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The world as we know it is gone.

A devastating virus outbreak has turned cities into wastelands, where the infected roam and humanity is on the brink of extinction. Adrian Vale, an ordinary office worker, never expected to survive—but when he stumbles upon a Tactical AI System, everything changes.

Unlike supernatural powers, this AI doesn't grant him superhuman abilities. Instead, it provides real-time tactical analysis, combat strategies, and resource management. To survive, Adrian must think smarter, fight harder, and adapt faster than anyone else.

But survival isn’t enough. As he builds a haven in the ruins, he uncovers a terrifying truth—the apocalypse wasn’t an accident. A secret organization lurks in the shadows, pulling the strings behind the end of the world.

Now, Adrian must do more than just survive. He must outthink, outfight, and outlast the forces that seek to control humanity’s fate.

When the world ends, only those who adapt will rise.

Apocalypse Hero: Rise from the Ruins

The ruined city lay silent under the cold night, only the distant howls of the infected breaking the eerie stillness. Adrian and Rex moved carefully, exhaustion dragging at their limbs. Their supplies were running low, and the wounds from their last fight still burned.

"If we don't find shelter soon, we're screwed," Rex muttered.

Adrian didn't answer. His sharp gaze caught something—a faint flicker of light in the distance.

"There." He pointed to a supermarket building, its windows faintly illuminated. A barricade had been built around it, with armed guards posted at the entrance.

"A survivor outpost," Rex observed. "Could be good. Could be bad."

Taking a steady breath, Adrian raised his hands to show he meant no harm and stepped forward.

"We're not hostile. We're looking to trade."

The guards immediately aimed their rifles. After a tense pause, a broad-shouldered man with a rough beard stepped forward, his sharp eyes assessing them.

The supermarket had been converted into a makeshift refuge. Shelves were toppled and stacked into crude barricades. Around two dozen survivors huddled inside—some warming themselves by barrel fires, others checking supplies. A few stood watch, their hands close to their weapons.

A blonde-haired woman approached, carrying a medical kit. Her blue eyes were calm yet wary.

"Let me check their injuries first," she said, her tone professional but firm.

She crouched beside Adrian, examining his wound. Her brows furrowed.

She pulled out a portable scanner, and as the data flashed across the screen, her expression darkened.

"Heart rate… blood pressure… Something's not right."

Adrian's stomach tightened. The system was altering his body, and she had noticed.

"I'm Sophie." She set the scanner down. "If you want to stay here, you'll have to prove your worth."

"What if he's infected?" someone muttered.

"We can't take any risks," another guard added, gripping his rifle.

Before Adrian could respond, a young man in a tactical vest stepped forward, arms crossed. His sharp eyes studied them like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Malik, are we really letting in more mouths to feed?" he said coldly.

"Relax, Kyle," Sophie said with a sigh.

"We can handle ourselves," Kyle scoffed before stepping back.

Adrian could already see it—this outpost wasn't as united as it seemed.

Malik turned back to Adrian. "So? What do you bring to the table?"

Adrian's mind worked fast. Then he said, "We can help you fight the infected."

Kyle chuckled. "You two? Against a horde?"

Before Adrian could answer, a guard outside suddenly shouted—

Silence fell. Then—a low, guttural growl echoed through the night.

Sophie's expression hardened. "Shit. Infected."

Adrian gripped his weapon, heart pounding.

[Tactical Priority: Defend the Stronghold. Eliminate the Threat.]

The New Stronghold