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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

Lin Yujia's messages filled the screen:

[If you're stalking her I swear...]

He silenced the phone with a sigh. Some things never change.

He checked his watch: three hours until his flight. If Lin Yiwan didn't show up soon...

The café restroom door swung open.

Lin Yiwan reappeared, standing tall, her black stockings flawless. Ethan's gaze caught her for a moment, then quickly moved away.

Late-night gaming discussions about her "dragon lady" sister.

Family pressure to marry before 30.

That dreaded phrase: "Two extra gold bricks!"

"My apologies for the delay." She bowed slightly before sitting down.

"My flight..." Ethan tapped his watch.

"Of course." Her smile stayed polite. "After talking to my superiors, we've decided..."

"I'll be your protector until we verify your abilities."

"No, you're fine." Better the devil you know.

He studied her. "What's your main skill?"

Lin's fingers twitched. The air around Ethan's arm felt solid, applying gentle pressure.

Ethan's eyebrows went up. Stronger than Wang Zi Chen. Stronger than John.

"Once verified," she added quietly, "you'll get extra security."

Understatement. An SSS-grade prophet would be humanity's most valuable asset.

"One last thing." Ethan checked his watch again. "My mother's illness..."

"Already taken care of." Lin showed a tablet with hospital records. "We've set up plausible deniability—' experimental treatment.'"

Ethan nodded and called his father.

"Dad." No introduction. "I know about Mom."

"My classmate's father works at the National Leukemia Institute." Ethan spun the lie smoothly. "They have a secret experimental drug. Life-changing."

Lin Yiwan's eyelashes fluttered. This man could persuade anyone.

When he hung up, her lips curled up. "That was... impressively creative."

Ethan shrugged. "Necessity breeds—"

His phone buzzed. Lin Yujia's contact photo appeared—a meme of a screaming cat.

"...artistry?" Lin finished dryly.

"First the campus." Ethan stood. "Then the airport."

Lin matched his pace. "I'll wait outside your dorm."

As they walked out, thunder rolled in the distance. The first large raindrops began to fall.

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