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A Foolish Regressor's Only Choice

An infected world. With a never-ending invasion. Status screens, unique skills, gods and demons… even monsters capable of ending the world in a single breath. “Hah… what kind of nonsense is this? What did ̵h̵u̵m̵a̵n̵i̵t̵y̵ (i) do to deserve any of it?” A boy stood at the cliff’s edge, but he looked nothing like the terrified survivors scattered far behind him. He looked over the Cliff, an evil smile permeated his face, the kind no good soul should ever be able to make staring endlessly at the abyss of monsters counting in the millions... This smile was unordinary. A smile like that could only come from a psychopath or some pain loving freak. Wind fought against his clothes blowing against him, and beneath the torn fabric of his shirt, black linen tattoos shimmered like living veins of ink, crawling and shifting with unearthly symbols. He stood above the ever hollowing Zenith Chasm, as the sole vanguard for the beginning of the raid. Having fearful last minute thoughts are normal, for anyone staring at such an abomination of numbers. Yet you see only one mantra stayed firm this boy, Iskael's heart. A coping mantra more dear than anything. “The one who conquers time…” he murmured, eyes glinting with something far beyond hope or despair. ... "Will conquer the universe.” He stepped forward. Air rushed past him as he let himself fall, his body flipping weightlessly through the tranquil yet furious winds, and as he fell those black tattoos began glowing brighter with each rotation in preparation for something. Then, as monsters roared and the world shook beneath him, he whispered: “Ah.. well I guess I'm still just a half step there if we want to be technical…" But you see, my little karma farms...” His grin widened. “I’m still a regressor.” **BOOOM**
DeadlyReplacement · 546 Views

Before It Started

The night sky over the Eastern Base burned a deep crimson. Flames devoured the steel walls that once promised safety, while the screams of the dying echoed through the cold wind. The stench of blood mixed with smoke, and the ground was littered with the bodies of soldiers, civilians... and Zombies. Ashira Vale staggered through the chaos, blood dripping from the wound on her side. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts. Each step felt heavier than the last, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. She had fought too hard to die like this. Yet... she had been left behind. She turned around, slashing down a lunging zombie with trembling hands. The gate slammed shut right in front of her face as metal scraped against metal, sealing her fate outside. The people she once trusted, those she fought for, bled for, were gone. Not because they died. Because they left her. "You're too dangerous to keep around, Ashira." That voice still echoed in her mind, cold and sharp as the wind cutting through the smoke. Her teammates. Her so-called allies. The people who swore to fight beside her... had used her. And when she was no longer useful, they threw her away. She remembered the cold look in their eyes when the gate shut. The smirk on one of their faces. The whispered words that cut deeper than the wound in her body. Betrayal. That was her final taste of humanity. She stumbled toward a burning truck, the firelight reflecting in her bloodstained eyes. Every breath hurt, but the pain didn't matter anymore. The world had already ended. She glanced at the barricade she once guarded, now nothing more than twisted steel and burning corpses. The walls that once symbolized hope were falling apart, just like the trust she'd once had in people. The Eastern Base... the last stronghold of survivors. Ashira tilted her head to the sky, watching as smoke smothered the stars. Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "So this is how it ends... for me." Her voice cracked as she looked at the horizon. "Even the end of the world, can't kill betrayal." She smiled bitterly. Her fingers loosened around her weapon as she sank to her knees. In her fading vision, the shadows swarmed closer—hundreds of undead closing in from every side. But just before they reached her, a faint light flickered before her eyes— like a broken screen glitching. [System initializing...] [User: Ashira Vale - detected fatal condition.] [Rebirth protocol activating.] [Returning to checkpoint: Nineteen (19) days before the outbreak.] Her heartbeat slowed. And as her body was swallowed by darkness, a final thought crossed her mind— a vow whispered between blood and regret. "This time... I'll change everything." ^^ REMINDER: This was another version of what you might think of about zombie apocalypse, This is all about survival with the help of power. Surviving is more than just staying alive. It's keeping your mind intact when the world's already gone mad. It's sleeping with one eye open trusting no one but still hoping someone's out there. It's learning when to run. When to fight and when to stay quiet enough when the dead pass you by. It's the constant battle between fear and hope knowing every day could be your last, but choosing to live is more than that...
MITSYBITSY · 6.2k Views

The Cube Queen's Apocalypse Feast

#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed
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