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A deafening howl tore through the battlefield.

The Octopus monster rose from the rubble, its soulless black eyes filled with madness. Olivia could barely stand. Her team was on the brink of death.

And then… something moved.

The tiny snake sank his fangs into the Bowolf’s cores. A surge of energy exploded. Wings of pure fire unfurled, its golden eyes blazed. A dragon had risen.

But one fatal mistake… He fell.

Something inside Olivia snapped. A roar ripped from her throat as flames consumed her. The sky cracked apart, and then…

[SYSTEM WARNING!]

[The Fire of Chaos has been activated.]

[Continued use will lead to destruction]

But Olivia wasn’t stopping.

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Thirty years ago, the world ended.

 Unknown monsters descended upon the earth, plunging it to ruins. But with the destruction came a blessing or rather a curse. 

The System.

Now, humans wield superpowers, battling the creatures that threaten their existence.

The last survivors formed factions, fighting to stay alive. But survival is a cruel game of fate. Every year, the system selects a group of unwilling teenagers  by lottery- to fight, to die.

Olivia never asked for any of this. Betrayed by her family, forced to fight, she was left for dead. Until fate intervened.

Until she met him.

Little White, the small, snake-like creature at her side, is hiding secrets far greater than she imagined. When death closed in, his truth unraveled, along with something even darker inside Olivia—power, overwhelming and untamed.

The Fire of Chaos is burning inside her, and if she doesn’t learn to control it…. She’ll destroy everything.

Survival is just the beginning. The real war is yet to come.

Apocalyse: Marked by Chaos

A smile tugged on her lips, tears glistened as happiness welled up inside her, slipping down her cheeks. Her fingers trembled as she peeled away the wrapping. The anticipation buzzed under her skin, an unfamiliar warmth flooding her chest. A gift. For her. For once, they had remembered.

She paused when she felt something odd within the box, shifting ever so slightly. The silk paper rustled, a faint hiss escaping from beneath it.

The moment she pulled the lid off.

A black snake, curled before raising its head, its slitted eyes gaze at her with intrigue.

"Little White." she murmured. Her brows furrowed deeper, fractions of strange memories of a white snake, a dragon, a human flickered through her head.

She groaned, her head buzzed with pain, it was like her skull was ripped apart by the sudden burst of memories. She gripped her head, her eyes dilating.

Chapter 41 Prism of Illusion (2)