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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

With half-closed eyes, Olivia saw the hand. Hope surged through her, reigniting her will to live.

She kicked her legs against the water, propelling herself forward with all of her strength towards the stretching hand. She had no idea who—or what—the hand belonged to, only a desperate belief that it had come to save her.

The smoke-like tendrils screeched, clawing at her ankles, dragging her deeper into the abyss.

Olivia swam faster with all her might. 'Just a little more,' she encouraged herself.

Her fingers finally clasped around the blazing hand, and in an instant, she was yanked upward.

Water gurgled out of her mouth, her black hair clung to her face, strands sticking to her damp skin. Her pale hand trembled slightly.

Waves of emotions surged in her, her eyes looked lifeless. A sad chilling laugh echoed through her chest. ' So it really was an illusion.' She thought bitterly.

Chapter 42 A Price to Pay