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Apocalyptic Beastworld: A Farming Space Dimension to Another World

Su Yining had a recent addiction: playing a game called ‘Apocalypse Survival’ on her mobile phone!  Originally, she only played it for fun, wanting to cheer herself up after the last trouble her stepmother brewed for her.  The characters have beast-like characteristics. Adorable animal ears, fluffy tails, and big, round eyes! She instantly fell in love with the cute chibis, especially the main character. But... why did such a cute game have an apocalypse theme?  In order to help the main character survive the apocalypse, she tried to complete all the quests.  However, the more she spent her time on the game... why did the main character seem to be more and more human-like? The NPCs too! Doesn’t this technology look too advanced? They even have the real face picture version!  Until one day, a model who looked exactly like the main character showed up in her world...  Then, she found out that the cute beast doing farming quests on her phone was actually a real beast. She was building a real apocalypse survival base in the beastworld! Apocalypse. What a terrifying nightmare. And now it felt surreal that it had became a reality in another world. As she wasn't done digesting the fact about the cruel fate in the last days, she was horrified to find another shocking fact. What do you mean that her world had begun to show the signs of apocalypse too?! So, she had to farm, farm, and farm–gathering supplies for survival! Then, also hoard, hoard, and hoard crazily!  Lastly... maybe also deal with a certain cute beast who turned out to be a wolf in the sheep's clothing! [ 1v1 + Apocalypse + Space + Another World + Beastworld + Slice of Life + Game + Farming + System] Not a reverse harem!
Iridescent_Stars · 1.3k Views

Emberlyn

"Who are you?" The words hit him like a physical blow. Ethan's eyes snapped open to find himself alone in the market square, the concerned Emberlyn of his desperate hallucination nowhere to be seen. The real Emberlyn stood several feet away, staring at him with cold confusion. "Huh?" The sound escaped him like a wounded animal's whimper. 'Wasn't she just beside me? How did she suddenly end up over there?' His mind reeled, trying to reconcile the vivid embrace he'd felt with the harsh reality before him. "Who are you?" Emberlyn repeated her question, her expression filled with doubt and growing irritation. Ethan felt the world tilt beneath his feet. This was Emberlyn—his Emberlyn—the woman who had pressed kisses to his hand, who had marveled at his cooking, who had whispered sweet words against his back just yesterday morning. But she was looking at him like he was a complete stranger. "What do you mean? Who am I?" His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with disbelief and growing horror. … "EMBERLYN! PLEASE! PLEASE BELIEVE ME! I'M YOUR HUSBAND!" Ethan's cry shattered the afternoon air, raw and desperate and utterly heartbroken. The crowd that had gathered around this spectacle began to murmur among themselves. To them, Ethan was nothing more than a madman, a pathetic figure claiming to be married to the legendary Emberlyn Scarlet. After all, everyone knew she was unmarried—a fierce, independent hunter who had never shown interest in romantic entanglements. The secret they had kept so carefully to protect their love had become the very thing that destroyed it. With no proof of their marriage, no witnesses to their relationship, Ethan's desperate claims sounded like the ravings of a delusional stranger. "Shut up! You're nothing but a liar!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Don't you dare come near Lady Emberlyn again!" another voice added. The crowd's anger turned physical. Fists flew, boots connected with his ribs, and Ethan found himself at the center of a storm of violence. He curled into a ball, protecting his head as best he could, but made no effort to fight back. What was the point? His world had already ended. Through the rain of blows, he caught glimpses of Emberlyn watching with detached interest, as if observing a mildly entertaining street performance. The woman who had once kissed his wounds better now watched impassively as strangers inflicted new ones. When the crowd finally tired of their sport, they left him broken and bleeding on the cobblestones. The market square, which had moments ago been filled with shouts and violence, fell unnaturally quiet. Heavy clouds had gathered overhead while Ethan wasn't paying attention, and now they opened up in a torrential downpour. Rain fell in sheets, soaking through his torn clothes and washing the blood from his face in pink rivulets. "Emm... Berr... lyn..." he whispered, his voice lost in the sound of falling water.
Spec_Eye · 18.4k Views