Apocalypse: Building And Hoarding My Way Through.
Scarlett Jerkins' dream was simple: wealth and the freedom to indulge. But when she let love in, she regretted it as her life was brutally cut short by her husband's family, ending a six-month coma but fate had other plans. Ding! {You've awakened the Echo System.} Scarlett's eyes flickered open to an unfamiliar world, guided by an enigmatic system that revealed her new reality: an apocalypse world where monsters born from history deceased roamed free. She discovered that she was among the chosen members chosen by the system destined to save humanity. But this newfound purpose felt like a curse. Having escaped death only to face it again was a cruel twist of fate. And to make matters worse, her life was now tied to Garvin Johnson, her former rude, spoilt brat boss, whom she must protect at all costs. As she navigates this treacherous realm, she must confronts twisted creatures born from history's deceased. With the three elements at her command, she must gather resources, slay monsters, and safeguard Garvin. Scarlett's drive for survival becomes a quest for redemption, fueled by her past traumas and newfound purpose. As stakes escalate, Scarlett and Garvin face impossible choices, forging alliances with other chosen members who were handsome men and confronting enemies in a desperate bid to ensure humanity's survival.
Are We All Dead?
Waiting for them were more of Victor's soldiers.
The moment the soldiers spotted the group, they opened fire. But just then, Scarlett, Larry, and Maya arrived, already cloaked in invisibility. The instant they touched the other survivors, they became invisible too. Without hesitation, they pulled the survivors to the ground for safety. Meanwhile, Scarlett and Larry launched into action, wielding their fire-element swords with deadly precision, severing the soldiers' heads from their bodies in a whirlwind of flames and destruction.
The growls of monsters echoed through the air, drawn by the screams and anguished cries of the dying soldiers. But Scarlett didn't waver. Her movements were relentless, every swing of her blade fueled by rage and determination. Blood splattered across her face and clothes, but she cared little. Her focus was singular eliminate the threat.