. From a discarded pawn to the final hope of mankind. And when it was over—when even the gods had fallen— he was left alone. At his dying breath, the Earth’s spirit, Miratheris, answered his plea. She rewound time, giving him one last shot. But not without a price. She kept his memories intact… and delayed their return just enough so his younger self could bear the weight. Ashen’s second life begins now— and the monsters, both within and beyond, are about to learn what regret truly feels like. ═══⟲══════⟲══════⟲═══ All chapters are unlocked.

(27/1/2026) Author note: ​[WARNING: EXTREME SLOW BURN / DEEP WORLD-BUILDING] This isn't your typical instant-op story. It’s a journey of a man building a legend from scratch. If you prefer high-stakes engineering and real character growth over mindless, face-slapping... Synopsis: For ten years, Lawson was the undisputed God of the mobile game "Armor Link". In the virtual world, he saved galaxies; in reality, he was a "loser" working a dead-end mall job, mocked for his "childish" obsession. ​Then, the servers crashed. Forever. ​But the nightmare was just beginning. The "Shadow-Mimics" from the game began devouring reality. As blood stained the mall floors, A mysterious prompt appeared before him : [Armor Linked: YES / NO?] ( One time hero pass for Lawson ) ​While the next wave of monsters is rampaging,others gained flashy powers and became "Heroes" to Save The World, Lawson—the veteran who knew every boss’s weakness and every hidden mechanic—received nothing . In a world where Armor is survival, the Legendary Veteran was disqualified. But as the dust settled, a new notification flickered in his eyes: ​​[Veteran Save-Data Detected. Forced Authorization Granted: SSS-Rank Gearsmith] ​The world thinks he’s just a support worker, a mere mechanic for the "real" heroes. They are wrong. Lawson knows what the others don't: The game was never just a game. ​He doesn't need a suit of armor to be a god. As a Gearsmith, he doesn't just fix the armor—he controls the very laws they are built on. ​He is not only a Gearsmith. He is the chosen world saviour... ​[Game Fusion] [Veteran Protagonist] [Hidden Power] [Non-Armor Lead][SSS to God-tier]

11:42 PM. Mumbai doesn’t fall into chaos. It goes silent. In an instant, sound dies, gravity fractures, and the sky tears open with a violet wound that rewrites reality itself. From that rupture, something new enters the world—not invaders, not aliens, but predators engineered for a planet that no longer follows human rules. Raghav, an ex–special forces breacher trying to survive one last ordinary night, becomes the first witness—and the first hunter. When a biological scout attacks him on a rooftop, he learns the core truth of the new world: this isn’t an apocalypse where you hide and wait. This is a reset. And at zero, only those who adapt survive. As Mumbai collapses vertically—rooftops turning lethal, buildings losing gravity, streets becoming hunting grounds—Raghav is forced into constant motion. Every floor is a trap. Every sound is a signal. Every mistake is permanent. When he finds Aisha, his younger sister, trapped in the chaos, survival stops being personal. It becomes a responsibility. But the rules don’t bend for family. Carrying another life means harder choices, colder decisions, and sacrifices that strip away what little humanity remains. As monsters evolve with terrifying biological logic, daylight reveals something worse: humans. Scavengers. Trappers. “Safe zones” that demand weapons—or women—as entry fees. In the World at Zero, morality has no calorie value. From collapsing towers to underground tunnels that breathe like living veins, World at Zero is a brutal, grounded post-apocalyptic survival saga where: Physics is unreliable Silence is armor Humanity is a liability And survival is a learned skill, paid for in blood This is not a story about saving the world. It’s about learning how to live in the ruins of one— when the reset is permanent, and the hunt has already begun.

After discovering a hidden message in his late uncle's library, Hoku is seized by a profound fascination that sweeps him into a distorted timeframe—where he awakens without memories in 'The Sequel,' a perilous alternate universe plagued by fallen epochs and coinciding timelines. As the mysteries within each world grow more obscure, Hoku finds himself unraveling the creations that ordained him as the ‘Navigator of the Timestream.’ His passage sets him against the followers of a formidable deity known as "The Abundant Creator," leading him inevitably to recover the past and pursue the enigmatic truths of greater beings upon his own.

Within Leagues Below is a tale of enthralling adventures, centered in the depths of the ocean. Alongside Dive Team #3, find out the truth of how the world ended up as it is currently; expanses of only water and creatures, as humans struggle to survive in this new harsh landscape.

What happens when the protagonist of a world dies? Does the world cease to exist? Or does it hold its crumbling pieces together in a desperate attempt to save itself? In a world where peace had finally become a reality, the man chosen by fate dies in an accident the world was never meant to allow. His death went unnoticed, unacknowledged by the world and the system that rules it. Until it was too late. As things go south and mana starts seeping into a world that is marching towards its demise, Kim Han—a man that was never supposed to mean anything in this story—finds himself facing a difficult situation. Unseen and uninterrupted by the fate that was withering, he must decide if he should quietly intervene in the tragedy that will unfold, or let the world choke under the weight of a story that will now never end.

Radeon. A cosmic emperor who devoured his own universe to cage an unknown blight, and now woke in the weak flesh of a nobody scribe. Will he live out a carefree life in this sect, with beautiful junior sisters on his arms? Of course not. In this anomalistic, backward, dissonant Samsara realm, Radeon had been given a chance. He carried a wealth of knowledge about combat, science, technology, occultism, and even magic. What was more, he already knew how to exploit weaknesses most men never saw. Let us witness how he builds the craziest foundation, trains godly disciples, and crushes those who work in shadows, as well as those who claim righteousness in the light. Will he finally learn the blight’s true nature? Will he be able to surpass his former self? “Don’t just sit there. Read.” [Author's Note: You can treat MC as both Transmigrator and Regressor for better reading experience.] [55,000+ Words before locked-in] [Cultivation] +[Eldritch] + [Middle Ages Era] [Warning: Contains violence and intimate contents on later chapters.] [System creation also on later chapters.] [Update Schedule: Guaranteed Two Chapters Daily.]

Ren had just reached his home when a burning rune ignited beneath his feet. "What the fuck—" Those were his last words before he found himself in Ashenhold — a world devoured by the apocalypse. Creatures roamed the lands as humans received a chance to defy their fate. In this burning hell full of nothing but despair, Ren was chosen by the Ultimate Paragon System. [VOID VISION UNLOCKED!] [DOMAIN OF OBLIVION UNLOCKED!] [OBLIVION INTEGRATION UNLOCKED!] With his Army of Oblivion, he fought endlessly. Not for power, not for glory, but for only one goal: survival. Completely unaware that his true battle lies in the secrets of the past.

A random boy. During his exam, having chickenpox and fever. It is obviously a lot of trouble. For some reason, today he feels a lot calmer than he usually is and should be. Because of exam, he can't even use phone. Nevertheless, he decides to use it while pretending to study. He closes his eyes to try and sleep, but he suddenly feels that his blanket and bed is gone and it feels like a cold floor. He opens his eyes and saw that he was in a convenience store. Before he could realize anything, a man runs towards him– pinning him on the ground. The man spins his arm, breaking it and starts to chock him. The boy suddenly felt that all these was familiar as he grabs a pen and stabs the person until he dies. [You have been rewarded 100 coins for killing a living organism.] At that moment he realizes. He is inside Omniscient reader's viewpoint, ORV in short. But something is off, this isn't the real ORV. [An attribute is blooming.] [Attribute "Regeneration" has awakened.] Just then he is confirmed. This isn't the original ORV, but the fanfic he had made of it. This is the world where there is said to be only three ways to survive while there being a fourth way. Hypocrisy. This is a world where the true fourth way of survival is Hypocrisy.

Aren transmigrates into the body of a dying boy at the very moment the God Trials begin—an event that determines whether a world survives or is erased. Every youth between fifteen and twenty-five awakens a power, as the new generation that will enter the Trials. If the challengers die or fail, the entire world is wiped out. When Aren awakens, he gains an ability never seen before: Shadow—the power to devour foes, summon their shadows, steal their memories, and command an endless army born from darkness. In the very first Trial, he consumes a monster carrying a memory shard that reveals the hidden truth behind the God Trials… and why Aren’s existence in this world is a cosmic mistake. The gods want him erased. But Aren has already begun to consume their secrets. https://discord.gg/RpqJQ6Yys