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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 video call rang for forty seconds before disconnecting. That was strange. Mom never ignored his calls.

A voice chat request appeared seconds later.

"Sweetie, why were you drinking last night?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Just hanging with friends," Ethan replied. "Why did you reject the video?"

"Bad lighting here!" She sounded too quick; her tone was too bright.

"I'm coming home for Qingming break."

He heard a sharp breath. "That's such a long trip! Stay on campus—I'll send extra money!"

CLANG! Something metal crashed in the background.

"—gotta go! Money's on the way!" Click.

Ethan's thumb grazed the [Terminus Shard]. John's skills…

This was the third call to Wang Zi Chen that morning.

"Changed your mind?" Wang yawned.

"John. Investigate my family. Now."

Thirty seconds of keyboard tapping later:

"Your mother was diagnosed with leukemia two days ago. She is in the hospital now. Your father is with her."

"Flight booked. 2:30 PM." John's efficiency was harsh. "Eat first."

"Can... players cure this?" Ethan asked quietly.

"Modern science? No." John paused. "But an A-grade healer? 3-5 points. S-grade? 8-15."

Points he couldn't use unless he stayed in the game. Staying meant risking permanent death.

Ethan sat by the university lake and watched ducks paddle in aimless circles.

Join the death game to save Mom?

A text from "John" arrived—a photo.

A hospital room with pale sheets.

His mother looked frail, like cracked porcelain.

His father sat by her, his eyes empty.

Post-surgery. Stable. No immediate danger. - John

"Ethan! John told me! Listen—"

"Healers can fix leukemia. But only if you're registered with the Apocalypse Bureau."

"No registration means no free healer." Ray's voice became serious. "And if you quit the game…"

Ethan stared at the ducks. Their cheerful quacks felt like mockery.

Sell his soul to Apocalypse Online.

Die permanently on any Saturday night.

The [Terminus Shard] felt ice-cold against his chest. Just like his mother's IV drip.

PERMANENTLY JOIN APOCALYPSE ONLINE?

My Mom's Life or My Own?