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Perilous Trail End Of The Line

I Summoned The End of The World

The end of the world didn’t come with fire, war, or a nuclear countdown. It came with a System Notification. One moment, Kang Hyun-woo was just another office worker, stuck in a routine life. The next, the sky fractured like glass, revealing dungeons, monsters, and floating towers from other dimensions. Earth wasn’t alone anymore. The System had arrived, merging realities, game worlds, and forgotten dimensions into one. Millions of people vanished into Tutorial Towers, given powerful classes to survive the apocalypse. But Hyun-woo? He was left behind. He wasn’t chosen. He wasn’t guided. The System hesitated, as if he wasn’t supposed to exist. Then, the message appeared. > [UNREGISTERED ENTITY DETECTED. PROCESSING… PROCESSING…] [CLASS ASSIGNED: SUMMONER.] [TITLE ACQUIRED: HE WHO SUMMONS THE END.] Summoner. A class considered weak, barely useful. Three starting summons—a slime, a wolf pup, and a raven. But then Hyun-woo realized something terrifying. The System didn’t choose him. He chose it. Unfinished words from a novel he once wrote—the worlds, the monsters, the dungeons—they weren’t random. They were his. And if that was true… Then he was the one who summoned the end of the world. Now, trapped in a collapsing reality, hunted by both monsters and humans, Hyun-woo must evolve, adapt, and uncover the truth. Because if he doesn’t figure out the System’s real purpose… Then he won’t just die. He’ll watch as everything he created destroys itself.
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Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
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