Ivasanara

Freyah Lima knew death all too well, but waking up five hours before the apocalypse gave her a second chance. Armed with memories of the past, she races against time to prepare. Yet, when she reaches her parking lot, she finds something-or someone-that shouldn't exist.

A man stands there: silver hair, ragged clothes, and a translucent screen hovering above his head.


[Florence Plaridel

Role: Third Male Lead of the Novel Primrose
Ability: Healing and Swordmanship
Fate: Unknown]


Florence Plaridel-the half blood third prince, the unrequited lover, a skilled healer and swordsman from the last novel Freyah read before her death. In Primrose, he managed to escape before his execution due to treason, then said his farewell to the female lead, telling her he won't bother her anymore. After that, nothing was mentioned anymore about him.

But now he's here. In her world. On the eve of its destruction.

Freyah doesn't know how or why a fictional character has appeared, but one thing is certain: the apocalypse will rewrite the world, and Florence's unexplained presence could change everything.

As survival becomes a race against fate, Freyah must decide: is Florence the key to saving this world, or a sign that its ending has already begun?

The forgotten prince has returned-and with him, the rules of fate are no longer absolute.

Regressing Through the Apocalypse with the Third Male Lead

Monica let out a yawn as she got out of bed, stretching her arms before heading to the bathroom for her morning routine. Just as she opened the bathroom door, Gwenette stepped out, a cloud of steam trailing behind her.

Gwenette's short hair was damp, beads of water dripping down her neck. A towel hung loosely over her shoulders.

"Morning," Gwenette greeted, her voice soft but cheerful.

"Morning," Monica replied with a nod, stepping inside the bathroom.

"I'll whip up some breakfast. Freyah and the others are coming back today. Anything specific you want to eat?" Gwenette asked as she paused by the door.

"Pancit Canton, chili-mansi flavor," Monica yelled, her voice muffled as the bathroom door clicked shut behind her.

"Nope. You've been eating that since yesterday," Gwenette countered, a hint of exasperation in her tone.

Chapter 16