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The Last Stand: The Fool and the Regressor

The apocalypse is here, and it’s so overdone. Monsters? Check. Burning sky? Check. Random system that gives you powers but also wants your firstborn? Double check. In the middle of this mess are two guys who couldn’t be more mismatched if they tried: The Fool: A guy who’s spent his life perfecting the art of doing nothing. His resume includes “professional procrastinator”, “class clown”, “expert nap taker”, etc... Now he’s got to survive an apocalypse that didn’t even give him a heads-up. How rude. The Regressor: A guy who’s lived through the end of the world more times than he can count. Literally. Because he forgot. Now he’s just a brooding mess with a leather jacket and zero useful advice. When the fool realizes his classmate is a regressor, he’s like, “Great. I’m stuck with the guy who’s seen it all but remembers none of it. This’ll go well.” Yet, they will still group up and face trials that test their sanity more than their skills. But as the so-called End demands more blood and the regressor’s memories start to resurface, they realize the real apocalypse might be their inability to agree on where to hide. Fool: "Let’s hide in the basement!" Regressor: "Basements are death traps. We should go to the roof." Fool: "Roofs are for dramatic exits. I’m not dying for aesthetics!" Anyway, can a lazy dreamer and an amnesiac hero save the world? Probably not. But hey, at least they’ll have a good story to tell—if they survive. ________ __ Please note that this story is a work of fiction and a product of the author's imagination. It contains scenes of violence, death, and may not be suitable for all readers. It is intended for mature audiences only.
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between the eternity and the rift

The end of the world hides forgotten memories.Death does not mean the end, those unfulfilled obsessions and undissolved emotions will remain in reality in the form of ‘cast-offs’. The ‘recyclers’ are the executors responsible for cleaning up these residual memories. They walk between reality and nothingness, reclaiming the traces of the past and keeping the world in order. Tokiyu travels through the neon rainstorm of Cyber City, carrying out cold recycling tasks: deleting dead AI wife who lost control of her life due to obsession, disintegrating the ghost underground that devours her memories, and putting an end to the gentle curse that imprisons her dead souls with friendship. ...... But she gradually discovers that she can easily do things that are beyond the reach of other recyclers: Molts bow down to her, the memories of the dead flow like poetry in her eyes, and the detector's assessment of her always shows ‘ERROR’. ‘Are you sure you want to reveal the answer?’ The mechanical cherry blossoms in the abandoned lab, the blood-coloured countdown on the coffee machine, the overlapping figures reflected in the underground glass ...... Each case whispers the thinly veiled truth: With every recovery she performs, she's pushing herself over the precipice of existence. Humans use technology to alter the scale of life and death, and the definition of ‘alive’ is rewritten in code! ◆ Cyberpunk aesthetics x Bengali suspense structure x Philosophical discursive core ◆ A hardcore romance between data graveyard and human nature. ◆ In the doomsday scenario of memory entropy increase, asking what it means to be a human being. ‘The meaning of existence lies in choosing how to disappear.’
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