《I Survived and Came Back to Apocalyptic Earth》


 1.1 : The day a killer got summoned and left her family behind

    It is a quite popular saying that ''one small change can lead to a very large difference in the future''...also known as the butterfly effect. Sometimes, I wonder, if that day....that unlucky day when I got summoned by a shitty god to partake in some amusement game created by his fellow gods, was the small change that became the catalyst....starting a chain reaction, which no one was able to stop.


    Probably, many did try but luckily or should I say, unfortunately, no one succeeded to stop the reaction.


    The reaction grew and grew and grew and grew!! until it finally stopped. The precise stopping time of the reaction would be ten minutes and 32 seconds in the past.


    But it has already done its work, wreaking havoc and turning this Earth....which I remembered as a beautiful planet, filled with gorgeous green plains, shimmering rivers, calming sky....into a planet I can no longer recognize.


    The gorgeous green plains now littered with human bodies. The shimmering rivers are still flowing, except instead of blue water it''s dark red blood. The calming skies raging with thunder and black clouds...the chain reaction really did bring apocalypse upon this beautiful planet, ah! sorry, I mean, used to be a beautiful planet.


    Seeing all this...I cannot help but sigh and look at the culprits of this chain reaction.


    One clinging to my left side, the second one to my right side and the third one kneeling down in front of me.


    "Haaaahhhhhhh... how did this happen?" is the first thing I say to them, my face totally lost and exhausted.


    "Bwah! HA! aha! Fmmmm, M-MOTHER!! Wahhhhh!! aha, aha! WHERE DID YOU GO!!?? WHY DID YOU SUDDENLY DISSAPERAR??!! Bwaaaaahhhh, ha, uaaa!!"


    yes, that''s right. All three culprits are my children. The one on the left bawling quite loudly as she pushes her throat to the max strength is my daughter Lily. She has grown so big, I barely even recognize her anymore, but her crying is still the same and the pigtail hair I recommended her is still the same.


    "Hn! fmm, ha, ha, welcome... hnh! hnh! back mother" this one on the right who''s trying her best to keep her tears inside is also my daughter Emerald. She still looks quite similar, though her height has increased a bit. She also still has the same Bob cut haircut.


    "..."


    as for the last one who''s silent and just kneeling down is my son Leon. He has also changed quite a lot, though he doesn''t speak still his intentions get through. It seems like he''s the only one who has changed his hairstyle...but I guess this one suits him more.


    I look up straight once more, from top of this hill, looking at the sorry state this earth has become because of my children. I see a few people stealing stuff from the dismembered dead corpses and quite nostalgically think about the day this chain reaction probably began.


    I still feel like it was just yesterday...even though it has already been 23 years since I finally got to see my lovely Children who are unfortunately no longer innocent. For them, only 5 years have passed. I really am quite shocked at how they turned earth into literal hell in only 5 years, I should be impressed...right?


    "C''mon you three. Mother has returned after a very long time, take me home. It hasn''t been destroyed, right?" I really hope it''s not, I spent a lot of money and time into building that mansion.


    "No, mother. All of your treasures are very safe" now he speaks, still calm as ever


    "Well...Let''s go then. It seems like we have a LOT...and I mean a LOT of things to catch up on"


    Yes, I need to know everything. It''s crucial for me to know, how!? It''s important for me to know as a mother, how did my children become the doom of this planet. Also, throw a little bit of my time in the other world too you know, they deserve to know what their awesome mother has done in these past years.


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    It was 23rd March of 2020. The sky was covered with light clouds, sun rays trying to reach the surface through the tiny gaps between the clouds. The summer was about to come and I was sitting on the bench at the park. It was not for jogging or anything like that, I have a personal park behind my mansion...so why the hell was I there?


    To put it simply, it''s a killing contract.


    The target just walked past me a few minutes ago, from what I gathered, it would take him roughly 20 minutes before he will pass by me again.


    It was a much simple contract compared to the countless I have taken, there should have been no problem and to the end, there were no problems.


    It was quite a smooth job. The target wasn''t anyone special, it was a simple Man...though an abusive one. He would abuse his wife and son during the night, really just a normal stressful person, but it seems like he pushed the boundaries a bit too far and finally pushed the wife beyond her limit.


    The feeling of revenge and hatred took over the wife''s reasoning and she called us to help. Usually, I don''t pay heed to the small contracts like these, I mean, I don''t want every abused person to just call us and ask us to kill the target of their hatred but this one turned out to be a little special.


    It turns out that the abused mother was my childhood neighbour from the slums. So I just had to help her, I mean how can I ignore the call of my used to be neighbour and potential childhood friend.


    and so, here we are. It will most likely take him five more minutes to pass by here.


    and that''s how much it took, he again passed by me.


    Now another 20 minutes.


    hmm? why didn''t I do anything? well, I was waiting for him to go to the washroom of the toilet. According to the observations I made in the past few days, he always goes to the washroom a few meters away from me after walking for a long time.


    and that''s what he did that day too.


    "*clap* *clap*"


    the moment he went to the washroom, I clapped twice and two men came from behind a tree. Both wearing worker uniforms and placed the ''currently off-limit'' sign outside the washroom.


    It was time for me to stop enjoying nature and get back to work. I remember, the feeling of sadness and sorrow I felt while getting up from that comfortable bench but work was work.


    I gave my approval and thumbs up to my two workers, walked past them and into the men''s washroom which was not off-limits. The two workers bowed to show their respects and I nodded to appreciate their work.


    It wasn''t my first time seeing a men''s washroom. I had seen my fair share of men''s washroom and this one had to be given 4/10. It could have been worse but at least the walls are not decorated with piss.


    I walked to the only closed cubical and stood outside. The man was inside and I waited for him to flush.Stolen novel; please report.


    ...


    ...


    "Gghrsssssghs" the sound came, signifying that he finished his business and also that it was time for me to start mine.


    I raised my right leg, gripped the left leg on the dirty floor. I applied a little force to my muscles and kicked the door open.


    "*THUNK!*" "Huh! Ahhhhh! who are you! what''s a freaking woman doing here!! get out! get out! you dirty whor¡ªmmmggg!!mmmmm!!hnnn!!"


    AAaaahhhh, men really are quick to call a woman out of their reach, a ''whore''. This self-dignity is a dangerous thing I tell you. But as I was saying, the door kicked open inside and slammed the door. The cubicles were big so he wasn''t hurt, the moment he saw me, a bunch of nuisance came out of his mouth, his ego got hurt, almost called me a whore to protect his fragile ego but I tapped his talkative mouth quickly.


    There were grunting noises coming from him but let''s ignore that.


    Before killing my target, there''s always this one thing that I like to do. It''s called the game of truth, let''s see how this game works with this guy.


    "I will ask a few questions, answer with yes and no. Shake head vertically for yes and horizontally for no. Simple right?!"


    "mmmmgghh!!! gghhhh!"


    but, of course, he wasn''t listening. Anger had got through his brain, being played by a woman like this probably damaged his ego. Many of them are always like this, they just don''t listen, so often times I need to take some measure you can say to make them play my game.


    Now, what measure did I take for this guy? I can''t quite remember. Now, cmon, remember, remember, I think I cut...no, maybe burn..hmm, not burning... the medicine was also no...uhhhh...AH! I remembered! Jeez, how did I forget this one? It was quite good, let me tell you, hahaha


    I took out my trusty knife from the backpack and started writing on his forehead.


    At first, he was angry, mad, furious at being tapped by a woman but the change of expressions after that was quite fun. The first change was probably when he saw me taking my cutesy knife out, why cute? it has a light pink grip with cute bunnies drawn on it, and why bunnies? because I love them, I mean how can you not love such adorable furballs of cuteness.


    But back to the less interesting topic than bunnies, the change in expression was from angry, rowdy into an uncertain, confused and doubtful one. He was probably thinking the right thing but didn''t wanna accept it, so I had to make him accept it.


    The tip of the bunny knife touched the top left of his forehead, the moment the tip made contact with the skin, blood started coming out. Bunny really was a sharp one, haahhh, how much I miss him. The blood flowed up to his eyelids and few drops dropped on his naked thighs. His eyes clearly seeing his own blood dripping down his eyelids.


    His next course of action should have been to violently shake his body, he also probably wanted to but couldn''t. Why? well, there''s an extreme muscle relaxant gas in this washroom. This gas makes the muscle so relaxed that he can''t move them even if he desperately wanted to but he will still feel pain. Why it doesn''t affect me? Of course, I have a mask filter on. Then how he knows that I''m a woman if the mask is covering my face? it''s because of my frilly long dress and such a mature and sexy voice.


    Realizing why I have a mask on and why he can''t move his muscle, the expression changed again. It went into a fearful, scared and horrid one.


    But I can''t stop here, I have to complete the game after all.


    I moved the knife on his forehead with a very little force and with small cursive letters wrote the word ''Abusive Dad''.


    ''Abusive'' on top and ''Dad'' below it. As expected, tons of blood flowed out, his face was covered with his own red blood, several streams of blood on his shirt which flowed from the forehead and went along his thighs and onto the floor. It really did look like a shimmering river.


    Of course, there was no end to his screams. Being able to only scream, not able to move his body and seeing someone draw on his forehead was most likely was broke him.


    The game got halfway over, now it was time to enter the finishing parts of the game.


    I removed the tape from his mouth and a lot, I mean a lot of drool came running out of his mouth. It was quite funny, I think I laughed too, it was really bad manners from me.


    The look of absolute despair on his face, feeling of complete hopelessness, helplessness and ability to do nothing but suffering was what I was looking for.


    "So, Mr. Jack. How does it feel to be in the same shoe as your wife and son?"


    His eyes wide opened, probably realizing why he was being tortured.


    "Mr. Jack. I know it''s unfair, you just beat them, play questionable sadistic games with them and in return, you have to suffer something much worse"


    His lips start quivering, tears falling from his red eyes.


    "Mr. Jack is this what you did to your son?"


    I took a nail cutter out from the same backpack, seeing which he realized what I was going to do. After all, now I wasn''t going to exaggerate like before, it wasn''t necessary anymore, I was just going to do the exact same things he did to his family, no less, no more.


    "no....No...No..NO!NO!NO!NO! SORRY!AHHHHHH!FORGVE!!!PHORGIB!!NOOOOOOOOOO!GHAAAA!STOP!STOP!STOP!STOP!"


    It isn''t what you are thinking, the nail cutter was not used to cut his nails. His entire body was being pinched by the nail cutter. A small amount of flesh going forcefully into the space inside the cutter, getting pinched so hard that marks get left behind...it was quite an appropriate scream. The same was for his son, but Mr. Jack didn''t mind so I also didn''t mind.


    "Mr. Jack do you want more? you did things like this to your son. You probably enjoy doing it to your son, but I can''t blame you, after all, I''m doing the same to you. But you know Mr. Jack, if you inflict pain, then you must also be prepared to experience it"


    "Sorry.....Sorry...sunny....I.....sorry..." said the man with a deep regretful voice, his sorry excuse of a voice showing the regret in his heart. His self-loathing voice showing the inner fight he''s having with his sins.


    "Why did you abuse them? was it for fun and plays?" there''s nothing wrong if that''s the case


    "..."


    "C''mon tell me, you are going to die anyways in just a few minutes. So better confess and feel a little bit light for a bit" it was time to see if the whole game paid off and luckily it did. He got persuaded easily, then he confessed everything.


    The wife became pregnant before age, quite a common story in slums. Due to culture, the man was forced to marry her and look after them but unfortunately, he was an ambitious man. He wanted to achieve something in life, but got tied down by family matters and couldn''t do anything.


    And just like usual, his frustration got the best of him and took his frustration out on the wife and child who killed his ambitions. But when did the venting of frustration became pleasure...he also doesn''t know.


    These types of stories are quite common if you go into less developed parts of the country...but well, what can I do. My job is to complete killing contracts and not to make this world a better place.


    I could have also done the cigarette play he did with his wife but there was no need for that. He had already realized his mistakes and regrets them, so it was time to finish it...but that was a lie, though just a little...the actual reason being that I was in a hurry. There was a very important and crucial thing to do in the next hour. I would have gladly taken my life if I missed it but fortunately, I didn''t.


    I quickly finished the job, cleaned my hands, changed into a fresh set of gothic style black dress and moved out of the washroom. The two workers were, of course, keeping a watch outside. I took off the mask and handed it to them, told them to take care of things inside, thanked them for their hard work and with quick steps ran to my car and drove off to my urgent location.


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    *Outside the Washroom*


    Two people dressed in work clothes were standing outside the washroom as if keeping a lookout. The ''off-limits'' sign in front of them. After a wait of roughly 15 minutes, a pink-haired woman in the black gothic dress came out of the men''s washroom. No matter how one saw it, it was really a strange occurrence but the two men didn''t find it strange and bowed to the woman.


    They took her orders and went inside.


    "Senior Williams, how do we get rid of the gas?" asked the shorter one of the two. Their faces were difficult to see because of the mask.


    "It will naturally become neutral and harmless after 30 minutes" replied the senior of the man in a heavy, burly voice


    "But Senior, this gas is really too good. Who developed such a tool?" curiosity taking over his thoughts


    "Well, you just joined a week ago so it''s natural you don''t know. It''s made by Lady Melissa herself" a clear admiration and respect coming from his voice


    "WOOooowww, Lady Boss is really the top killer. I hope I can come at least close to boss''s level" his voice resolute to improve himself


    "Yeah, yeah, you can try. Everyone wants to catch up to Lady''s skills but you better not" warned the burly man with a worried tone


    "huh? why? is senior jealous, eh? eh? eh? AAAAHHHH!" he suddenly screamed while walking close to the cubical.


    "See? this is what I meant" said the senior as he was already somewhat used to the scene before him


    The cubical walls were covered with nothing but blood. The man''s head not to be seen where it should be, instead a windpipe being exposed to the air with a little bit of blood still spurting out of the chopped area.


    Looking a bit down, Junior saw the head. The expression on its face of someone who has seen a pure manifestation of cruelty with the words ''Abusive Dad'' written on his forehead. He probably died of shock before his head even got chopped off.


    "Si-si-sir...is..this the Bo-b..Boss''s doing..." the junior not wanting to believe that something so gruesome could be done.


    "Well, get used to it and take it as a lesson to not get on the Lady''s bad side. Also, put the head in a bag, we need to show it to the client as a proof" the burly man giving his genuine advice


    "Y-yes....by the way...why was Boss in such a hurry?" his voice low, as he doesn''t know if the rookie like him has the right to ask about his Boss''s schedule.


    "Well, despite the cruelty, Lady also has a very soft side. Lady went to the school"


    "huh? school? t-to...kill the next contra¡ªOUCH!" junior got smacked before he could finish the words


    "You Dumbo!! Lady went for the PTM of her daughters" his manly voice filled with nothing but warmth

 1.2. They day life became shitty again

    I reached the school, even though it was barely on time but I still did. The PTM was going to start at 9:30 Am and right now it was 9:32 Am. I was only 2 minutes late and even the meeting was probably not started but still being late for your daughters'' PTM calls for no excuses. I cursed my incompetence for getting carried away with the guy earlier.


    I should have just chopped his head off after pinching with nail cutter but Noooooo! I just had to do the cigarette play with him, Oh God! they are not going to hate me from now on, are they?


    They are going to say things like ''mom! I hate you! why were you late??!!'' ''Mom, I''m disappointed in you'' ''Mother, you don''t love us anymore''


    I still remember all this dumb shit that was going through my mind. The past me was really too much of a crazy parent, but anyways, I kept pondering about their disappointment in me and stayed inside the car for another five minutes. Now I was seven minutes late and I still had to leave the car, enter the school gate, climb to the third floor and reach the class.


    I looked at the watch and saw the time now being 9:37. I quickly shoved all the thoughts on the back of my mind, released the seatbelt and slammed the car door open, which, of course, attracted the attention of everyone around the school gate towards me.


    I quickly got out of the car, closed the door and rushed towards the building 3 in which my daughters'' classes are. I didn''t pay much attention to fuss around which was created by me but unfortunately, I have a photographic memory, which made me retain all the fuss.


    I don''t like to brag about my beauty, sexiness, smartness, excellent fashion sense or anything trivial like that but I guess I just have to tell about the fuss, it''s not like I have a choice or anything while telling the story of past to my now no longer small children.


    Anyways, the car door was opened with a bang, producing a loud BANG sound. Students, teachers, parents, the guard looked towards the source of the sound and guess what they saw there? They all got to look at me getting out of my Porsche 718 RSK.


    Of course, it was a rich school, where only children of upper class came to study, so it shouldn''t have been a big deal for them to see such a car but the target of the spotlight wasn''t the car, it was obviously me. Men, guards and male students got to see a beautiful being such as me stylishly get out of the car, the black gothic dress perfectly fit on my supermodel body, the inspiring light pink hair which showed the softness of my heart, haahhhh...of course they would be blushing. Male students, Male teachers and few Men probably got their fap material for tonight which is really disgusting but what can I do, I don''t want anyone to think that the mother of my angelic daughter is a dull person or average person, that would reflect badly on their image, and ohhhhhhh, let me tell you, Image is an important thing in the upper class, I learned that a very hard way


    As for the females, well, most of them were jealous and trying to tell their husbands to stop staring at me, but not all females are like that. There were many or most likely all of the girl students were looking towards me with not jealousy but with eyes of longing, admiration and idol. They all probably want to become just like me, it''s hard but it''s not impossible so I really wish some of them managed to survive the destruction of my children and achieve their goal of that day to become like me.


    Ah! Sorry, sorry, I got really off-topic there, like what am I doing praising myself like this, it''s really a bad habit of mine and it''s not fixed even after all these years. I am really, extremely sorry that you had to bear such narcissism. It won''t happen again....probably.


    Like I was saying, the school is named Holy children. It has a total of five buildings. Three buildings for academics and two for all the other extracurricular activities stuff, along with a quite large ground which is divided into various sections, like playing field for children, garden and all kinds of stuff.


    Looking at all this really made me feel jealous, envious and left out. During childhood, I always dreamt of attending such a grand school. No, it''s more like I was fine with even going to a decent school. I wanted to be carefree, play all day with my friends like these children, commit mistakes that would have no consequences, complete homework with my family and do silly school stuff.....everything I wanted became reality, it was turned from a dream into reality by me but no matter how powerful I became, there were still things I couldn''t turn into reality, one of those dreams being what I just told, a decent school and normal student life.


    But I tried not to regret it and succumb to sadness. I had other means to achieve that dream, even though it was not perfect but it still made me happy, and that mean was to experience such a life through the eyes of my children.


    They are living the student life that I wanted to... in my place, they are experiencing it for me, telling me about the fun they had, mistakes they made, games they played and coming to me for homework. All of this was enough for me to make do with my dreams and it''s not a bad feeling to see my kids do the things, I, myself wanted to do.


    Anyways, I quickly entered building 3, rushed to the third floor. I could have taken the lift but I didn''t. In my busy schedule, I barely have time for normal exercise, so I have this hobby of finding out various stuff that will keep me moving my muscles. After all, I didn''t want them perfectly curvy C-cup breasts to become soggy or loose and let''s not even start with the absolutely mesmerizing Ass, not too curvy but not too flat, exactly the perfect size that both sides of the coin can admire and of course, let''s not even get started wit-


    Ah! sorry! again really, really sorry, I don''t have any excuses to make this time, sooooo... I reached the classroom, I could also talk about all the heads that were turning my way as I made my way towards the classroom but let''s ignore that and get to the main things, the PTM.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    I was already 10 minutes late, thoughts of my children hating me from now on flooding my brain but I still had to open the door and enter.


    "*creaaakkk!*" yup, it was a loud noise. I also remember saying ''fuck'' in my mind. I stepped inside and saw the situation, the teacher was in front most likely finished with the introduction. Students who were facing teacher had their heads turned towards me, of course, the parents standing at the back also turned towards the latecomer, which was me.


    But all that stuff was not important. The crucial thing was where were my daughters, I glanced and spotted my angels. One was sitting in the back of the middle row, while the other in the very front of the second row from the door.


    The one sitting in the back with cute blonde pigtails was Lily. She was energetically waving her hands towards me, extreme happiness clearly showing on her face, I was safe from her.


    The other who was sitting in the front with mature looking demeanour along with raven black bob hair was Emerald. There was rarely any expression on her face, but her eyes were glistening and she was also shaking her legs, which she only does when happy. She doesn''t show much expression but all the other things she does to express herself really make her so cute. Added to that the mature demeanour of hers, the cuteness of hers really has no bounds


    Of course, Lily is no less behind Emerald. Hmm? why Emerald is named so? well, her eyes are green coloured just like a pure emerald. Huh? another question? what is it? oh! why''s Lily''s hair is blonde? Well, what do you think! she''s a foreigner.


    Did you think they were my biological children? HAH! Stupid. I''m infertile, I can''t have children, all three of them are adopted. hmm? what about the father? well...why would I need one? I can just raise all of them by myself. Besides getting married and providing them with a father is no good. It''s the worst-case scenario, I mean just Imagine, I introduce this father guy and then BAM! their love gets divided. They have 99% love for me and that 1% love for the father, shit like that is completely not acceptable. I don''t want even that 1% to go anyways, call me crazy or bad parent or whatever but I''m not bulging on that even now. I mean, I can just be both Mother and Father. Even though they are all grown up now, but still they can''t share their love with someone I don''t approve of.


    But anyways, all two of them were happy, it seemed like I was overthinking for nothing. Now that my angels were happy, there was no need to pay heed to the reaction of other people inside the classroom. I slowly walked with heavy and resolute steps to engrave in everyone''s mind that yes! this is Lily''s and Emerald''s cool and strong mother. Even though Emerald hid her head in embarrassment but Lily still waved and called me.


    "Mom! Mom! here! here! come stand behind me! fast! quickly! SEE! Everyone! that''s mine, MY! Mother!!"


    oh my, this child, making me embarrassed like this. But then smile and energy on her face are all I need.


    The teacher also doesn''t know what to do, I mean she can''t just stop a child from calling her mother so happily.


    I got behind Lily and stood there, all the other parents making way so that I can stand behind her.


    "Lily, sorry for being late" even though they were not angry but a mistake is still a mistake. I sincerely apologized to Lily and secretly pulled my ear while Emerald looked my way.


    This was quite a nice looking class, a few months ago they were in building 2. But they have completed their 10th and are now in 11th class which is in building 3. The semester has just started today, so this the introduction day where the teacher explains everything about what''s to come and expect, as well as their plans and thoughts for children''s future planning. They have called the parents too, as we also need to be aware of what''s going on with the class, which is perfectly reasonable.


    I looked around the class and counted that there were 34 children in this art section. Each was given their own desk, which looked quite clean and modern. The walls were blue with windows which showed the large ground outside, a large rectangular whiteboard in front and a simple green board at the back for drawing with chalk and stuff. A podium for teacher and AC above the whiteboard, really an expensive classroom filled with various facilities.


    I was quite amazed at the sight of this classroom, I mean the only classrooms I have studied in was one with the ones where the paint was coming off from the walls. There were no chairs, only a large sheet on the ground sit upon, no notebooks, just a small board to write on with chalk and the sorry excuse of a teacher not even being serious about his job, oh girl, add to that the scorching heat with no fans....uff! fun times I say.


    After that everything went normal, I was very happy, enjoying every moment of life...not aware of the nightmare, dread that was about to begin and the complete shithole that would become my life, again. I had already lived through enough shit to reach where I was now, I really didn''t want to experience it again, I wished that from the bottom of my heart. I just wanted to live life through my kids, do contracts a few times a year so that I don''t become rusty, slowly expand my company even more than it already is, enjoy life, be happy and allow best possible life for my kids.......but those asshole fucking retard gods had other things in mind, sorry for the language but girl!! just thinking about those mighty shitholes makes me so infuriated, even now.


    I think it was while I was returning from the PTM.


    The PTM got finished and the school went on with the classes, I said my goodbye to the angels, and now was in my car, riding towards the college my son was a 2nd year in.


    I was halfway there and stopped because of the traffic light. The soft vocalized music going in the background, the weather absolutely perfect with clouds blocking the sun. My mood absolutely delighted after seeing the happy and gleaming faces of my angels, the only thing not so perfect was the traffic.


    I didn''t understand why there was so much traffic that day, it was just a normal Wednesday, there was also no special day. But what could have I done? nothing, so I just waited for traffic to slowly move forwards while moving my car a little by little to finally cross the traffic light.


    I would have passed the light much sooner if it wasn''t for those uncultured swines, who rode their motorbikes and cycles in-between the cars, making it difficult for everyone with cars to move.


    I finally crossed the lights and then everything went to hell. It was like the lights turning to green signified the beginning of another hell for me...what happened, you say?


    Well, I crossed the lights, blinked and the next thing I saw wasn''t the road but that fucking trickster looking being and instead of being surrounded by building, it was a pure white space that had no horizon and land to stand on...


    and that''s how another phase of shitiness began in my life, though I didn''t know how much shitty it would get.


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    The car Melissa was riding


    Dress Melissa is wearing

 I Survived and Came Back to Apocalyptic Earth

    I was standing right in front of an unknown being. If I remember correctly, I was in my car just a few moments ago...then how did I get here? It can''t be kidnapping...or someone shooting a sleeping dart at me, that''s just impossible, I would at least get the sensation if something like that came my way.


    This is strange and a little....weird. Everywhere I see is nothing but white and interestingly enough it''s not shiny or blinding in fact this white colour is quite soothing to the eyes. The thing weirder or should I say creepy is the being standing in front of me.


    Contrary to the whiteness of the surrounding, this being is completely raven black. Two legs that are shaped like sharpest of claws, four hands with respective items held by each. Two of these items I recognize are the silver halberd and a bow, the other two are something I have never seen before.


    I also can''t tell if it''s a male or female. Though it''s not wearing any clothes, there''s literally nothing present, no boobs or genitalia. But what''s more horrid or the bone-chilling than the appearance is the broad smile on its face. It''s not showing any teeth, just that the lips are just...inhumanly stretched upwards with red lipstick as a decoration on the lips. There''s also no eyes, nose or ears on the body...also, no hair. Really, no something I have ever seen before.


    Clearly, not a human.


    Even though I was in front of such an unexplainable creature, I wasn''t panicking...though maybe a bit, but it wasn''t to the point that it would cloud my mind. I was really thankful for the shit I went through for reaching the point in life I was at, because of that I was able to somewhat cope with the wild situation....but the most important factor keeping my mind from going crazy was my children. I need to get back to them, I need to get out of whatever place this is and meet back with them. I can''t afford to die here if my life is on the line, my life only belongs to those three and I won''t allow anyone else to take it.


    These were the thoughts that were helping me distract from the weirdness around me and keeping a sane mind.


    The thing wasn''t saying anything, even though it had no eyes, I still felt that it was staring deep into my eyes, makes me feel a little uncomfortable...but I shook the feeling away and carefully started to talk, "Um..what is this place?" while trying my best to not quiver my voice.


    "It really was an excellent find..... HUMAN! CONGRATULATIONS! REJOICE! YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE IS ABOUT TO BE GIVEN A MEANING BY ME"


    I immediately glared with my eyes, it has been a while since someone spoke to me with such a disrespectful, haughty and self-centred voice. I remember this feeling quite well, it''s the feeling I get when someone talks to me while treating me like garbage, it truly! really had been a very long time since I felt this again...and I don''t like it one bit.


    But I need to stay calm, it won''t do any good if I get haughty here. The odds are against me right now, the enemy is something unknown and I can''t afford to anger this thing...there''s a chance it could kill me. Though it''s not certain it''s still within the realm of probability.


    I need to play along with him so that I can extract more information. Just calm down Melissa, it''s just another hurdle in life, I have overcome many roadblocks and I will overcome this too and get back to my children.


    Ok, fuuuuuuhaaaaaahhhh... let''s try it!


    This thing thinks of itself as something very superior, evident by its voice when greeted me...so how do we deal with someone with a superiority complex?


    It''s simple, you go along with their play and please them.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    I kneeled in front of this ugly being and looked at it with a smile on the face. Though it hurt my pride quite a bit...but there''s no pride if I''m dead.


    "I feel honoured. How can I be of help?" I also spit blood saying all these crap, but it has to be done.


    "THIS HUMAN REALLY IS A RARE FIND. WITH THIS I CAN FINALLY WIN THE GAME AND BECOME THE SUPREME GOD" looks like he bought the act, this thing really is an idiot...but the last words piqued my interest..GOD?


    If I think from a different perspective and vision of this thing as God...then all this stuff makes a little more sense. Even though I never believed in such existence but that''s the only way to explain some of this and keeping a sane mind. If I don''t find a suitable explanation for all these questions in my mind, then I would be done for. The uncertainty in my mind will rise more if all these mysteries don''t get answered.


    Also, what''s this thing about ''Game'' and ''Supreme''. Let''s believe this thing to be something of a god, then supreme would be someone senior to gods....hmmm, there are more gods them? and the title of supreme goes to the one winning the ''Game''....mmm, let''s get information about this game out.


    "I understand. Can this game be explained to such lowly me?" bear it, bear it....bear with it.


    "HAHAHAA! *THUMP* SURE! *THUMP* SURE! *BANG* SURE!* THUD!*" Holy shit! this thing''s strong. Just by waving his arms and legs around like a pleased child, it was able to violently shake this unknown space and knock me off my feet.


    Fuck! this is troublesome...this thing is dumb but quite powerful. It seems like I was right in playing along, all of my senses are telling me that I would immediately die if I go against this thing. Also, he''s somewhat pleased so the plan is working out. Shit! there''s sweat forming on my forehead, I really am getting quite nervous, blood is also rushing through my body...make me feel very restless. What''s this about the game? If I have to participate in such ''Game''...then what about my children? they would start panicking, get sleep deprived without me...


    This is bad, really bad, the brain is literally screaming at me the word ''I''m fucked''


    "LISTEN CAREFULLY HUMAN! YOU ARE STANDING IN FRONT OF THE EARTH GOD. AMONG ALL THE HUMANS WITH SIN METER MORE THAN 100000, YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN RANDOMLY"


    huh? wait..what?!!


    "BLAME YOUR CRIMES AND BAD LUCK FOR IT. BUT DON''T WORRY, EVEN TRASH HUMANS LIKE ONE YOURSELF CAN GIVE THEIR LIVES SOME WORTH"


    oi! wait! wait! wait


    "FROM NOW YOU WILL PARTICIPATE IN A 10 PERSON SURVIVAL BATTLE. ALL 10 ARE FROM DIFFERENT PLANETS AND REPRESENT THEIR RESPECTIVE GODS. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO BE MY SLAVE, BE GRATEFUL!!"


    Oi! oi! oi! listen, will you! can you stop talking for a minute!! I can''t process all this!!


    "YOUR GOAL IS TO SURVIVE TILL THE AGE OF 30, GATHER ENOUGH STRENGTH AND KILL THE OTHER NINE IN TIME. IF BY THE END MORE THAN 1 IS REMAINING, THEN IT WOULD BE AN ALL OUT IN A CERTAIN AREA. THE LOCATION FOR THIS BATTLE WOULD BE THIS PLANET CREATED BY US 10 GODS"


    10 gods? different planets? ...what! there''s life on other planets??? what''s this about survival till 30?? I can''t keep up, my mind''s about to explode...


    "FOR WINNING YOU WOULD BE REWARDED WITH ONE WISH. YOU CAN WISH FOR ANYTHING BUT IF THAT WISH SOMEHOW INVOLVES YOUR HOME PLANET THEN THE WISH CANNOT SURPASS MORE THAN 1000 SIN LEVEL. TILL THEN, YOUR BODY WOULD BE PRESERVED HERE. NOW, IT TIME FOR HUMAN TO TRANSPORTED TO THE STAGE PLANET. BE SURE, CHOOSE AN ABILITY. YOU CAN ONLY CHOOSE ONE."


    "Oi! wait! hear me out you piece of fucking shit. What gives you the fucking right to¡ªAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"


    My mind snapped with all the overflow of uncertain new information, even though I tried my best to remain calm but I couldn''t when the thought of being away from my children finally dominated every single emotion in my body and as we can see I snapped. I was about to though all the abusive words I know right at it but I just got started and suddenly a sharp, needle-like pain ran through my whole body, making me lose my consciousness.


    Before I finally became unconscious, I just saw two things.


    One is some kind of hazy spirit looking thing come out of my mouth and the second....the smile on its face becoming more stretched. So much, that if its eyes were present, the tip of mouth with touch the eyes.


    I finally realized. This thing wasn''t dumb, it was also just playing along with me....today I lost for the 204th time since my birth, the number didn''t go up for a past couple of years....haaahhh, what a nostalgic feeling, I didn''t know that I missed this feeling of losing, it''s quite refreshing to get defeated again...that just means there''s still much room for me to improve.


    It seems like I still haven''t become the perfect being that won''t lose to anything.


    A perfect being won''t lose again to such a TRICKSTER GOD.


    and then after I don''t know, how long, I woke up and saw the dirt walls around me. I was inside a small dirt shack...and my body, that of a seven-year-old girl.


    A girl I haven''t seen anywhere before.