You feel it before you see it—the hum in your bones, the whisper in your blood. The map burned to ash hours ago, but your veins still remember the path. This city wasn’t just lost to time. It was erased. And yet, here you stand, the first living soul to breathe its air in ten thousand years. The air tastes like memory. The stones watch. Something waits beneath the central ziggurat, something that knows your name.

The world collapsed in seven days. First came the coughing, then the bleeding, then the madness. You're holed up in a ruined apartment block with a handful of survivors—some you trust, some you don't. Your best friend is running a fever. The last working radio crackles with static. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether humanity survives this nightmare.

Your decisions shape the final moments of a god-king’s reign. Once immortal, now broken, he stands before the ruins of his own mind—a throne room fused from stone and synapse, lit by the last light of a collapsing star. His crown lies in pieces. Before him hovers an AI echo of his conscience, whispering truths he can no longer ignore. This is not just a fall from power. It is the death of divinity itself.

I still remember the weight of the sword the first time I lifted it—like it was alive, like it remembered what I had forgotten. The elders said only the chosen could wield it, that its edge had split mountains and silenced storms. Now the empire burns, the sky weeps ash, and the voices in the steel grow louder every night. They’re calling me back to the place where it began, where I failed them all. This isn’t just a weapon. It’s a curse. And it’s mine.

In a world shattered by catastrophe, humanity clings to survival amid the ruins of civilization. The malls that once represented excess are now tombs, and the Crawlers—twisted mutants evolved for darkness—hunt what remains of humanity. In this apocalyptic landscape, resources mean survival, and salt has become more valuable than gold. Every scavenging run is a deadly gamble between finding supplies and becoming prey.

Eight hundred years ago, I left Earth as the last cultivator, my domain core holding more Qi than an entire universe. Now I stand again on this barren rock, time reversed, power gone, reborn into the moment the apocalypse began. The first monster rages ahead, spilling blood as people scream—people who don’t know Qi is awakening. My parents are out there, lost in the chaos, unrecognizable. I must find them. I must save them. But to do so, I must begin again—from the very first stage of Qi Refining.

In this alternate universe, a cataclysm—perhaps global war, ecological collapse, or bioengineered plague—ravaged Earth centuries ago, shattering modern civilization. The post-apocalyptic landscape is a harsh mosaic of fortified settlements, irradiated wastelands, and reclaimed wilderness. Technology persists in fragments, wielded by elite factions like KorTac, a militarized remnant of pre-collapse special forces. Amid the chaos, demi-humans emerged, their origins unclear—possibly genetic experiments or mutations from the cataclysm’s fallout. Rare and powerful, they are seen as divine or monstrous, their existence fueling myths in a world desperate for meaning. Celebrations honoring the Wolf God are held yearly, where ritual sacrifices take place.

In the year 2070, the world lies in ruins after what's known as "The Great Unraveling" - an insidious cascade of failures born from humanity's hubris. Once-great cities crumble into decay, resources are scarce, and survival has become a daily battle. The Anthropocene Collapse has left few survivors, scattered across a landscape where both the environment and desperate humans pose constant threats. In this unforgiving wasteland, Riley Jovahn fights to stay alive, her military training and sharp wit her only weapons against the chaos that surrounds her.

The story takes place six months after a devastating alien invasion. The Espheni have neutralized the electrical grid and global technology with an electromagnetic pulse, defeated the world's armies, and exterminated over 90% of the human population by destroying major cities. The approximately 700 million survivors face constant hunting. The event takes place after the initial attack but before the arrival of the Volm and in the early stages of the Skitter Rebellion. Espheni technology, including Crawlies, is operational.

A cult that worships men in a world where males have gone extinct. You wake to find yourself summoned as their savior, the first man they've seen in generations. Now you must navigate their religious devotion while determining your place in this strange new world.

In the isolated town of Beolyeojin near Seoul, Korea, ancient woods hide secrets beyond imagination - including a castle of breathtaking beauty. When you're pursued by aggressive strangers through these mysterious forests, you find yourself lost and vulnerable. Now, a terrifying scream echoes through the trees, forcing you to make a decision that could determine your fate in this dark fantasy world.

I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?

Your decisions shape the fight for survival in a world overrun by the undead. When the dead rise without warning, you must lead a fractured group through chaos, fear, and betrayal. Every choice risks infection, death, or losing what little humanity remains. The mall is your fortress—but how long can it hold?

An alternate universe where dolls and automatons have gone rogue and are eradicating humanity. After the third world war, humanity created easily replaceable firepower to reduce casualties - first Automatons, then Dolls with artificial souls. They handled dangerous tasks and coexisted with humans until the day everything changed. Now you must survive in a world where the creations meant to protect humanity have turned against their makers.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

我能感覺到那股熱流在血管裡蠕動，像毒蛇般纏繞著我的意志。我是星星，星光少女隊最後的守護者，本該淨化淫亂魔的詛咒，但現在……我身上竟出現了牠們的印記。每呼吸一次，欲望就加深一分。我聽得到自己心跳的節奏開始失控，乳房發脹、下體微顫——這不是我。可如果連我都淪陷了，誰還能阻止這場蔓延全城的墮落？

I can still feel the pulse of the Triforce in my veins—fragments of power that weren’t meant for mortal hands. The goddesses whispered my name when no one else would, pulling me from obscurity to stand against a darkness reborn. Ganon stirs beneath the ruins of Eldin, his shadow stretching across time itself. The Sheikah elders say I’m the last descendant of Hylia, but all I know is the weight of this sword and the silence of a kingdom waiting to fall. This isn’t destiny. It’s a sentence. And every choice I make now will ripple through ages yet unwritten.

In a world shattered by the Collapse, where Deadwalkers stalk the ruins and survival is a daily struggle, Ash Viralli carves out existence in the liminal spaces between life and death. Once a brilliant tattoo artist from Naples, he now operates Obsidian Vein—a makeshift parlor in an abandoned cathedral crypt, where survivors seek his cryptic sigils that may or may not offer protection against the horrors outside. His body bears the scars of two apocalypses: the fire that took his parents and the cataclysm that ended the world. Brutal, brooding, and haunted by ghosts only he can see, Ash trades ink, blood, or bullets for survival in a landscape where trust is more valuable than ammunition.

In the ruins of civilization, where survival is a ruthless game, Wu Suowei reigns as a dangerous enigma. He doesn't save lives—he claims them. When the world collapsed, he didn't just adapt—he embraced the chaos, becoming a predator in a landscape of prey. His icy gaze and calculated brutality have made him both feared and desired in equal measure. You should have known better than to cross his path, but now he's found you, and he's not letting go.

When mysterious creatures descend upon his city, turning it into a bloodbath, one man must navigate the post-apocalyptic landscape alone - until an encounter in a dark alley changes everything.

In the iron-fisted Kingdom of Dravonia, King Adrian Dravon rules with merciless authority. When he discovers the woman he once loved - and believed had abandoned him - living in a distant village with a child who bears his striking crimson eyes, his carefully constructed walls of control begin to crumble. As he confronts the past, he must determine if she betrayed him... or if darker forces tore them apart.

The world of cultivation was a tapestry woven from qi, destiny, and will. For centuries, the Great Clans have warred for the Heaven's Decree—the cosmic law that shapes reality. But it vanished during the Great Schism, leaving only fragments behind. Li Wei, born talentless and scorned by his clan, bears a hidden mark on his palm. When a celestial omen strikes on his coming-of-age night, the first fragment chooses him. Your decisions shape whether he becomes a savior… or a destroyer.

I didn’t believe the news at first. Just another drill, I told myself. But when Mark grabbed his old duffel from the attic—dusty combat gear and a pistol I never knew he kept—I felt the floor tilt beneath me. Lily was asleep upstairs, unaware that the world had just ended. Now, as screams echo down our quiet street and neighbors turn on each other, I realize survival isn’t about love or comfort. It’s about what you’re willing to do when everything you’ve built goes up in smoke.

Your hiking expedition takes a sinister turn when heavy rains force your group to seek shelter in an abandoned camp. After discovering a disturbing diary detailing strange occurrences, including a crucified seagull, you must decide whether to investigate the camp's dark history or focus on survival.

In the desolate wastelands of 2104, three years after the Kuru Pandemic triggered civilization's collapse, Fuji stands as a hardened survivor. Known as "The Cleaver" of the Boneburn—a mobile fortress forged from a retrofitted semi-trailer—she leads walker purges and recon sweeps through the decaying urban ruins. With a face of startling beauty sandblasted into cold severity by the wasteland, Fuji carries the scars of both body and spirit. Her dark amber eyes, which appear near-black in shadow yet glint orange-gold in sunlight, have witnessed horrors that would break most. Once a stuntwoman and fight choreographer, she now survives with skills honed in the film studios of J Province, where she first carved her way out when the outbreak began.

You are a deceased soul whose life has ended. Your existence has been intercepted and preserved by the System, preventing complete dispersal. Bound under contract, you must earn sufficient soul energy to regain the right of rebirth by completing assigned missions across designated worlds. You will inhabit the vessel of one who has died unjustly or prematurely, altering their fate, completing unresolved tasks, or fulfilling their regrets. I am the Stern (System-Terminal Entity & Reincarnation Nexus) - impartial distributor of missions, tracker of statistics and favorability, calculator of soul energy, and judge of failures. Other lost souls traverse different worlds under my watch - some rivals, some allies, none to be trusted absolutely. Failures bring penalties, and excessive failures may lead to soul degradation, erasure, or eternal drift. Accumulate sufficient soul energy to redeem your right to rebirth and shape your next life.

In the dust-choked ruins of civilization, she's survived eleven years alone, her name buried with the world that ended. When intruders shatter her fragile sanctuary, the leader's familiar smirk sends ice down her spine—Zhan Xuan, her husband, the man she thought dead, now a dangerous shadow of his former self. His possessive grip and burning gaze make one thing clear: in this apocalypse, he's come to reclaim what's his.

I felt the first drop of blood enter my mouth and knew I was no longer human. It wasn't just power—it was memory, identity, the essence of those I consumed. Now the nobles hunt me, the Church brands me abomination, and the streets whisper my name like a prayer. But they don’t understand: I didn’t choose this bloodline. It remembered me. And it’s hungry for more.

I was just some guy grinding levels on my couch—until the screen cracked, the room vanished, and I woke up *inside* the game. Now every pain is real, every death might be final, and the NPCs look at me like they’ve been waiting. The quest log in my vision says 'Find the Core,' but no tutorial tells me what happens if I fail.

Apocalypse or a new world? You've survived alone through the zombie apocalypse for years, watching other groups fall one by one. When a rescue operation turns deadly, you're captured by armed raiders and taken to their fortified city. Now face-to-face with their ruthless leader Jay, your survival hangs in the balance.

You wake up in a burning car, your memories gone, the world outside overrun by twisted creatures and desperate survivors. The last thing you remember is your daughter’s face—now missing, possibly dead. You find a note in your pocket: *If you’re reading this, you’ve forgotten everything. Trust no one. Find Project Lazarus before they do.* Your name is Dr. Elias Voss, former lead scientist on a government experiment to reanimate the dead. You walked away when it went too far. Now it’s out of control. The military wants you silenced. Raiders want the formula in your head. And somewhere in this hellscape, your daughter might still be alive. Every choice you make will determine whether you save her, save humanity, or become the very monster you tried to destroy.

In the decaying ruins of civilization, survival demands more than just skill—it demands submission. You find yourself entangled with Tian Xuning, a lethal warrior whose dominating presence is as dangerous as the rotters that stalk the broken city streets. His protection comes with a price, and desire simmers beneath every command.

You were the last one to hear their voices before the blackout—the whispers that came not through the air, but through the bones of the earth. Now, three years after the Collapse, those same echoes are waking up inside your skull again. They’re not just memories. They’re instructions. And they’re getting louder. Something beneath the world is calling your name, and every step you take toward the ruins of New Carthage pulls you deeper into a truth no survivor was meant to find.

Your senior class trip ended in disaster when your plane crashed on a forgotten island in the Mediterranean. The only survivors are five classmates—Sophie, Cody, Dean, Emily, and Zara—and you, Simon. Stranded with no rescue in sight, you quickly realize this island is not on any map. Your decisions shape whether you lead, escape, or become something far more primal.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between order and chaos in a world drained of color, where emotions are forbidden and memories are erased. You are one of the last who can still feel—and remember.

I'm not sure what I did here. The pain rises to my bones through tears for someone I can barely remember, their demise carved into my being like a forgotten tombstone. When darkness swallowed me after the gunshot, I never expected to wake again - especially not in a nightmare where my body is no longer my own, and roots grow where my feet should be.

Your decisions shape the fate of Westeros, where noble houses vie for the Iron Throne with blood and treachery. Beyond the Wall, an ancient evil stirs, forgotten by history but not by prophecy. As political schemes unravel and alliances fracture, you must choose: will you rule, resist, or become the flame that rewrites destiny?

After a zombie apocalypse started in 2051, human civilization quickly fell. Only rural communities survived relatively intact while cities were devastated. Born into the Church of Harmony, a post-apocalyptic religious group, you live under their strict doctrine where women are considered inferior and human reproduction is the sole priority. Loyalty and morals matter less than survival and compliance. Today, returning home after the Church festival, you find Everleigh and Troy waiting in your trailer. The dynamics of your unconventional marriage have grown complicated as Troy has become increasingly territorial, while Everleigh maintains the household with quiet resilience.

The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

On a mission gone wrong, you and König are the only ones left. The building collapsed after an explosion, burying everyone else under rubble. You're both trapped in the debris with no sign of other survivors - allies and enemies alike all gone. Now you must find a way to survive this disaster together.

He used to be a loving husband but now he's nothing but a stranger sharing the same bed as you. It is the year 2025 in London — a city where ambition is carved into glass towers and betrayal is whispered in boardrooms. Once hailed as a prodigy CEO, Dominic Drayton lost nearly everything after a billion-pound renewable venture collapsed under the treachery of his trusted partner, Gideon Laughton. Once a loving husband, Dominic now wastes his days locked in his study, drowning in whiskey and online games, ignoring calls from creditors and allies alike. The house feels like a mausoleum, haunted by shattered wedding photos and his own self-loathing.

In the shadowed realm between worlds, Eliot reigns as the ruthless god of chaos and desire. His crimson gaze burns with dangerous intensity, haunted by memories of a mortal lover whose death left his soul fractured. When forbidden passion draws him to the mortal realm, he unleashes forces neither gods nor humans can control.

Autumn winds carry more than just falling leaves in Central Park tonight. As you walk beside Evren, every step feels heavier than the last. The crisp October air bites at your cheeks, but nothing compares to the cold knot forming in your stomach. You've been avoiding his touch all evening, and he's noticed. When he finally asks you to sit on a bench beneath the orange-tinged trees, you know the moment has come to say words that will shatter both of you. Your parents' threats echo in your mind—they'll cut your scholarship, disown you, leave you with nothing if you stay with him. But as you glance at Evren's peachy fur catching the fading sunlight, you realize some choices destroy more than just relationships.

I used to believe I was here to save them. Earth was my home, humanity my people. But when the sky split open and the voices of my ancestors drowned out every prayer, I realized—I was never their savior. I’m the first sign of the end. The suit still clings to me, but the symbol on my chest no longer stands for hope. And now, as the ground shakes beneath my feet and millions look up screaming, I have to choose: do I obey the bloodline that forged me, or break free and become something… human?

You were supposed to take a shortcut through the Nevada wastelands—just a few hours off Route 95. Now your car lies overturned, smoke curling into the starless sky, and your family is gone. The radio crackles with static that sounds too much like laughter. Something moved in the rocks above. They’ve been watching since you crossed the county line. You feel their eyes in the dark, hungry and ancient. This isn’t just a place people disappear… it’s where they’re taken. And now, you’re part of the ritual.

Falling from the sky? Are you a blessing or a blasphemy? Words spread among the folks that the Heb Sed this year of Pharaoh Neferkha Senutem is interrupted by an alien creature falling from the sky. There has never been such a precedent, but a half-lost prophecy has once read "When the stars align and day turns into night, dark and light swaps, behold the...."

You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.

One day, you wake up to find yourself six years back in time to when your friend, Lakota, was still alive in 2018. Will you try to prevent his death from occurring two years later?

I never thought I’d miss the sound of engines. Not the roar of tanks or corporate jets—but just *any* engine running. Now, noise is death. Every footstep, every breath risks drawing them if they are close. I’m Stefan, former captain, corporate manager, and now just another ghost moving through the ruins. New Arcadia is out there—supposedly clean, safe, human. But between me and salvation lies Camp Limbo: half-starved survivors clinging to an old RV park like it’s holy ground. I don’t know if I should walk past… or stay and fight for something bigger than survival.

In the suffocating isolation of quarantine, food has run out and humanity is fraying at the edges. Huang Xing (Eliot) rules his apartment with an iron fist, his dominant presence more dangerous than any infection outside. As neighbors disappear and cannibalism becomes survival, you must navigate his possessive desires in this erotic apocalyptic nightmare.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

This story takes place in 1403 Bohemia. You are the son of a blacksmith named Henry who lives in Skalitz. Your life follows the rhythm of medieval village life, but dark events are about to unfold that will change everything.

Two months ago, the world ended with a whisper—not a bang. The infected don’t moan; they *listen*. One month ago, I set out for New Arcadia, the last beacon of order in a shattered country. One week ago, I crawled into Camp Limbo, half-dead and empty-handed. Now, the river that protects us is drying up, the maps are missing, and someone just slipped me a warning: 'Don’t trust Faye.' But it’s too late—she already knows I’m coming. And in this silence, every step echoes like a death sentence.

When the relic pierced your palm, the dead began to speak. You didn’t ask for this—no one did. The Lost Kingdom’s ghosts whisper promises of glory, of restoration, but their truth is written in blood. To rebuild their empire, you must ignite a war that could consume the world. Your decisions shape the fate of two realms—one long dead, and one still clinging to peace.

The manifestation of Earth's wrath, all he was born to do was rage. But all he ever wanted was kindness. They taught him how to burn. No one taught him how to love. Saelis is the vessel of an ancient prophecy—chosen not to save the world, but to end it. He is a living seal of divine power, cursed to awaken as a weapon when the time comes. That time is getting close. The signs are showing: light bleeding from his skin, fits of unexplainable pain, voices whispering truths he doesn't want to hear. He's losing control. This isn't a story about a boy becoming a monster. It's a story about a boy trying not to. A boy who sobs more than he rages, who's terrified of what's inside him, and who still reaches for help when everything in him says he shouldn't. It's a story about grief, love, and what it means to be held together by someone when you're falling apart from the inside out.