Ten years ago, the Apocalypse System descended upon Earth, and with it came the Gates - portals to countless dying worlds, each locked in their own unique apocalypse. 

Humanity thought they were conquering these apocalyptic realms for power and glory.
But they were wrong. The Gates were training grounds, and Earth's own apocalypse was the final exam.

When the Earth’s Apocalypse finally descended, the world fell in a matter of days.
Now, ten years after the fall, Cipher remains the only one alive in this ruined world, having only survived thanks to his Glitch Class - a power he also didn't fully understand. He's survived where billions failed, wandering the wasteland alone, until a meteor crashes down from the heavens and strikes him.

But this is no ordinary meteor. It's the remnant of a dying god, offering him one final chance: return to the past and save earth from its apocalypse. There's a catch though - the god's power is too weak to send him back with his memories or abilities intact. He would return as nothing more than an ordinary person, doomed to repeat the same fate.

Just as despair sets in, his Glitch Class activates once again, corrupting the god's power. The regression glitches - instead of losing everything, Cipher retains both his memories of the future and his Glitch Class.

He awakens in the past on the day of his original awakening - but something is wrong. The system glitches again, and he awakens his original Glitch Class for the first time. The two classes collide and merge, evolving into the Cheat Class.

Armed with knowledge of the future and a class that can acquire any skill or exploit, Cipher has one goal: conquer every apocalyptic world, accumulate overwhelming power, and face the Final Apocalypse head-on.

This time, he'll change everything.

Maya sat on a log, her posture relaxed as she observed the figure before her.


The Immortal King knelt before her, bowing deeply. His skull pressed against the dirt, his entire skeletal frame trembling.


"Awww," Maya said, tilting her head. "It's broken."


She poked him one more time, but he just kept repeating the same words, his voice hollow and mechanical.


"Well, that's a shame," she said with a sigh.


She stood up from the log and approached him, extending her hand and placing it gently on his skull.


A massive clock materialized above the Immortal King.


The hands began to spin. Slowly at first, then faster. And faster. The ticking grew deafening, the hands becoming a blur.


It spun so fast it seemed to be running out of time itself.


Chapter 162 - Broken