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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 bell chimed as Ethan entered. His sharp mind quickly noted three things:

The woman in black stockings was waving at him.

Her government-issued pistol, concealed but visible to trained eyes.

The way her smile didn't reach her watchful gaze.

"You must be Ethan." She extended a manicured hand. "Lin Yiwan. Apocalypse Management Bureau."

"Ethan." He shook her hand briefly, noticing the calluses beneath her silk gloves. Martial arts training. Interesting.

When the waitress arrived, Ethan ordered the sweetest latte on the menu. Life was bitter enough.

Lin's eyebrow twitched at his sugar request, but she said nothing. Instead, she placed a notebook between them like a peace offering.

"Are you a prophetic-class player?"

"Skill name and grade?" Her pen hovered over the notebook.

Ethan sipped his coffee. "[Eyes of the Doomed]. SSS-grade."

Her pen fell to the floor. The café's ambient noise seemed to stop for a moment.

Ethan hid his smirk behind the cup. That never gets old.

Lin recovered first, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Could you... demonstrate? Perhaps predict the next Apocalypse theme?"

Ethan's mind raced. So this was why Future-Ethan was rated A-grade. They needed proof.

"No need to wait." He leaned in closer. "The next Apocalypse involves... leviathans."

He described it all—the endless rains, the skyscraper-sized monsters rising from the depths, the communication blackouts.

Lin's knuckles turned white around her cup. This wasn't prophecy. This was a battle report.

"But verification is difficult, right?" Ethan tapped his temple. "So here's something you can confirm in three days."

He whispered: "Listen. Listen to their heartbeats."

Lin's cup slipped. Coffee pooled across the table like spilled blood.

That was Elder Chang's signature prophecy style. Impossible to fake.

"E-excuse me." Lin stood abruptly, phone in hand. "Restroom."

Ethan watched her leave, sipping his latte.

Lin Yiwan... why does that name...

His enhanced memory connected the dots. He pulled out his phone:

[Ethan]: "Lin. Your sister's name."

[Lin Yujia]: "Whoa since when are you into my sis? She's outta your league bro"

[Lin Yujia]: "Fine. Lin Yiwan. But if you tell her I—"