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The World After Judgment Day

Art cover: https://m.webnovel.com/profile/4323932226?appId=10 In a world forever altered, a catastrophic event, known as the Rapture, tore apart the very fabric of society. Unaware of the impending disaster, Alexander Ponderosa found himself thrust into the heart of chaos while visiting Zamboanga. From the depths of the Earth's fractured crust, legions of demons, monsters, and unimaginable horrors emerged, unleashing unrelenting terror upon humanity. The battle for survival began as civilization desperately fought against the encroaching darkness. However, even the fortified Christian stronghold of Manila fell in the year 2030, succumbing to the overwhelming forces of damnation. Yet, amidst the ruins and despair, a glimmer of hope persisted. Step into a world where shattered settlements cling to existence, their resilience a testament to the unyielding human spirit. Explore the harrowing tales of survivors who defy the odds, their determination and fortitude shining as beacons of light in a darkened realm. Unearth the burning question that hangs heavily in the air: How long can they endure? Embark on a journey alongside these characters as they navigate treacherous landscapes, confront unimaginable horrors, and delve into the depths of their own humanity. In this gripping narrative of resilience and redemption, the fate of humanity teeters on a precipice. Will these survivors muster the strength to reclaim their shattered world, or will they become mere relics of a bygone era? Prepare yourself for an immersive and thrilling adventure in a post-Rapture landscape, where every choice carries weight, and every step could be your last. Welcome to a world where the fight for survival is only the beginning...

Karunezune · Fantasy
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89 Chs

Floral dance

"No matter what, at all costs, NEVER upset a diwata, Apo. You should be careful, regardless of how innocent or harmless they look. Respect them at all costs," my grandmother's voice echoed in my mind.

I never thought that advice would be needed. I always believed it, but I never actually thought I could meet one. Diwata, creatures that are loosely identified... But one thing is always certain—they're equivalent to Greek gods in power. Or at least, that's what I always knew.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I could feel my heart drumming, urging me to run away, but I knew I wouldn't get far. My breath started to shorten...

Walia's soft, smooth lips formed a gentle smile. "Oh, I guess you are feeling fear? Worry not. I mean no harm to humans... I love them all!" Her soft angelic voice gave me assurance that she won't curse us, but I could feel it...