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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

In a dimly lit room, the figure of a slender girl lay unconscious on a large master bed. Her long black hair spread across the pillow. She wore a casual grey shirt that seemed larger for her frame, the remaining part of her lay hidden underneath the cover.

Her eyelids fluttered before opening. The smell of a strong fragrance invaded her nostrils, the distinct scent of a man.

Her hand unconsciously slipped to her side, searching for something, but it found none. Then she instinctively reached into her pocket, but there was nothing.

Her brows furrowed. She groaned, having sat up too quickly. Her vision was blurry. She knew something was supposed to be there, why couldn't she find anything.

Her chest heaved up and down in an unnatural way, her heart was beating too fast, and beads of cold sweat forming on her skin. Panic surged within her.

Chapter 46 The Wrong Place to Wake