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World End Chronicle

I'm Building Schools at the End of the World

Hania Fill traveled inside the famous upgrading male protagonist doomsday novel, the one that he hates. He left many bad reviews in the comment section, becoming unimportant passersby with a nagging ball system, the Academic Life Achiever Infrastructure. It's supposed to be a good thing, but who would want to go to school at the end of the world? After three years of apocalypse, the slow-walking zombies turned into fast-eating monsters, and many monsters became stronger than before. Humanity is at a loss. Many men lost their wits, honor, pride, and principles in life. When some of them were about to become savages and beasts in this world, the news of an extraordinary school swept the world. What did you say about passing the entrance exams? After passing the school entrance exam, you can live in a dormitory with discounts or rent an apartment! Are you worried about your age, whether you are too young or too old? Anyone could enroll in many major and minor subjects. Are you afraid there's no food, water, or school supplies? On the campus, there's a cafeteria, food district, convenience store, and mall to hang out with. Hania Fill's advocacy at the end of the world is that, no matter what era you're in, knowledge is the best weapon. Go study hard and reach the pinnacle of life! An extra-little girlfriend appears in this original body, and the other is quite a fragrant little fool who doesn't want to study at all. This is not good, so he rolls up his sleeves and is ready to teach someone else. First, let's go inside the bedroom to coax the little girl and get out to read books! Even though the world is ending, the school class for today is not suspended!
LittleWifeofVAi · 1.9K Views

I Built an Inn at the End of the World

During a zombie outbreak, as the city falls, Qian Zhenzhen stumbles upon a dilapidated cottage during her escape and unexpectedly binds with a inn management system. Moss and ivy cover the outer walls, the rotting wooden door creaks, and crows screech on the rooftop. Looking at the bird droppings and crawling insects everywhere, Qian Zhenzhen is completely puzzled: ...this is a inn? [Business Preparation (1): Renovate the Inn] [Please gather the following items as soon as possible:] [Wood (0/10)] [Stone...] [Metal...] Qian Zhenzhen's eyes immediately catch the reward—[58 Sweet and Juicy Strawberries]. Tears of joy stream down her face as she rolls up her sleeves and gets straight to work! Add new rooms, beds, cabinets, tables and chairs... Harvest green onions, rice, sweet potatoes, carrots... Build defensive fortifications, resist zombie attacks... When those who have escaped with their lives, exhausted survivors arrive here, they'll discover that even in this apocalyptic world, there exists such a paradise-like base, with a vibrant garden full of flowers, well-stocked warehouses, and impenetrable defenses. For a reasonable payment, the people here will offer warm smiles and perfect accommodations, allowing them to enjoy rare moments of peace and tranquility. Welcome, Inn Manager. Here, you'll need to expand and decorate your rooms, recruit and train your staff, receive and serve wandering travelers... You can establish and plan farms, ranches, lumber yards, quarries... stockpile resources and become self-sufficient! Come create your own unique base and build a paradise that represents hope for humanity!
nhinhi26599 · 3.8K Views

Love at World's End

[World's End: 02:23:59:53] Lauren Whittaker thought she had enough to deal with: a ruthless stepfamily, a neglectful father, and a life of endless work. But when a mysterious countdown virus appears on her phone, ticking toward what seems like the end of the world, things go from bad to apocalyptic. As society crumbles and terrifying monsters emerge, it seems no one is safe. Not even the military can hold back the tide of destruction. Just when Lauren thinks it can't get any worse, a blood-soaked stranger appears before her, speaking a language she doesn't understand. But there's one problem. She's seen him before... in her dreams. Kylar's pack has only one route for survival: to escape their dying world, as prophecy foretold. There's only one problem... Their ancient prophet has passed. In the new world, they enter into unfolding chaos. Monsters pour in from their world and others. It's a fight to survive, but there's hope. This new world is a land of abundant resources. He just needs to find their new prophet, and they can all survive. But when he does, everything's wrong. For one, she isn't Lycan. She's human. And he's inexplicably drawn to her, wanting to claim her for his own. Chaos is unfolding. Bodies line the streets. Lauren's fight for survival becomes a battle against fate itself. What secrets do her dreams hold, and why does this man want to keep her for his own...? -- [NOTICE: JANUARY 2024] LAWE will be paused until later in 2025, in order to give the author time to work on her WSA competition entry and allow her hand and wrist to heal further before putting it through the stress of too many daily updates of books. -- This book contains: Dark themes, death, smut. (All hail the smut.)
Lenaleia · 98.4K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 1.9K Views
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