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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

A haunting, baby-like wail echoed from the darkness; it vibrated in Ethan's bones.

The sound was low, mournful, and completely strange. It sent chills down their spines.

Ethan and Murong Xiner locked eyes. That was a whale's cry.

In this Apocalypse, every sea creature had grown a hundredfold, or even a thousandfold. Whales were already the largest animals on Earth. If one had increased to that size…

Unseen beneath their feet, a giant shadow pulled away from the ocean floor, rising with a silent, unavoidable threat.

From above, the reality would have been clear:

A deep maw, wide enough to swallow entire islands, surged toward the shore.

With a final, thunderous cry, the giant whale broke the surface.

Its jaws—a vast chasm of darkness—snapped shut around the island, the dead Sea God, and everything else.

The ocean surged. The planet itself shook.

Across the Earth, seismographs reacted as massive earthquakes struck.

And on the surface, the remaining sea creatures raced toward land.

For Ethan and Murong, there was only darkness.

Murong, Wang Zi Chen, John, Mu Nan, Sparky, and Lin Yiwan all looked at him; their faces showed relief and tension.

Ethan clutched his head, struggling to piece together the broken memories.

That whale's cry. The darkness. How did we die?

He forced himself to go over the death replay's moments:

The "mountain" that was the Sea God.

His desperate attack with the [Terminus Shard].

The god's death triggered the swarm of leviathans.

And then… the abyss swallowed them.

A thought nagged at him. He turned to John. "John, are there any legends about sea gods beyond Poseidon?"

John adjusted his glasses. "You mean the Dagon myth? Or the Cthulhu stories?"

Ethan shook his head. "Something connected to the Amarda language."

At that, Murong's expression sharpened.

John's fingers flew over his offline database. "Here. The Amarda were an ancient tribal civilization wiped out three centuries ago. Only one artifact remains—a stone tablet in the British Museum."

He pulled up an image: a worn slab covered in sharp script.

Ethan pointed to Murong. "Translate."

This guy just ordered the Director around like a secretary.

Murong's eye twitched, but she complied, her voice steady as she read:

A pause. The words weighed heavily.

"Within it lies a hell, where demons are caged. At hell's gate stands the Sea God, its guardian, blocking their escape."

"The demons sought emissaries—mortals endowed with power and weapons. Their goal? Kill the Sea God. Break the gate. Unleash hell on the world."

"Yet the demons do not flee for freedom, but fear. For hell contains something worse—a devourer called the Calamity."

"When the Calamity stirs, the demons must feed it their flesh to satisfy its hunger. But if the gate opens… both demons and the Calamity will escape."

In the death replay, he had killed the Sea God—the very guardian keeping hell sealed.

The sea people's chant replayed in his head:

"Bind the humans, the ritual is ready, the Sea God will rise, the gate will open…"

They hadn't been summoning the god to worship it.

They had been luring it out to kill it.

And like a fool, he had done their job for them.

The Leviathan's Cry