yellowbook

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 car ride was full of awkwardness.

Wang Zi Chen kept glancing at Lin Yiwan using the rearview mirror. "So, you're just his bodyguard?"

"Officially assigned," Lin confirmed, her voice colder than a Siberian winter.

Ethan tuned them out, fingers moving quickly over the Rubik's cube John had given him. The colored squares blurred—click, click, click—solved in eighteen seconds.

"Upgraded the firmware," Ethan said dryly, putting the cube in his pocket.

"We'll drop Ethan at the spa," John said. "He'll handle his errand."

Wang tightened his grip on the wheel. "Are you sure you don't want backup?"

Ethan shook his head. The less they knew about killing the mayor's wife, the better, especially with a government agent nearby.

Lin Yiwan's eyes narrowed. "What errand?"

"Male skincare," Ethan replied quickly. "Apocalypse prep includes pore reduction."

The Golden Petal Spa appeared ahead, its marble facade shouting, "You're too poor to be here."

Ethan stepped out—Lin tried to follow.

"Stay." He didn't raise his voice, but the command was firm.

Lin's professional demeanor slipped. "My orders—"

"Are you protecting me?" Ethan looked her in the eye. "Or babysitting?"

After a moment, Lin gave in, writing her number on a notepad. "Call if you need extraction."

Once Ethan disappeared inside, her posture became tense. "I have local contacts."

Wang offered her a ride. She declined, glaring like she could freeze magma.

Ethan walked up to the receptionist, exuding "nerdy intern" vibes.

"Hi! I'm here for Mrs. Lin Yingge. Mayor Lü sent me with documents."

The receptionist's skepticism faded at the mention of the mayor. One phone call later:

"Mrs. Lin is in her massage. Please wait."

Ethan settled into a soft sofa, sending texts:

[To Group Chat] [Reads 237 unread messages] "WTF is 'Starbro'?!"

His phone pinged with a banking alert:

» [China Trust] 1,000,000.00 CNY deposited.

One point equals one million yuan?

Ethan nearly choked. He could buy the whole spa now.

Through frosted glass, a silhouette approached—tall, elegant, exuding "I sue peasants for fun."

Ethan held the Terminus Shard, its edge shining under the chandeliers.

One Million