The Strange Apocalypse: The Death Simulator Knows the Future

The red fog descended, and I died.

Then I woke up. I was back seven days earlier, with a new scar across my palm

Death Simulator: Keep your memories after death, and start over without end

First death: killed by a mutant. Seventeenth death: killed by a supernatural rule. Sixty-third death: shot in the back.

A hundred and twenty-seven deaths bought me the perfect apocalypse walkthrough. I could predict monster tides, break supernatural rules, and see through people.

They called me a prophet. I’d just died more times than they had.

Until one simulation, when a girl stared at my scar and smiled:

“Your 127th time? I was in the first batch. I’ve died 3,700 times.”

“Welcome to the Narrator Selection Trial.”

The System flashed a warning: Higher-dimensional observer detected.

Three thousand seven hundred times?

Then let’s see who goes crazy first.

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Apocalyptic supernatural horrors, endless simulations, high-dimensional mind games

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This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.