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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.
Peace_in_Chaos · 10.2K Views

Standing Next To You

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.
Avalondra · 1.6M Views

The Fake Magic Admission Letter… Was Real?

Jane was just a girl living under someone else's roof, growing up in her aunt’s house, enduring a life as humble as that of a slum dweller. Her greatest joy in life was fantasizing about the world of magic. From Harry Potter to Dragon Raja, she was captivated by those mystical stories, always dreaming that one day, a letter from a magical academy would arrive, taking her away from this place that never truly belonged to her—into another world. Yet, she never expected— Her fate had already been manipulated. The magic academy admission letter she forged… turned out to be real? Why is the ruler of the demonic realm so obsessed with her? And why does the academy’s cold-as-eternal-ice headmaster keep breaking the rules for her? He, the supreme existence, standing above all, as indifferent as a god. Yet, for her, he broke the rules again and again— Even at the cost of forsaking his duty to guide all beings. He, the proud noble heir, born to be admired, his bloodline pure. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes filled with a complicated emotion. His voice was cold, yet carried an inexplicable hesitation. “You, an ordinary mortal without any noble lineage—why were you allowed to enter this place? So… who exactly are you?” He, the king who endured a thousand years of solitude, waiting for her in the depths of darkness. He reached out his hand, his voice as deep as if it had traveled through the endless abyss of time. “If you could only choose one side—would you stand by my side, or become my enemy?”
Wenhuan_Liang · 265 Views
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