DoubleHush

Meet Alex Knight, a hardworking young man burdened by crushing debt and a bleak future. When his new boss turns his life into a waking nightmare, Alex finds himself trapped in a job he can't escape, his future held hostage by the whims of a tyrant. 
Just when he believes he has one anchor left—his girlfriend's love—a devastating betrayal leaves him utterly broken. 
But then the world changes. The system descends, dragging everyone into a chaotic new reality. Alex becomes the first to sync with it, earning a mysterious title: 
[Apocalypse Baby]
[You have awakened the skill: Exploding Touch]  
[Anything you touch turns into a bomb.]
Armed with a deadly gift, Alex rises from the ashes of his former life to become an unstoppable force in an urban fantasy world where power rules and vengeance drives him forward.

Author’s Note:
This story is about a man who loses everything—his freedom, his love, his sense of self—before the world itself collapses into chaos. Alex isn't a stoic hero who shrugs off pain. He feels it, breaks under it, and then rebuilds from the wreckage.
Some readers might call him dramatic. And they're right—this isn't a power fantasy about a flawless protagonist. It’s about a man clawing his way back with explosive power, raw emotion, and zero filters.
If you're into emotionally intense underdogs who explode (literally and metaphorically), welcome to the ride.

Apocalypse Baby

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The void-forged blade of Varkos came screaming down like the final word of a vengeful god.

It howled through the air, its edge a streak of night-stained lightning, crackling with raw malice—aimed not just to kill, but to annihilate.

A deafening clash ripped through the battlefield as blackened steel met abyssal fury. Noctherion had moved—again. As always. As if time itself bent to his will. One of his shadow-clad arms shot up at the perfect angle, catching the monstrous weapon mid-arc. The collision was cataclysmic.

Sparks erupted like dying stars, spraying across the torn earth in brilliant arcs of ghost-fire. The sheer force of the impact sent a low, guttural groan through the stone beneath them. Cracks webbed outward in a violent bloom beneath their feet, like the bones of the world were splintering.

Adaptive Horror