Alan, a young science teacher, finds himself and millions of other, forced by alien invaders to participate in absurd VR "Apocalypse Games." Desperate to save his sick daughter, he took the path of gun and sword, embarking on a journey to become one of the top players in this deadly virtual world. All were forced to survive a series of different apocalypse scenarios: Ice age, Nuclear Fallout, AI Meltdown, Apex predators, etc. all for one promise: [Defeat all rounds and we will leave your world in peace] Every year, with less than 10% managed to survive, the whole world would watch the games in terror as their loved ones suffered and died. After seven grueling years, Alan and his team become the last hope for humanity. But even their valiant efforts end in defeat. Alan loses everything—his comrades, his daughter, and the hope of mankind. Given a second chance, equip with the knowledge of the game's secrets and the future, will this simple science teacher succeed in saving the world? ---------------- Author Notes: This is my fifth Novel, i believe this one will show all my experience after writing 2000+ chapters and being Top 20 Webnovel Authors for 3 years. Its VR + Squid games + Apocalypse movies If you like any of those you will like this one #SmartMC #System #FullpackAction #Magic #MartialArts #Mecha #Vampire # Werewolf #Zombies #Bloodlines #Alien #War #Romance#SliceofLife #PopCulture Check out Apocalypse Game VIDEO TRAILER and COMIC TEASER on www.avans.xyz
Under the gray, foreboding skies, a battalion of 600 soldiers in crisp uniforms advanced, determination clear in their eyes. As they entered the town's perimeter, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed through the air, signaling their assault on the Nazi soldiers who had occupied the area. With every step, the ground resonated with their synchronized march, a powerful force moving with a singular goal.
These weren't ordinary soldiers. They were players, and participants in an intense virtual game that mirrored real-world war zones. Their confidence was palpable, not just from their numbers but from the heavy machinery they brought along. Lined behind them, armored vehicles, painted in dark hues with turrets primed, rumbled forward, their engines growling like predatory beasts. The sight alone was enough to send a message of dominance.