State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
The morning the next day, four people kneeled in the throne room before the Empress, two men, and two women, all dressed in regal attire befitting royalty.
They were her children, grieving as they expressed sadness for the death of their father. But soon after, the Empress snapped her finger as four royal guards brought forth a box each, setting them before each of the prince and princess respectively. "This is the fruits of your father's labour."
"This is?" The eldest prince opened the box, staring at the tiny jackfruit within, wondering what it was. Only then did he notice that the royal guard before him, the same person he was used to seeing daily, appeared strangely…strong?
'No, it's not him alone.' The eldest prince was able to feel that all the royal guards seemed a lot stronger than usual. His gaze then fell on his mother, the Empress, only now noticing that she seemed even stronger than the others. Moreover, she seemed to have aged in reverse, at least by a decade.