Apocalypse - World Of Zombie Games!

The world was overrun with zombies, mutated monsters, barren and deserted lands, and the sound of howling echoed everywhere. One last man lay atop a field littered with zombie corpses, gazing one final time at the image of his family. With each labored breath, blood seeped from his lips and abdomen, his eyes filled with helplessness in the face of it all. The last man on planet Blue, the sole remaining representative of humanity, his name was Memphis. Suddenly, a sound rang out, pulling him from his memories. A vague, indistinct figure was approaching him, speaking in strange, incomprehensible tones. He forced himself to grip his sword tightly, struggled to his feet, and looked off into the distance, readying himself for his final battle. Perhaps it would be the final battle of humanity on planet Blue. He did everything he could to steady himself, staring into the distance, furrowing his brow to try and see his enemy more clearly, but his injuries were too severe, he was growing weaker by the second, and even distinguishing his opponent had become an almost impossible task. In his hazy vision, shifting shadows flickered through a mist. The strange figure drew nearer, stopping about three meters from him, and Memphis could make out its form more clearly: a human? No, a humanoid figure with pale red skin, purple eyes, and a pair of small horns protruding from its head. At a glance, it could easily be mistaken for a human. The figure moved toward him, slowly raising its hand as if afraid he might attack. Its mouth uttered strange sounds that he still couldn’t decipher. They didn’t seem like enemies, but he had never encountered such beings before. Where did they come from? Why had they come to planet Blue? At that moment, a voice sounded, breaking through his thoughts. [Ding...] [The first round of the game has ended. Congratulations, player, for completing the game!] [Players who completed the game on planet Blue: 1] [The second round of the game will begin. Players, please prepare.] [Players will now be teleported to planet P.] [Countdown: 30...29...28...] At this point, Memphis could no longer fight the pain and exhaustion after so long in battle. He collapsed atop the heap of mangled flesh, looking skyward with a self-mocking smile. Since joining the game, he had considered death, whether it would be by being eaten by zombies, devoured by monsters, killed by a rival, or dying valiantly in battle like a character from a novel. But he never imagined his death would come from his wounds, lying in wait for the start of round two, certain that as soon as the next round began, he would die. His injuries were too severe; he was in no condition to keep fighting. Every breath came with blood bubbling from the corners of his mouth. He took out a pack of cigarettes, only to find it empty. As if the world were mocking him, refusing him even the simplest final pleasure before death. “Well, I’ll just lie here and wait for death. I won’t have to see myself in this sorry state anymore anyway.” [Countdown: 3...2...1] A beam of light shone down on him and the others, then more and more beams rained down, lifting him into the sky and carrying him far away. He closed his eyes, letting out a final sigh as his life ended. [System error: planet Blue player number 1 has died.] [System error: planet Blue player number 1 has died.] [System error: planet Blue player number 1 has died.] [Error correction in progress...] [Error correction complete.] [Confirmed: planet Blue player number 1 has died.] [Players who completed the game on planet Blue: 0] At this moment, his corpse was tossed aside and vanished into the endless void. In 2010, in a villa in the province of Loia, a young child was happily molding a pile of clay, sitting amid a mountain of toys, laughter echoing throughout the house. The child suddenly fell silent and toppled backward; the people around him paid no mind, assuming he’d simply played himself out. After all, children falling asleep at random was perfectly normal. However, this child slept soundly for two days without waking, and his family was thrown into a panic. They called many doctors, but all gave the same answer: the child was perfectly healthy, nothing to worry about. The child’s mother was young, perhaps because she took such good care of herself, she looked only about twenty-three or twenty-four. But now her eyes were haggard and drawn, as if she hadn’t slept in days, worry etched across her face. “Doctor, will my child be alright?” The doctor had heard this question a hundred times over the past two days. He frowned in thought, but medically speaking, he could say with certainty that the child was not ill. Two days of sleep was unusual, but perhaps it was some undiagnosed rare condition. It was a bit troublesome, but he understood a mother’s concern for her child, so he still replied in a reassuring tone: “I think your child may have suffered a minor concussion while playing. I’ve examined him very carefully. There’s nothing to worry about; he may simply be sleeping. All his organs look fine, so you can rest assured.” A man in his thirties, tall and handsome, looked utterly exhausted and worried as he held the child’s hand, gently massaging it, hoping his child would wake. His eyes brimmed with both hope and fear. Hearing the conversation outside, he left the room to embrace his wife and offer comfort: “Don’t trouble the doctor anymore, darling. I think our child will be alright.” At that moment, the child’s fingers twitched, and his blurry eyes looked around at this scene, both familiar and strange. Tears sprang to his eyes, and his sobs startled the three adults. This child was none other than Memphis, he had returned to the time when he was only five years old, once again an innocent child, no longer surrounded by zombies or beasts lurking, waiting to devour him. His parents were still alive. His father, Raphael, owned a large garment company in Loia. A successful man, yet always devoted to his family. Memphis remembered how often, as a child, his father was scolded by his mother for indulging him. He was both a father and a friend to Memphis throughout his youth. But he had died protecting Memphis and his mother from a zombie attack, ultimately taking his own life to avoid becoming a zombie himself and harming his family. His mother, Gloria, was a beautiful and talented woman who ran a jewelry company. She always took care of Memphis and deeply loved her family. But after her husband died, even after she managed to bring Memphis to a refugee center, she fell into a deep depression, and two years later, she too passed away. Now, both of them rushed to Memphis’s side and held him tight. Lying in bed, Memphis sorted through his memories. He was certain he’d died, so why was he alive again at five years old? “If I’m not mistaken, after being tossed out of the portal to round two, is it possible that the next stage isn’t on planet P?”