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The apocalypse is not the end — it is a game. And only the elect can play along.

Every week, a few chosen ones are placed in a twisted mirror of reality — a world on the brink of annihilation. Here, players must survive a new cataclysmic disaster, armed with only one randomly selected ability.

Ethan Cross never asked to be a player. But when he is drawn into the Apocalypse Game, his first draw changes everything:

"the Eye of Death" - an SSS-ranked ability that shows him visions of his own death.

While others fight blindly, Ethan outwits fate itself and replays his own demise until he finds the perfect path to victory.

"Congratulations! You have overcome the disaster of [Puppet Kingdom] and obtained the [Severing Seven]: [The Severing Seven]!"

"Congratulations! You've eliminated the threat of [Abyssal Horror] and received [S-Rank Ability: [Abyssal Horror]: [S-Rank Skill: Scales of Judgment]!"

"Congratulations! You have shattered the paradox of [Time Reversal] and unlocked the [SSS Rank Skill: Sword of Destruction]: [SSS Rank Skill: Sword of Annihilation]!"

Other players: "Bro, we’re still learning the rules, how can you clear dungeons already?"

Apocalypse Control Bureau: "Mr. Cross, your survival is crucial to the future of humanity! STOP THROWING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!"

Reality Hacker: Apocalypse Loop

The voice slid through the vision like honey, deadly. Ethan was seeing through the eyes of Ethan-prime, pure terror coursing through the veins of his future self.

"I... forgot, Mom," the voice of future Ethan was wavering.

"Forgot?" The thing that looked like his mother twitched. Its smile glittered like a cheap AI. "Oh, Ethan . . . you poor little lamb."

Frozen, Ethan watched it play out again—

Gnarled green hands grabbed future Ethan's throat. Eyeballs burst from their sockets stretching bloody tendons—

Back in the present, Ethan gasped.

Death condition: No fish until 11:30.

His future self had been killed because he'd been too damn scared to leave the house. Idiot. Now he had two options:

Call the cops (rolling the dice in a world of these things).

A door slammed. "Off to work honey!"

Ethan managed to deliver an answer and then waited thirty minutes as slowly as he could before slipping out.

His eyes of doom would recharge at 10:02. The fish market was a thirty-minute dash there and back. One chance.

"Activate the Eyes of the Damned!"

His consciousness was ripped away -

Ethan from the future panted into a cell phone: "My mom is a monster! Green fur, works at Huidong Textile-"

"Uh-huh." A deeper voice, "This is Chief Zhang, We will send officers to your apartment."

Thank God. The watching Ethan felt relieved - until the policemen arrived.

Their smiles were eerily similar to Mother's. Plastic. Wrong.

"You reported a monster?" one of them asked, smiling even wider.

The future Ethan retreated. "Wrong place!"

Green fur shot out from her cheeks.

Fish Doomed Me