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Apocalypse Buyback System

In a world teetering on the brink of an unfathomable apocalypse, Luke Teller finds himself inexplicably thrown back in time, given a second chance to avert the catastrophic end that awaits humanity. With only memories of the horrors that are to come and the mysterious Apocalypse Buyback System at his disposal, Luke embarks on a desperate quest to rewrite fate. Set against the backdrop of the Equia continent, Luke's journey is one of resilience and determination, as he leverages his newfound wealth and knowledge to secure a sanctuary in the mystical jungles of Jungoria. Amidst the towering trees, he constructs a haven, a bastion of hope not just for himself but for the one person he vows to protect at all costs—his young sister Emelia. As Luke navigates the complexities of preparing for a future only he knows is inevitable, his bond with Emelia deepens, a beacon of light in the growing darkness. But as the countdown to the apocalypse accelerates, the silence of the early mornings he once cherished becomes a harbinger of the chaos that breaks earlier than expected. With time running out and the very fabric of society beginning to unravel, Luke's preparations are put to the ultimate test. Can he shield Emelia from the brutal reality of a world on the edge of destruction? And as the lines between past and future blur, will the secrets he harbors and the choices he makes be enough to alter the course of destiny? This gripping tale of survival, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds of family invites readers into a world where the end is just the beginning. Will Luke and Emelia find salvation in the sanctuary of Jungoria, or will the shadows of the past prove too formidable to escape? The answer lies within the pages, where every chapter is a countdown to the unknown, and every moment is a fight for tomorrow.

BS_Entertainment · Fantasie
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179 Chs

Clean-up Job

In the early light of dawn, with the remnants of the night's storm lingering in the cool air, we all gathered in the central square, the heart of our sanctuary.

The battlefield, now silent, lay just beyond our walls, a stark reminder of the night's brutal clash.

I stood before the assembly of volunteers, a diverse group united by a common purpose: to reclaim and honour those who had fallen in defence of our home.

I looked over the faces before me, seeing determination mingled with the weariness of the night's endeavours.

"We fought bravely," I began, my voice carrying over the gathered crowd, "and we stood together against a tide that sought to overwhelm us. But our respect for life, for the cycle of nature, does not end with victory. It extends to those who fell, both friend and foe."

I could see my words taking hold, the gravity of the task ahead settling in.